Run Away

Boredom.

A plague I'm suffering throughout my return to Malaysia which has only lasted for six days. The swine flu fear instilled in everyone's heart by over-reacting authorities aside, Malaysia' pretty darn the same as it was before I left for my university studies.

The heat, the humidity. That constantly haunting belief that you'll be burned alive unknowingly or spontaneously combust into flames. All that is a clear sign that you're back to the place you are most familiar with, the place where it's always Truly Asia.

I haven't been doing much apart from that one-time outing with YY at Midvalley to catch the recent craze that is Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, and I also attended Carmen's 18th birthday party at Scholokart (is that how it's spelled?) Solaris, Mont' Kiara. The former was amazing as it managed to live up to my expectations, and believe me, my expectations were high, considering the fact that I've just watched the first Transformers movie two days before the second one for the first time in my life.

I know, go on, rant about how shocked you are and the disbelief you are in right now at the mention of me not having watched the movie that is made of pure awesomeness. Well, I'd give the sequel a 9 out of 10 while the first movie deserves an 8.5 from me. Although I know some people might think otherwise but, ah, whaddaya know, screw you.

Carmen's birthday party was awesome too but because it centers around her and not me, hence I shall not make any further mention about it here, lest I manage to glorify her through my blog post, which is advertising, really.

Anyway, many things occured back in Melbourne throughout the week. Things that I wish will not change how things were back there. We'll just have to cross our fingers and pull through I suppose.

Oh! And in case you've been living in a cave that was submerged in the sea since the last Ice Age and you do not belong to the species Homo Sapiens but rather to something more unevolved,which in that case you are totally forgiven for not accomplishing the following, you would have noticed or caught wind of the untimely death of the King of Pop, none other than Michael Jackson himself.

I must admit I've never been a big fan of his music or just him in general. Rather, his music and dance moves were exposed to me in various ways. First, there's my father who swears by him as, I quote, 'the best'. Then there's that constant play of his music videos on titanic music channels the likes of Channel V and MTV. And of course, his influences stretched far and wide into the deepest trenches of Dance. I think it would be correct to say that in almost every piece of choreography that are danced to today, there will be some trace or semblance to the late King's dance moves.

Although his later years were infested with negative news perpetuated by the media no less, his siginificant contribution to the world should not be diminished.

And hence, here, I salute him and pay my last respects to the Legend that will live forever in everyone's heart. Thank you Michael, for having lit the lives of many and also contributed tremendously to Music and Dance. May you find peace in the Heavens.

Alright, if by this point, your brain has ceased to absorb what your eyes attempt to take in, you should rejoice at the fact that I'm almost done with this long and meaningless blog entry.

Last thing I'd like to make note of is that I need something to do before I wither away with the passing of time. So please, somebody, entertain me on Plurk or MSN. Or if you live in KL, call me up to hang out!

You peeps have a nice day now and be good!