The Day 'Hujan Emas di Negara Orang, Hujan Batu di Negara Sendiri': Hujan Batu Kita Punyalah Power Sampai Boleh Berhentikan Formula 1!

Dear Diary,

Kalau sanggup pergi F1 Nightrace and Coldplay di Singapore,
takkanlah tak pergi F1 Sepang dan Jamiroquai di tanah tumpah darah.

Especially when your bestfriend / neighbour / favourite local singer and Be Yoga's very first customer
did the opening for the much-hyped-about post-race concert












That's Atilia flaunting her yoga arms before JKay took over the stage.




and when your boyfriend's mom supplied you with kickass grandstand tickets.










and that's the cover for Msia's CLEO April '09 50 Eligible Bachelors issue.
Woot.




USELESS FACT:
For the past 10 years of F1 in Malaysia,
the past winners clocked an average of 1 hour 30 minutes
for 56 laps = 310.408 km (average fastest lap = 210 kph)
not including yesterday's exceptional and record-breaking 33 laps of course.

NOTE TO SELF:
Now. The last few times I drove to Singapore, it took me exactly two hours
from Bangsar to Woodlands checkpoint (estimated 360 km).
Does that mean I was driving 200 km per hour all along?
. . . .

The Day I Don't Care Even If 'I'm Yours'

Dear Diary,




















I had a hard time convincing Henry that
it IS possible for someone

1. to live and make love by any Coldplay and Radiohead music
but to not be able to stand and understand Maroon 5, My Chemical Romance and the likes

2. to still heavily listen to Jack Johnson's In Between Dreams even after five years of it's release
but get sick of any Jason Mraz' singles only after the first time listening to any of it.

And I meant that someone to be me.
















So yes, even with free tickets,
I choose to not go to the concert tonight
just because I don't want to.

The Day 'Everything's Not Lost'

Dear Diary,

Last year, Supertall promised me to take me to this two:
1. Amsterdam in October (our birthday month)
2. any Coldplay concert anywhere in the world,
this year.

So you can understand the reason to why
I might have been the rare few if not the only Malaysian
that pulled a long face when rumours had it,
Coldplay might perform for our very own Sunburst next month.

Why must 'anywhere in the world' be Bukit Kiara?
That is almost anywhere belakang rumah (Supertall).
















But since last Friday, I don't have to muncung any longer
for he surprised me with tickets to..




















Vida La Vida Tour at Singapore Indoor Stadium in three weeks time!

Singapore pun jadiklah.
My Coldplay in my favourite island of don't play-play,
yet again.


P.S. Tickets selling at SISTIC sold out within three five days, by the way!

The Day I'm "Just Waiting Till The Shine Wears Off.."

Dear Diary,




















Betraying the yoga empire that has upgraded my life,
being rude the man who has given me a magazine to run,
letting my devoted students hanging in this time of trial,
leaving, DEVALUING myself and settling for other jobs that pay only 25% of what I usually make monthly,
are not my kind of options. For now..

To date, I have taught 6 classes at the zone this week,
despite my last full-paid salary was in April.

Some of you who read Page N26 The Star today,
might cringe and ask, "I thought you were paid for May, no?"
Take it from me, honey.
NO.

Last Saturday, I was handed RM300 from XX personally and be told, "Just so that you can have a good weekend," which I translated to, "Just so that you can keep your mouth shut and teach for us come Monday."

If you asked me,
being paid RM300 from RM1X,XXX that you are owed,
is an insult.

I will expect some jokers to leave comments such, "Orang bagi RM300 pendahuluan pun tak nak? Tak tau bersyukur betul anak Ahmad ni." Don't worry, you are not me. And you are not the God I thank / pray to and you are not the employer that owes me, so it's OK and I forgive you. Sweating the small stuff now doesn't save my car from getting towed.

Albeit, it sure did feel good teaching again that Monday,
it was heartfelt learning that your students left you an envelope-ful of money and baskets of fruits after the class ended,
and it was embarrassing having to have shed that tears after my first class this week, for I have to eat my own words, "Simply be happy that our body still moves, be grateful that the air and silence we are breathing are still free.."

Thanks to this highly participated blog,
I found myself listed as one of the surviving ' Last 16 ' that still teach without pay,
BUT I DON'T FIND THIS FUNNY ANYMORE
and I don't know how long more can I go on;
keeping a straight face when I am still being lied to,
smiling as I make you do painful twists when I am deeply hurt too,

I don't think it is for long now,
and my patience and 'believe' are wearing thin.




















I am living off this song to feed my spirit now,

Lost! COLDPLAY,
Vida La Vida (2008)

"Just because I'm losing,
Doesn't mean I'm lost,
Doesn't mean I'll stop,
Doesn't mean I will cross.

Just because I'm hurting,
Doesn't mean I'm hurt,
Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve,
No better and no worse,

I just got lost,
Every river that I've tried to cross,
And every door I ever tried was locked,
Ooh-Oh,
And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off..

You might be a big fish,
In a little pond,
Doesn't mean you've won,
'Cause along may come,
A bigger one,
And you'll be lost.

Every river that you tried to cross,
Every gun you ever held went off,
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the firing starts,
Ooh-Oh, And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off.."

(Lost! accoustic version)