My dear appeared on 8TV two days ago!

She was on the show ‘Cheer 2009′, aired on last Friday, 14th of August at 9PM!

The interview screenshots on this post were taken from the streaming video in the members’ page on 8TV’s website, so the image quality sucks.

A few weeks ago, she was invited by 8TV to an interview as an ex-cheerleader in Titans – her secondary school cheerleading team!

Titans is one of the teams to make it to the Top 5 in the National Cheerleading Competition 2009 held in Bukit Jalil earlier last month.

We went to watch the competition too this year, as well as last year!

You know what?

The cheerleading competition is one of those rare, fantasy-like places on earth where thousands of young, active, open-minded, and irresistibly-charming schoolgirls gather in a packed place, all just having fun!

And best of all,  the ratio of girls to boys in that place is probably… like…

10:1

And the ratio of pretty girls to not-so-pretty girls:

10:1

Therefore:

Girls (10:1) X Pretty Girls (10:1) = OMG HEAVEN!!!

…

You would totally wish that cheerleading is the national sport of our country…

Back to the interview, my dear and some of her former cheer-colleagues were asked to talk about some of their past experiences and stuff about cheerleading.

Sitting next to her is Chooi Yee, one of her good friends and also Titans assistant captain of year 2005.

My dear has a blog entry on the day she went for the interview.

New pix are still in the camera… So blog about some old stuff!

Two days – 17th and 18th, of last month, were very musical days to me – because I went to TWO music concerts in TWO nights!

On the 17th I attended the performance of the great oratorio ‘The Seasons’ by Haydn, and on the 18th ‘Mass in B minor’ by J.S. Bach.

If you’re bored skip the following paragraph (stuff read from concert booklet):

The Seasons was performed by suprano Sibylla Rubens, tenor Maximilian Schmitt and baritone Michael Nagy, all three of whom were German, music by  the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra (MPO), and choir by the Swiss Chamber Choir. The concert was performed in the German language.

And it was performed at the Dewan Filharmonik Petronas just underneath the twin towers!

My brother always attends these concerts and this time, he was so kind that he got me real cheap student-price tickets!

They were only RM15 instead of the usual RM90+ per ticket!

Really great, isn’t it? =D

There’s my bro and his friend, who went to the concert together.

Apparently you had to wear like totally formal to get in. Probably because the organizers were afraid of the Malaysian teenage culture where students would probably buy the RM15 student tickets and wear FCUK™ t-shirts with pasar malam short pants in.

According to my bro, if you don’t have a suit or blazer, you could rent one from them, free of charge!

My dear and her brother went too!

The interior of the concert hall was so architecturally beautiful that they disallowed any form of photography within the concert hall, even before the concert had started.

If you took out your camera and took a photo, the ushers would walk over to your seat, inform you that photography was prohibited, and request (or more like demand) you to delete the photo in front of her eyes.

But, they forgot we had Google Images, so here you go – the interior:

The second concert that I attended, J.S. Bach’s Mass in B minor, was held in Menara PGRM, Cheras. In case you haven’t known, the Mass is a Roman Catholic rite, so naturally, the Mass in B minor is a very religious piece of work.

This time, the orchestra and part of the choir is from Yin Qi, a Christian Music Organization that is rather well known in its own industry.

While The Seasons was performed in German, the Mass in B minor was sung in Latin. If you had not paid attention to the translations on the screens or booklets, you would have no idea what they are all spluttering about.

While the hall was huge, the crowd was only average. I guess a RM50 ticket to listen to the work of J.S. Bach, who was indeed the greatest composer in history, loses out to a RM200 ticket to watch Jay Chou live in Stadium Merdeka…

Sad, our new generation, isn’t it?

It’s time to put one of the special events that happened last month into this blog!

My first month of 2009 has just passed.

And the passing of January 2009 is nothing ordinary.

It marks the incredible milestone of me stepping into the glorious age of 21, baby!

Now, how glorious, exactly, is 21 - it’s the age that you are, finally and completely, on your own.

No more age restrictions, no more consent forms, no more nothing!

More practically, no more thoughts of smuggling into clubs and casinos, no more – NOT – being able to do anything just because of your age!

You’ve complete broken out of the last of any age restrictions or supervisions – you can even get married without your parent’s consent! (Not that I condone it )

Now, of course, we all know that these age restrictions were there to protect you. And activities with an age restriction (well, except marriage and arguably, sex) are generally ‘unhealthy’ activities – smoking, drinking, gambling etc.

And at age 21 you’re expected to be mature enough to judge for yourself what is good and what is bad business.

So yes, you’re free to do anything you want at age 21, but if you do screw up, you also lose all the protection afforded to juveniles and face the consequences straight and hard. No chances, no mercy! Bad huh?

Why? Because you’re already a grown-up; no longer an innocent kid or a wild teenager. You’re an adult… A man.

So, moral of the story – try all the crimes you want before you come of legal consent age. That way at least you won’t go to jail!

No, just kidding!

So, back to myself – if 21 is such a great milestone age, and the next milestone age, 55 (the retirement age), is just so far away, I had expected to celebrate my birthday this year, like – very, VERY EXTRAVAGANTLY.

But alas! Check your desktop calendar and you’ll find that January 25th – my birthday, was on, of all days, Chinese New Year’s Eve this year!

What does that mean?

It means I didn’t get to celebrate my precious 21st birthday the way I wanted! Because no one was going to stay back that day! Everyone had to go back to their hometowns to have their reunion dinner! And that includes me, too!

Note: No, this isn’t a photo of my reunion dinner.

And typically, you don’t just leave the house anytime  soon ‘before’  or  ‘after’ the reunion dinner. You gotta stay back and sit in the house for “reunion’s” sake. So there went my long-awaited 21st birthday party, at least that was what I had thought.

Luckily, I can still write right now, that I still had a very, very memorable 21st birthday.

Still having a small number of charming, special friends (and one particularly) putting in a wonderful amount of effort, surprise after surprise, to prevent my 21st birthday from sliding into the list of my most terrible birthdays ever…

I am so, very wonderfully blessed…

…

… but one of the birthday cakes was definitely not!

It was terrifyingly destroyed by our special, barbaric eating method!

The beautiful ice-cream cake, at first:

Step 1:

Step 2:

Step 3:

Step 4:

Step 5:

There were no plates involved.

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