Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Those that smell oh so sweet..

"What about this one?," A tall pretty girl is tapping her feet almost impatiently, calling attention to a bunch of sun kissed roses to her friend.

She whipped around after squinting questioningly and snickering on a card attached to a huge floral arrangements, hideously adorned with multi colored flowers.

"Hurmph. Yellow roses are too blah." The petite girl waved her fingers airily. Her friend looked exasperated.

"Why.. we had been in this shop, not to mention countless other before this for hours..!", she almost wailed. She checked herself and turned her voice into a whine..

"I am dying of hunger. My legs just might buckle down if I don't shove something down my throat soon. I don't care. This shop is just as good as any other. You are choosing your damn flower now. I can't see any difference what it would...." Her impatient tone trailing off and her sentence left unfinished.

The petite girl are fingering a beautiful red rosebud that hint of growing into full blossom. Somehow, she looked almost lost amidst all the loveliness.

Eyes shining, the petite girl says, " Roses always seems to signify to me of the flowers of love"

Her friend smiled. " Then chose this one. You seems to like it.."

The petite girl just continue to caress the flower. " You don't give a guy roses, Rina. Inappropriate." She sniffed as if the very thought offend her. "What's more they won't appreciate it as it should be appreciated.."

Rina laughed. " Some guys.. or should I say gays may not agree with you.."

Her friend laughed. " People used to love flowers for the different interpretation they gave. Red roses always seems to me to signify passion. Pink, are for the hopeful. White, are for the pure, forgotten and forsaken. "

"Black?" , teases Rina.

"Withered out." The girls laughs together but Rina's friend sigh.

She looks around the shops again. Unsatisfied she called the shop owner, requesting if she have a pictures of the shop's flower bouquets. She didn't tell Rina that the real reason she took so long in making up her mind which flower would she pick is because she really have not make up her mind whether it is a good idea to send the flower to him. She prefers gift. A hand picked gifts and things she knew he would love. But the thought of the gift being thrown back at her face is much more than she could bear. Giving out gifts anonymously is the only way and she can only do it with flowers in such a short notice.

"A coward way's out I guess," she whispered to herself.

Surreptitiously stealing a look at Rina, confirmed her feeling that Rina is really not going to stand for her nonsense much more longer. Rina is now salivating at a sushi poster nearby and Rina actually really hates sushi. The thought of raw fish sliding down her throat make her gag she once said.

The shop owner brought a battered looking folder for her to browse. Going from one page to another, her eyes caught on a bouquets brightly yellow flower with a purple wrapping. Not too shabby, she thought. And sunflowers could do no wrong. A strong vibrant looking flower that send out its message loudly.

She pointed this out to the shop owner.

"How much?" She asked. The shop owner gingerly inform of the price.

Rina's friend eyebrow shot up for a moment. "Fine," she replied resignedly and take out her purse.

"Eh.. You had picked out which suited your fancy?" , Rina's jauntily walk back to her friend, giving her a wide smile. "Finally! Dinner time!".

She smiled and gave a nod. After taking her receipt, Rina's friend write a short message on the card given and handed the card with the address attached on a piece of paper.

" Sorry ok, Rina. You had been such a good sport. Dinner my treat," she smiled to her friend.

"Miss! Miss! " Both girls turned around as the dumpy shop owner waved at them to come back. "Miss.. you forgot to sign your name in the card.."

"No. I didn't. Just leave it unnamed." She smiled to the shop owner. Rina slipped her hand into her friend and they walked back toward her car.

Rina looked searchingly at her friend and voices out her thought. "Why? He might like that you know.. It probably is a good thing for him to know from whom the flowers came from.."

The earlier sparkle in her friends eyes seems to had been diminished.

" It doesn't matter. It won't change his mind about me. Just want to wish him all the best "

Rina gives her friend a little pat. "Come on, dinner waits for no man.."


Sunday, May 13, 2007

With a little illumination

It's been a month since I seen the Phantom of the Opera. I was waiting for the pictures to be upload. But screwed the pictures. Its not like I am in much of the pictures pon. So.. I'm writing this and just upload whatever pics I can think of.

This procrastination is due to the most part, computer problem at home. My computer is dying. While Effi's one is raring to go and is quite a Spartan if it comes into battle, Lee's are magnet to virus, mine is just silently wishing its owner would end its pathetic life and let it R.I.P. Therefore it is slowly shutting down its functions on me. Oh no. I don't have any money to upgrade or fix my computer. My moolah well is dried up . I believe I have to turn to my backup moolah well to survive this month. I am officially broke for the next 3 months. Therefore any suggestion to "Eh... orang dah keje kan.. belanja la..", would receive a response in a manner of a grunt and dagger-like looks. So I still need to ride my computer as an elderly, sickly, obedient donkey that it is.

While I usually also blogged at office, work is screaming blue bloody murder (I have no idea what it meant. I just put it in.) Well, in plain language. Keje banyak la. There's a whole lots of tickets coming in and I end up coming at home wishing ... well just wishing that there is no such thing as working for money.

Ah well.. introduction di atas pon dah sangat lah panjang kan. Moving on.


As for the Singapore trip, before any of you spouts off questions if had I gone to Sentosa Island, Geyland (wth is in Geyland anyway?), shopping trips, food intake trips. I went to Singapore with one purpose in mind. To watch Phantom of the Opera. Even if it means I have to sleep at the very squeaky clean streets of Singapore. Actually no.. even if it means no decent cheap hotel available, I would fork out money to stay at the 5 Star hotel, just as so I can go see the musical.
I went with Gohan since she shares my interest (though I doubt that she knows the lyrics like me ^_^ (My attempts at emoticon is pathetic..)

I had been in love with the musical since I was 12. Which is weird because,
  1. I had never seen the musical.
  2. I had never seen the movie
  3. I never read its book.

However I had heard the music. Thus I fell in love.

The Esplanade was a disappointment. Outside and lobby-wise I guess. But it have no wasteful space. I meant kinda like you see these big building that have all these beautiful open spaces. Esplanade theater seems to use each of its space effectively. But I am no expert nor fan in architecture design, thus I'm ending my view on this matter.

We went early and when ushered to our seat... I just realized that I actually had purchased the front row seats. (What? I don't realize this before.? I bought the tickets monthssss ago.. You think I remember?) . We sat just right in front of those musician ensembles. While waiting for the show to start, we also take a peek to see those musician prepare themselves. (Not one of them is handsome)

Now the seat. Ohhh... at first I was nervous , if its actually ok. But my friend seems to be delighted. She said we can see all those in life size stature (instead of the tiny mini Tiara Jacqueline we saw at Puteri Gunung Ledang theatre). And goodies isn't she right. I reckon one of the cast spit even came flying at me.

Looking at their costume, make up, set designs that close. I can only say wow.

The show itself?

Fantastic. The. Best. Ever. Musical.

If its in Kuala Lumpur. I believe I would have seen it at least 3 times. At different seating. To see how it look like from a different view.

What I love? How would thee count the way...

First, the music of course. Duh. I use to listen to it daily. Until I lost the CD. Boo. My ultimate favorite was Phantom of the Opera and Think of Me. Now Masquerade and Music of the Night is becoming a great favorite too.

Then the stage design and sets. When you came into the theatre. You see it looks dreary (Let me explain by: the start of the show , as like the movie, it showed the theatre in almost ruins , long past the time of the story, then the story goes back in time telling the story of Phantom and Christine) . The side panel of the theatre are all covered with some cloth that look like organza. Then.. when it came to the Phantom time, its almost like magic seeing the stage transformed. Seeing the drapery being pulled all around the stage is almost like seeing time unraveling before your eyes. Especially since you are at the center front row seat.

Which brings me to another part of the show that I love. The effect. Earlier there was a sign outside the doors warning that this show have gunshot effect sounds and loud bang sounds ; something like that la. We were puzzled seeing those. The show goes back in time when the auctioneer, showing the infamous chandelier told to light it up... "With a little illumination..". Then with a bang (and a small scream from me. Shock, ok... ) and sparks going around the chandelier, the chandelier swung upwards, (many scream by others...who's also in front.). Revealing what the stage might had look like those many years ago. Words doesn't do it justice. You need to see it. Eik. Now those who hadn't seen it will lose the surprise. Well too bad. Thehe.

The cast. I heard from a snobby looking chick during intermission, saying she thinks the cast is.. well badly cast. Physical wise. Complaining that Carlotta should be pretty and slim . Huh? If you want to see those stick figure pretty little thing, go and see the movie la. Not that I have anything against the movie. Just that, I think the woman cast as Carlotta in this show, is well.. Carlotta. Christine , well I am tad bit disappointed. She looks a bit old, and tired. But when she start singing. The voice is lovely is an understatement. I read the review, where they say that Christine voice in this production, is almost innocence-like. Not as powerful as Carlotta. I tend to disagree, where Carlotta voice brimmed with maturity of age, Christine is just as powerful, but lacking those maturity. But I don't feel her voice is as innocence-like or sweet-like. That, is what Sarah Brightman and there is another person (can't remember the name) the one in the London production, that have those quality and well reverberate it with Christine.

And Raoul. Oh my fluttering heart . Handsome Gila! Even with all those piles of make up and blusher. You can see that. That he is REALLY handsome. If one would have a dream of castle in clouds, white horses with wings. He is the handsome prince that came astride in one of those white horses lording that castle.

Of the musical number, I most love seeing performed was Masquerade. Oh... it was lovely. Just as I would imagine it would be.

I ended up spending a whole lot on the Phantom's merchandise. This is to make up on the loss of merchandise I didn't shop during Disney Beauty and the Beast on Ice show..student trainee salary doesn't afford such luxury . Lemme see. A locket. 2 mugs. 1 Programme Book. The CD. Some fridge thingies for my sister. (Mcm byk lagi je tapi I totally forgot)

Now.. is there any part of the show which I don't like? Well.. the chandelier doesn't go down as dramatically as it went up. But apart from that. I am well satisfied. It is a well spent 300Rm ticket. I'm glad that I catch it. Even though I was watching the show with heavy lidded eyes. I hadn't slept for more than 24 hours! (Curse bloody well lit bus that doesn't make it as comfy for me to sleep after working on night shift)

The cast was talented. (My eardrums throbbed several times during the show whenever the divas are belting out their piece). The stage was beautiful, well design and creatively used. The musical numbers is just as entertaining and beautiful as I expected it to be.

Now. If I can just only buy another of those Phantom CD. It seems my sister want mine.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

The Verdict is In

Oh. The computer at home had just recovered from its nervous breakdown. Still loads of things to do. So pics are on hold (Not much pon.... as I keep saying..).

First of all, congratulations to Serias, one of my lovely best friends manage to get a brand new spanking bejeweled ring slipped in by her soon to be mother in law. Congratulations on your engagement.

Eeiii. Big yawn. I am so very sleepy. So this is one way in keeping up but I don't have much mood in posting long post when I am sleepy. It is also VERY cold in the office. I have in mind to buy socks next time and extra shawl. This do not do much to hinder sleeps. In fact. I long to sprawl on the floor of the office and get a good snore. P.S. And yeah. Work are still killing us.

Okay. Let's get ahead with the point of the post.

Already finish reading Candace Bushnell, Sex and the City and Ann Rule, The Stranger Beside Me.

Hurmph. Candace Bushnell. I read 4 Blondes. I read Sex and The City. Both book.. are.. almost unpleasant. The former is ok enough, but kinda sickening and at times almost boring. The latter is more like Sex Guide if you want to date a New Yorker. Maybe because I am not hip and happening and don't rampantly goes from men to men or live in New York, that I don't get it. Maybe. Anyhow, no more Candace Bushnell book for me. Unless anybody can prove me otherwise.

Verdict? Not funny. Dark. Weird at times. Yawner and a page turner (that I meant by I turned the pages rapidly skipping the boring parts)

Then after failed being humored by Sex and the City, I turned my attention to Ann Rule, The Stranger Beside Me. The book is about Ted Bundy. Those who do not know who is Ted Bundy, you can read more on him here at CrimeLibrary.com.

I used to love reading these type of books when I was in high school (which is why I am so pyschotic at times?). So reading on Ann Rule interview and how she have the (dis)advantage of actually personally knowing Ted Bundy as a young man before the world knows him as a sociopathic vicious serial killer, is an interesting perspective.

I didn't expect much since these type of books (True Stories of Serial Killers) are usually kinda bland (Yes, even with all the weird sexual acts, head bashing, gutting of body..). But actually it is... interesting. The book give 3 different views. Ann view and her worlds, Ted Bundy and his victims.

It started as usual with how he grew up, challenges faced.. etc..etc. Then when it came to the murders of the young girls, the story quicken its pace. Reading the book on a comfort of my bed with a hot drink in hand , my heart beats in trepidation on reading uncomfortably on how easy it is for him to pick up his victim. I found myself almost afraid when I read on the rages he unleashed on the girls and shivers before going to sleep thinking of it. In my mind, I can almost imagine him, hand upraised, holding a crowbar, face contorted, just ready to swing it. Yups. That's me and my overimaginative imagination.

Usually, I will read the book until I got too disturbed, and promptly go to sleep. When it came to the trial part, it then trudges on slowly up until the end of his trial verdict.

Verdict? It is an interesting book and Ann Rule shows Bundy as a complex character. Its like you are reading on 2 separate guy. You know he is a monster, but reading the book you can almost see the confusion on the people around him trying to figure out if the man they knew is capable of killing. Chilling at times and an interesting view on a notorious killer.

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