Those days.

I have mentioned a pair of boys (almost-men) who grew up with me for a decade. We trained in taekwondo together, we had sleepovers, we studied together and we went through the awkwardness of puberty together.

I'm so proud of them and the way they have turned out.

Mystery Jets

Mystery Jets was in Malaysia. I'm still reeling in disbelief. I had always thought that I'd need to travel to the UK to watch them perform and honestly, I was resigned to it. But two days ago, a friend of mine posted on Twitter that he wished he had known earlier that they were to perform in KL.

I flipped.

Mystery Jets was in Malaysia?! I went a little crazy trying to figure out when, where, HOW DO I GET TICKETS and then I started fangirling madly.

(An odd coincidence was that the evening before, I had gotten a friend to listen to Young Love and she liked it)

So to cut a long story short, I managed to get myself and a friend tickets (my poor friend had never even heard of Mystery Jets before but put up an admirable front in helping me out) and we were RIGHT IN FRONT LIKE OH MY GOD I COULD HAVE REACHED OUT AND GRABBED BLAINE HARRISON'S LEG.

Honestly, I'm rating this as the best thing ever. I thought that 30 Seconds To Mars rocked my life but Mystery Jets blew them out of the water.

On an unrelated note, the concert was held in a club and the bouncers didn't believe my age. Fortunately, my friend had foreseen this and we had my driver's license. Why does this always happen to me.

Half In Love With Elizabeth
(Pretty much their claim to fame)

This is almost irrelevant but while I was gazing upon Blaine Harrison's face, I realised that he has a prominent cupid's bow. And he's English. And he has dark hair. (Let us, for a moment, forget about the nose piercing, which I find so appealing, and tattoos)

Ladies and gentlemen, there is a pattern.

A woman's place is in the kitchen.

Nevertheless, everytime my friends (an all male group) come over, you usually find me in front of the television playing with the X Box or watching movies while swilling down beer and then you'll see the guys squabble while cooking in the kitchen.

CRIB KL

I'm interning there right now, as most of you know (I'm guessing that most of my readers if not all are my extremely close friends- if you aren't, then I'm quite flattered that anyone else cares about my life). I think it's an amazingly fun place.

Oh we do work hard, but we play hard as well. The thing is, our work is fun. I tend to slouch about in jeans and listen to Rammstein while doing research or whatever it is my work for the day entails and some days we somehow end up getting wacky food in the office, which is actually a bungalow.

Right now, we're working on a project called RockCorps and I adore the concept behind it. If you're up to date with the happenings in Europe, you may have heard of it already. It's taken the UK, US and France by storm with David Cameron endorsing the project and by actually winning an award as well.

Concept: Give four hours of your time to volunteer in a community service project and receive in return a ticket to a concert we'll be organising for the end of the year.

We have over 120 different projects planned out over a three month period and scattered across the country so anyone from wherever can volunteer. There's also the carrot: performances by two international artistes for free.

Being a concert buff, I honestly don't understand why more Malaysian youth aren't lining up to register themselves as volunteers. For the life of me, I don't see why my acquaintances are perfectly happy to spend over RM 100 to buy a concert ticket but not, for example, paint an orphanage for one.

But arghhh, I'm honestly not too surprised either. Malaysians are by nature extremely wary and sceptical people, let alone our lazy slugabed youngsters (I know I'm barely 20 but whatever). I'm starting to understand why our parents are so exasperated with us.

I know I'm rambling, I just needed to get this out. I may scrutinise this tomorrow.

Normality

I was browsing through my Anne Rice books, re-reading them and just falling more in love with the lyrical prose she typically writes in that some complain can drag. The book I had decided to cuddle up with on this specific day was the Queen of the Damned.

I was reading the section where Daniel recollects his meetings with Armand and how they gradually grow more intimate. There is a section where Armand talks about the past and society in general which I was struck by.

(Once I get my hands on the book again, I'll post up the quote)

In a nutshell, what Armand says is that society has always compared everything to a concept of normality that has never existed. That was just mindblowing. It's very true when you think about it. For a given value of normal, nobody is really normal.

Don't you think?