Not Your Friend

"Tak balik kampung ke?"

"No"

Silence, except for the slight hissing sound of the steam vent.

Then he stood up, adjusted his towel and stepped out. 

Considering he used to "report" to Simone whenever he sees me in the gym, considering I had wished him well on insta when he shared he was hospitalized a year or so ago, I would have thought we would acknowledge that we do have a common friend, and we can be friendly.  

But I was dead wrong.  He was just so rude and sombong!  

Simone told me they haven't chatted for a quite few months since he went for umrah. So Simone did a bit of querying and his reply was  But I'm not interested in gossips or sex stories or scandals dy ... 

Good to know that it wasn't entirely the repulsive energy that I carry around with me, although I bet he hasn't turned completely holy given where he was that evening.

I just need to remind myself again: Your friend's friend, is not your friend.

Unfollowed, and unfriended.

- to be continued -

Isolation

I've never had a valentine.  So not only am I uncelebratable, I'm unlovable.  

Friends and relatives had previously enquired why I'm single, but I said it's because nobody wants me. No, they disagreed, you're just choosy.  As if they know more about my situation than I do.  

I'm quite introverted, yes. Hence I don't have many friends.  I sometimes feel awkward in social settings.  But I'm not a social outcast. I can be friendly, funny at times ... I'm considerate "OK" person, and overall I'd like to think I'm average, character-wise.

I'm not handsome nor charming, but I'm not fucking ugly either.  I have an "OK" body and dressed up fairly decent .... clean and tidy ... I am average-looking.

I'm not talented, but many people aren't either.  

I have watched people who are far more flawed, appearance-wise and character-wise ... those with shorter tempers, messier lives, and downright heartless.  Yet they still attract people. Despite their flaws, they still find companionship; they love and are loved in return.

I also know of a few friends, who are a lot more introverted than me, quiet, hardly proactive, yet attract many friends and chasers effortlessly.

I don't think my singledom has anything to do with my appearance or my character. 

If it's not really about my looks or character, then what could it be?  

Over the last few years, I've begun to notice a pattern: whenever I arrived early to a social setting and seated myself —be it in a hall or a communal table— people (strangers and acquaintances) will sit anywhere and everywhere—as long as it isn't next to me.  Packed everywhere, empty seats around me. Every. Single. Time.

I am now convinced that I naturally radiate a "repelling" energy.  No wonder I'm still single.  Well, some of us are just designed for a lifetime of our own company — uncelebratable and unlovable. Almost a life in isolation.

Making A Statement

It's been a week since I was back from a short SINgapore trip. It was rather short, and we spent less than 27 hours on SINgapore soil. Our first stop was Chinatown Point for some serious shopping! After 2 hours of trying out stuff, we bought 5 t-shirts, 3 tanktops, 1 shorts and 1 swimwear for less than S$320. That's a good deal! Then we took the MRT and checked out 313@Somerset. It was Sales period, and you could get quite a few Zara stuff for less than S$30. Imagine paying only RM30 for Zara in MY! Singapore is indeed cheaper than MY.

Then we rushed to the Heeren across the road and bought more shirts, shorts and flipflops. I said "rushed" cos we were running late for the evening program and highlight of the trip: OneSeven. Haha! But we made a quick stop at HMV to buy "Sticky and Sweet Tour DVD". It was sold for only S$24. Oh why oh why can't we get original uncensored DVDs for RM24 in MY???

Here are a couple of pics of the t-shirts I bought. Don't know what went through my head when I was trying them out, but I thought I wanted to make a statement. Now I wonder if I dare to wear them! LOL~

Declaring that I am an ...

but sadly, I have a ...

A Nobody

It has been almost 2 months since my last post about making that extra effort to go after the man of my dreams, but I was really super-duper busy since then. But I was glad that my post somewhat served as an inspiration for a particular farmer (keke!). The farmer had claimed that he was somewhat dry for a looooong time, but got superactive and dominant quite recently. The results of his efforts paid off as reportedly he got laid big time. :p

As for me, in between my hectic and demanding work schedule, I managed to upload a few nicer photos of myself (photos courtesy of my wonderful photographer sister Tricia), and updated my profiles in the hope that there would be an increase in hits, hearts, messages, friend requests, whatever you call it etc. On my part, I had also made some effort on my part to be proactive in sending hearts, a couple of messages and adding friends etc.

But initial results were disappointing. My updated profile and best photos went unnoticed, no new hearts or messages, no new friend requests, and my requests for FB friends went unapproved. People who approves and adds friends indifferently even refused to approve my request! If people are not even clicking on my profile as a first step, there will not be any further steps or hopes.

And it really has nothing to do with personality or mannerism or habits or looks.

I pondered on my dear friend Mrs. Philippe's comment on my last post:

"sometimes fate plays a big part too. some can be making the greatest efforts & yet yielding little results, some the other way round."

I can't help but wonder if in my past life (if there was one), I had been a swinger or I was a certain attractive popular guy who was full of himself and hurt people and took advantage of people. So now in this life, I am made to suffer as a nobody. Karma.

Writing on the Wall

"A good bf/gf should empathize with their other half's concerns and not just brush things off because they cannot see gravity of the situation" - WN

This also applies to good/close friends. That's what friends are for.

Very recently, another friend, T, was upset because of the actions of another friend, G. When it was made known, G was concerned and quickly asked to talk and to apologize to T. Although T needed time to cool off and was somewhat evasive in the first couple of days, I was glad that they talked and sorted things out. In a week, all was settled and back to normal.

It didn't really matter who was right or who was wrong because everyone has their own perceptions, but the willingness to talk and reconcile. That alone must mean something.

But what if your "close" friend does not at least empathize with your concerns; and does not want or appear to even talk about it; and if your "close" friend doesn't bother to ask you how you're feeling or what the problem was regardless of who was right or wrong?

What if it took your "close" friend 3 months instead of 1 week to ask you "So I heard you want to talk?" There is an expiration date for everything including the timeframe relationship issues should be resolved.

The writing's on the wall.

Time to move on.

Behind Time

I don't have many friends (colleagues and ex-colleagues excluded), but I find it interesting that more than an estimated 90% of them are younger than I am. And even so, the few who are older than I, are gym mates from step classes I attend.

I am rarely drawn to older people. I just don't know what to say to them. I find that older people tend to want to talk about serious stuff such as career, money, status, investment... sorry, maybe it's just my perception...

But as I grow older, the age group of my friends are still in the twenties! It's puzzling (and sometimes it worries me) that I'm just too at ease mixing and talking with people who are more than 10 years younger than I am. It's almost like I never grew up! The things I say, the way I behave ... so kiddie, immature!

Well, I've been a late bloomer. I was still a child at twenty, and I still lacked the self-awareness of a young adult in my late twenties. And right now, although already in my mid-thirties, I feel that in many aspects, I haven't quite reached the maturity of a 25 year old.

When I look at my friends and the younger generation (from facebook lah! where else?), I feel that I am so behind time, and sometimes, it appears that these people in their early 20s have even overtook me! So many of them knew exactly what they wanted and have pursued their dreams ... some even achieving them. Guys as young as 15 already had sex, and even have had relationships! At 15, I still wasn't convinced that the penis has other functions apart from urinating!

I wished I had matured at a much younger age ... wished I had a headstart like them in all aspects of life experiences.

If I had reached a higher level of self awareness by my early 20s, I would have gotten a headstart in knowing and chasing my dreams, career, talent ... or at least have developed the necessary skills to survive this man-eat-man world.

If I have had sex by 15, I would have 20 years of experience of sexual pleasure by now! :p

But now, even if I am mentally and emotionally prepared, my body is already slowing down. At this age, I don't have the energy of a 20 year old. Like Eva Peron lamented in the musical Evita: "What is the good of the strongest heart ... in a body that's falling apart?"

A case of mental and physical mismatch!

Live To Tell

Ally McBeal has always been somewhat introspective and seemed very connected to her emotions. At one time, tired of Ally's complaints, issues and sensitivities, Georgia confronted her.

Georgia: What makes your problems bigger than others'?
Ally (pausing a moment): Hmm... because they're mine.

Sometimes, people just don't really get it when you kicked up a fuss - to them, your issues will always seem as trivial or insignificant. And sometimes, instead of trying to understand the situation, they think they can "solve" your problems or issues as-a-matter-of-factly. Worst, they ditch you, or blame you, and leave you feeling more hurt than before. If you seriously can't identify with the problem, then the least you could do is just shut up and just hear it out, as a "friend".

And don't ever stick that "too sensitive" label, cause if I'm one, then you're the complete opposite - "over insensitive, and cold-hearted". And why is it that a little bit more of sensitivity seemed like a bad thing? Why is sensitivity considered worse than insensitivity?



I have a tale to tell
Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well
I was not ready for the fall
Too blind to see the writing on the wall

Chorus:
A man can tell a thousand lies
I've learned my lesson well
Hope I live to tell
The secret I have learned, 'till then
It will burn inside of me

I know where beauty lives
I've seen it once, I know the warm she gives
The light that you could never see
It shines inside, you can't take that from me

The truth is never far behind
You kept it hidden well
If I live to tell
The secret I knew then
Will I ever have the chance again?

If I ran away
I'd never have the strength
To go very far
How could they hear the beating of my heart?
Will it grow cold, the secret that I hide?
Will I grow old?
How would they hear?
When would they learn?
How would they know?

*******************
Fun-facts about "Live To Tell":

- Madonna's 3rd No. 1 Single in US
- Only one straight voice recording for the song (ie. demo version) was used as the final cut. Reportedly, the writer/producer said that "her voice in the demo version was so innocent and so shy. It's as naive, as raw, as can be and that's part of what gave it all its charm."
- Song used in the film "At Close Range" starring Madonna's then-husband, Sean Penn.

Eating Out

I was msn-ing a distant old friend the other day, and he recounted how he had hot sex in a public facility with three other guys. It was always nice to be able to chat about people's sexual experience... it's almost like reading porn material, except that you get to ask all the finer details as you wish.

As I got sexcited listening to his public anal conquests, it occurred to me that they probably didn't have any condom on, and so I queried. As expected, none of them had any rubber, but they did the anal thing anyway. His excuse was "it was only a few quick jabs anyway - we didn't have time to do too much la!". But I recalled him mentioning to me he was sore down there as one of the guys poked him quite rough.

And he is still attached to his BF. Obviously he was eating out behind his back... completely unprotected! Suddenly, it wasn't sexciting anymore to listen to his stories. It sends the shivers down my spine, and I didn't want to know any further if he and his BF had theirs done protected or bareback.

Flashback and Forward

Happy New Year 2010!


Well, apart from a very recent disappointing event and what seemed like a perpetual neckache, shoulder ache and backache throughout the 2nd half of the year, 2009 wasn't too bad at all. I had two very enjoyable, relaxing and camwhoring trips to Hanoi and Jogja/Boro/Pramb with my lovely sistas. And I had my first but brief love affair while in Singapore, and of course a few naughty encounters. Haha!


I have met so many new people this year as well, probably more than 25 - a record for me - mostly bloggers and readers. I usually rather shy and passive one, but it's all because of friends introducing me to their friends lah. Of course, there were Jaslene's blogger friends early in Jan for that January Soldier's birthday party, and then another group of bloggers via Fable on the very last night of the year itself! Sometime in March, I met up two sinful and sexy bloggers from Singapore! And a Filipino reader sometime in September. I realized I like meeting new people. Hope it wouldn't be just a one-time meet-up.... but become long-time friends.

After many, many years of staying away from the city and all the crowded but happening places for Xmas and NY countdown, it was time to make my way back to see and be seen again, and to be part of the celebration. And what better way to spend the night with close friends, and new friends as well. :)

It did seem like it's snowing at Pavilion on Christmas Eve.

Vicious snowspray, or rather foamspray at Bukit Bintang on Christmas Eve. Tricia and Eva got some of the worst hairsprays among the 4 of us. Can wash hair liao with all the foam! Wakaka!

At KLCC with Fable and the gang of new blogger friends. I have not seen so many people in my life!

Here's to another happy eventful year!

A Pinoy Meet-Up

There was a sudden surge in Filipino-related activities the past week. Aside from my Manila trip, I was also pleasantly surprised with an email from a reader of this blog, RMC who hailed from Alabang (south of Metro Manila), just before I flew to Manila. He was in KL for a working visit. Apparently, he chanced upon my blog while trying to find out about PLU community and information in KL. He couldn't remember exactly how he landed upon my blog... I mean it's not that my blog is a popular site to read about KL gay information, but I bet that he probably clicked on my link from Tricia's PLU guide blog. LOL!

Anyway, I am glad that RMC wrote, and after a couple of email exchanges, we decided to meet in Midvalley (where else!) last Sunday. Thanks to RMC for a great leisurely afternoon and conversation. Hope you have a safe trip back, and see you again soon.

How Will I Know?

How do you know if someone is flirting with you? How will you know if someone is interested in you? For me, it is difficult to tell la, because people rarely take any notice or interest in me.



Recently, I spotted this hot guy, in the gym who turns out to be SL’s friend. I have fancied this
......

[Post exported]

Is he just being friendly? Is he flirting with me? How will I know?

How will I know if he's thinking of me
I'm asking you what you know about these things

The Agogo Boy

As the clock struck 1, the karaoke music was turned down and the lights shone at the little stage at the front. Everyone turned attentively to stage as two mak nyah (transvestites/transsexuals - not sure if operated liao or not lah) came out and started dancing and miming to the up-tempo and kancheong "Lose My Breath" by Destiny's Child. I thought it was a rather good performance, compared to the few I've seen in the past.

Then the performance that everyone was waiting for.... the hot (apparently) Filipino boy came out and started gyrating to a midtempo song (can't remember what it was), and start losing piece of clothes he was wearing right down to his maroon sequins hot pants. He was slightly smaller than average kind of guy, but generally quite toned, with a bit of chest hairs. He has that dashing Filipino look.

Then, it was back to a solo performance by one of the mak nyah. Miming again, as usual, to a diva song. I just don't understand why don't they just try singing instead of miming? LOL! Nevertheless very funny.

Then, it's back to the Filipino agogo boy, Hans, again. This time, he was topless and was clad in only a triangular piece of cloth wrapped around his waist. He moved sensually on stage to the tune of the music, gyrating his hips in the most sexual manner. Then he dropped the cloth and reveal a very sexy black thong. In a few moments, he skillfully pulled down his thong but with one hand cupped at his pubic area, and continued dancing and gyrating. I can see his pubes were neatly trimmed. The song ended and he went backstage. It was the next mak nyah's turn to perform.

Hans came out again, this time only in a sports pouch (with no backing material). After a few moments, he cupped his privates with one hand, and using his other hand, he pulled his whole underwear up his body and removed it over his head. He gyrated to the song and skillfully did a few acrobatic moves, all the time cupping his pubic area with one hand. But I caught glimpses of his yummicious balls at certain angles. At times, I thought I could see his semi-erect penis pushing out between his fingers. He came close to the audience at the front a couple of times and danced next to them. Then, it was the two mak nyah's turn to mime again.

In his last performance, Hans came out entirely naked, but all the time with one hand covering his precious sausage and balls. Again, at times, his privates were partially exposed as he moved sensually to the music. I swore his cock was almost erect, pushing out between his fingers and he was trying hard to cover it. My friend pointed out "See his hard cock?". He made his rounds to the audience and danced next to them, allowing them to touch his body briefly. He came up to our table, and my friend pushed him to me, and so I gyrated with him also lah, and lightly caressed him a bit (*shy*). He went back to the stage before the show ended.

What an experience! It was all rather surreal. Damn, after all that I was hard and needed to JO! LOL! But yes, it was just a weekend night out with a few old friends just in the outskirts of this city....

The One With Profile Picture Meme

OK, so I was tagged by Janvier to do a meme:

1. Post your profile pic.

2. Tell us a story behind it.

3. Why do you choose that pic?

4. Tag 5 more bloggers!

This meme .... very easy one .... should take less than 5 minutes to do ....

See see? Got two different versions ... initially it was the top one in 2007, then changed liao to the bottom one sometime last year.

But I should let Fable Fawg continue this meme for me and explain everything la. Why? It was him who chose, created and photoshopped the profile pic for me (kan I ni technology illiterate?). So I let him continue to do No.2, 3 and 4. Kakakakaka!

See, my post title also in his format liao: "The one with ....".

So I expect to see his next post title to be The One With Meme #15 hor.... :p

LOL! Fables, you're next (again)!

Girl Attack - Please Don't Touch Me!

So the sisters came for a (rather short) visit last weekend and were itching to visit the hottest nightclubs. But by nighttime, they were all exhausted from walking the whole day … unaccustomed to having to walk so much.

As we strolled up Neil Road around half past eleven, it was typically quiet in the area … no traffic jam, no touts, no prostitutes, no crowd. No party atmosphere. But Tantric was full house. We were unsure if we should go in or head to Taboo, which seemed to be rather unhappening at that time. So we decided we should just go in look see look see. The music they were playing was good pop, but too bad no one was moving/dancing to the groove. Most were busy chatting and drinking, and majority of the guys looked rather foreign. We don’t drink, we don’t want to chat, we didn’t look particularly well-dressed up either, and we don’t have friends to kiss and hug in there either. We want to dance!!! So we decided to get out.

Taboo still looked quiet from the outside, but Sindy was just too tired to agree to walking round the corner to check out Play. We hung around for a while before deciding to get into Taboo.

It was not very happening either, and only a couple of people were dancing. We got our free drinks, and settled down on the second floor couch. The sisters got mineral water (wakakaka!), but I was determined to get some alcohol – I don’t have to drive home you see. But I’m such jakun when it comes to alcohol… I only know 3 words … beer, wine, vodka …. don’t tell me specific names etc etc… I don’t know! I settled for beer, but there were a few choices which we don’t normally get back home. And I pointed to some Filipino beer (San Miguel or St Miguel?? Whatever!). Haiya, I was embarrassed I didn’t know how to order la, and fled the bar counter after I was handed the huge mug.

Tricia and I decided to boogie woogie, and was later joined by Jaslene. It was way past Sindy’s bedtime and she decided to just laze around the sofa.

People were just too friendly, and that’s where the problem is. A thin girl (real one ok!) who was originally dancing with a guy, started to dance with Tricia. And Thin Real Girl was all over Tricia. Such a salah sight! Tricia and a real girl groping??? Then, a while later a rather plump girl (real one also) came and dance with Tricia and Jaslene. Hands all over, and I laughed. A moment later my nightmare began.

Plump Real Girl turned and attacked hugged me, and her hands were all over my body! OMG! OMG!!! She grabbed Tricia and all three of us were dancing, and she moved her hands up and down our bodies, grabbed our crotch, then squeezed our butts, and tried to put her hands in our pants! OMFG!

All the while I was going “Shit! Shit! Shit!” And her big boobs rubbing my chest, right under my nose!!! What am I supposed to do with them? Grab and squeeze them??!

I almost wanted to leave, but Thin Real Girl and Plump Real Girl must have sensed we kept our hands to ourselves, and back off a little bit. But they were there the whole night, and would come on and off to us.

Yuks!

It was such a traumatic experience!

Guys, what would you do if a girl comes up to you and start groping you?

Gonad Foundation

I used to get spam sms-es from various sources regarding product sales, promotions at pubs (which I don’t go – don’t know how the hell they got my number), and recently about subscribing and downloading hot videos (presumably of local politicians) for a small fee. But one boring Friday evening last month, I received the sms below from an unfamiliar number:

Dear Mr. XX.
Thank you for
interest in our
harvesting project.
Please send in the
testicle donation
consent form
soonest possible so
that we may begin
process.

At first, I laughed out loud and excitedly showed the ‘silly spam’ message to my colleagues. Then I scrolled up again, and saw my name. My name!!! OMG!!!!

How come spam sms also know my name one? No more laughing anymore – I start to panic! How do these people get my number AND my name? This is serious.
I didn’t think it was any of my friends playing prank, cos they’re all decent fellas, not pranksters.
Where did I recklessly leave my number AND name? I was worried that it’s gonna be troublesome that I might need to change my number! Damn I should be more careful leaving my contact details next time I sign up for something. Panic! Panic!

I asked my colleague to call the number back, but using the office phone. But then I realized, I had better speak to the person myself, just in case the person have evil intentions etc etc.

When a boyish voice answered my call, I demanded to know who he was. He continued on to introduce himself from the Gonad Foundation, about finding testicle donors. He spoke very fluently in English, without any ahhhs... or errrs..... very smooth and no breaks in his sentences ... eloquent.... and with that I became more confused!

"This is a joke. Who's this? Who's this? No, no, no..." I must have said, still confused and a little nervous, unsure.

Then I thought I could hear a little giggle on the other side .....

" .....who else would talk like that.... " the voice spoke, I could only catch part of what he said .... it was a little too fast for a confused mind.

"It's Janvier la..."

ISH!!!!

* This happened one month earlier, but it could have been a great April Fool prank.

For They Have Sinned

So I had several hours of intercourse (ok ... the non-sexual meaning of the word lah! LOL!) with two of the hottest sinful bloggers in the island down south.

First, I messaged Buaya (I won't link his site here, I think he wants to remain as anon as possible :p) via e-mail to ask if he wanna meet up. Naturally, he took all necessary precautions to ensure I was not a fake (I was rather vague about who I was in my first email), and soon we met up two Saturdays ago in Chinatown. Since I had eaten dinner a bit and he hadn't, we went to have some yummy noodles, walked around Chinatown a bit (he pointed out one dark and humid place other than Absolute), then went to McD's for more chit chat.


Then, I sms-ed Sgboy and as I was loitering around (yeah, I was bored to death) the Heeren last Sunday afternoon, he called and said he was able to meet at the cruisy and very gay coffee place there. I last met him briefly at Kylie's concert last November.... and had thought his legs were all tattoo-ed, but his legs this time turned out rather smooth and fairly hairless! No more tattoo??? Apparently, it wasn't tattoo but some kind of design sleeves (forgot what it's called liao) which he slipped onto his calves during Kylie.

So we chatted and chatted. There was this guy reading his bible and making notes seated on the table next to us, just less than 2 feet away. He would have heard everything we said ... all those sinful things. LOL! We weren't shy about it. Sgboy thought he must be also enjoying listening to our conversation. When I went to the toilet, Sgboy observed him praying before he left the table. He must have recited "God, please forgive them, for they have sinned". LOL! LOL!

Walk walk here

A couple of weeks ago, I was over-msned. Now, I'm under-blogged. Reason? I'm on a working trip to the fabulous island down below. Clean, neat, tidy, proper, well-planned, and most importantly, a comfortable place to live.

The only thing I have to complain is the use of public transport. Although it's extremely convenient and cheap, you have to do quite a bit of walking to get to the stations and stops. Walk walk walk. Then you hop on. Hop off, then walk walk walk and you arrive at your destination. To go back/home, walk walk walk again. Hop on and Hop off. Walk walk walk. Like OMFG! I've never walked so much in my life!!!! That's why I didn't even go to the gym here. By the time I get to the gym, my legs are tired liao!

The island is full of hot tanned skin boys and men!!! They're like everywhere, and I can't stop drooling. My eyes are tired devouring them up! And of course, the mandatory dark and humid places to visit.

Am arranging to catch up with a few old friends (including Mick, who is now working here, Swanny who's recently gone through a terrible divorce, and Sunshine who seems very happy here), and met up with a new blogger buddy. It's been rather busy and I hope to catch up with a couple more. In the meantime, sweet Bert, whom I met in a dark and humid place, has been keeping me company occasionally, otherwise I'd gotten all lonely and bored here after work.

I don't have convenient internet connection as I am out on site everyday, so I won't have time and energy to blog. But Fable's gonna say it's just all excuses! - afterall he's been hospitalised for so many days and he can still blog!! Wakakaka!

Meanwhile, I'll continue to walk walk here and walk walk there, walk here walk there, everywhere walk walk!

Podium Comeback

Dressed up again in my fabulous Daniel Henry's KYLIE t-shirt, I made my second appearance at Marketplace Saturday nite with Jaslene, Tricia and Sook Fun. The dancefloor was empty when we arrived, so we were too shy to dance, but within 30 minutes it was packed! Can only jump up and down on the same spot! We stood too near the front bit of the dancefloor and the white smoky spray almost made us all suffocate. OMG! They kept spraying it.... that's when I said enough is enough! I emerged from the white mist and rose on the high podium (drama! drama!), scanned the dancefloor for a moment before proceeding with my performance! Yes, the former Liquid podium diva has made a comeback! Yeah! It feels good to be back on stage.... OMG! It's been 5 years since I stepped on stage!

Spotted Daniel Henry, Geri and Les, and also got to meet with Jaslene's "brothers", Jin and Queerrant. No one else from the brotherhood went that nite, but got intro to a few of the brothers: Apollo D, Bunny and Cheryl (she's not exactly a brother la) on New Year's Day at Midvalley with Faye.

Happy New Year!

WOW Kylie WOW

I loved Kylie. Her songs always make me feel good, and most of them have that dancey tune that lift your spirits up.

My heart was racing wth excitement as we made our way up the staircase from the restaurant at the stadium. As we made our way to the East entrance, I caught sight of a smart-looking V, formerly our BodyJam instructor, who had move to SG to work a year ago. We chatted a bit, and then it was time to pass the security checkpoint. Damn! I should have brought my camera, apparently, they longer make a fuss of it. Luckily, DH brought his, and he managed to capture a few good shots of the stage.

As we walked into our seating 'block', I turned to my left to look out for Mrs Philippe, who was seated two blocks away, waving at us. I went over to meet her and her friends, and camwhored a bit. Don't know if she's gonna blog about her experience at the concert at her food-cum-movie-cum-music blog.

As we sat and waited for Kylie, we scanned the audience for Sgboy (check out his sexy blog) and his four friends, all in their "skanky" K.Y.L.I.E white tanktops. Cannot find! Then DH, in his oversized stylish spectacles, detected hawtness three blocks to our left. Initially shy (as usual), it took a while before we went up to say "hi".

It's funny that Mrs P, Sgboy, their friends and us were all seated on the same side of the stadium.

The stadium was filling up real quick, and almost every seat was now taken. The audience around we where we were seated (ie. the cheapest tickets at S$100) were mostly ang moh's. Probably expats and their family. If I were them and had the money, I would have paid the S$500 tickets right at the front!

Then the lights dimmed, and the audience cheered as the screen began to light up.

* * * * * * *

Kylie made a rather grand entrance with Speakerphone. The intro-buildup to her entrance was spectacular ... the graphics/video, the music ... awesome... OMG! I almost fainted ... I have never seen anything like this before!



As a forward-looking artiste, she cleverly chose to sing songs from her later albums rather than old hits (out of 23 songs, she only sang 4 of her own retro-hits from the 80s and 90s):

X

Like A Drug

Speakerphone

Wow

Heart Beat Rock

2 Hearts

In My Arms

The One

No More Rain

Body Language

Slow

I Believe in You*

* Not in album, but released around that time.

Fever

Can't Get You Out of My Head

Love At First Sight

In Your Eyes

Light Years

Spinning Around

On A Night Like This

Your Disco Needs You

Loveboat

Kids

Her 80s and 90s Retro Hits

Step Back in Time

Better the Devil You Know

Shocked

I Should Be So Lucky

Other Songs

Copacabana**
**Originally sung by Barry Manilow (1978)

Overall, the visuals were stunning, the music and arrangement were flawless and her voice was impressive. I think she has been unfairly underrated as a singer ... I mean, she sang live, her voice strong, clear, melodious and feminine, and she managed to reach the high notes quite effortlessly! I am so proud of her!!!

Kylie is also a great performer. She's definitely got the X factor, and she could pull through all those stylish moves and poses seamlessly and effortlessly. And she's very very, very, very pretty indeed. She sang her heart out, and you can see her many expressions captures on the big screen.

Kylie, you rock!!

MacArthur Park

Spring was never waiting for us, girl
till it ran one step ahead
as we followed in the dance.

About ten days ago, Fable, Evie and I decided to go for an all-English Karaoke session. Evie commented that it was one of the very rare occasions where no Chinese songs were sung in a karaoke session. Fable recommended the Curve outlet, as apparently they have one of the better English collection there.

So there we go, we spent 3 uninterrupted hours singing (or rather, making noises) our hearts out!! Very fulfilling! Fable chose to sing a good mix of songs from the 80s to current. Evie, was rather silent... apparently too shy even with just us! As for me, I chose all those songs from the 80s and 90s. I was ready to sing Debbie Gibson and Belinda Carlisle, but damn, not a single song in the catalogue. ~ Phuh! There seemed to be a lot of songs from the late 80s and early 90s missing! Fable reckoned it's because these songs are neither too old nor too new. But I would really like to demand an explanation from the karaoke operators!!!!

Between the parted pages
we were pressed
in love's hot, fevered iron
like a striped pair of pants.

Look at that hand and finger action in the pic!! LOL!

So in the end, I settled for a few interesting 70s and 80s songs, that I was sure these were rarely sung.... like Let's Hear It for the Boy (Deniece Williams), You Keep Me Hanging On (Kim Wilde), Physical (Olivia Newton-John). Two of my favourites: Buenos Aires (Madonna) and MacArthur Park (Donna Summer). And I absolutely love to sing MacArthur Park, cos it's an interesting song. It is in fact a very dramatic sad song disguised in a disco dance tune. I'll let you listen in Youtube a little later.

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
all the sweet green icing flowing down
someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
and I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, nooo!

Apparently, the song, which was penned by Jimmy Webb and originally recorded by Richard Harris in 1968, had an unusually complex musical structure for a pop song. Read about it here. Donna Summer covered the song in 1978 and the song spent three weeks atop the Billboard charts.

I recall the yellow cotton dress
foaming like a wave
on the ground beneath your knees
birds like tender babies in your hands
and the old men playing
Chinese checkers
by the trees

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Earlier that morning, the gang and I had a little picnic in the park at the Lake Gardens. But who would have guessed that the picnic in the park was the beginning of our own MacArthur Park in the making?

MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
all the sweet green icing flowing down
someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
and I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, nooo!


Our dear sister's cake was soon to be left out in the rain by someone very dear to her. She didn't think she can take it cause she took so long to bake it, and she feared she'll never have the recipe again.


There'll be another song for me
and I will sing it
there'll be another dream for me
someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
and never let you catch me
looking at the sun, oh yeah
and after all the loves of my life
after all loves in my life
you'll be the one


I will take my life into my hands
and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes
and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
and my passion flow like rivers
through the sky
oh and after all the loves in my life
after all the loves in my life
you'll still be the one
and I'll ask myself why


MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
all the sweet green icing flowing down
someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
and I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, nooo!


Indeed, the wave of pain was also excruciatingly felt through all of us. We didn't know what else we could do to relieve the burden of her sorrow. We love her dearly and hope she would bounce back soon and kick ass.

Time and space will heal all wounds. But will she ever able to see us through that silent shade of gray which had apparently enveloped us all in that gloom of her painful memories. Or will that silent shade of gray mark the end of the sisterhood era?