Today is D-DAY!

I celebrated my pre-28th birthday on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and I also celebrate my real 28th birthday today. I'm waiting for Suze to come home for another Bday celebration with her. I love to celebrate any ocassions. Tomorrow is Suze's Bday and she'll be back from KCH on Wednesday. Once she reach KK, off we go for our birthdays blast.

I'm quite happy because the first three chapters of my dissertation are completely done at this stage. This semester would be my final semester in UMS and I received a marvellous bday gift from hubby (am not telling what the thing is okay. Nanti kena cakap bragging pula kan). It really complete my 28th birthday bash. On the other hand, I don't know whether to rejoice upon it or to curse it,I'll be sitting for PPK (it's equivalent to PTK) for the first time since I first started working under the Ministry of Higher Education. The PPK is to be held on 27-28 July at Flamingo Hotel, Ampang. Yes, our PPK is different from the PTK (format and content wise) and it's to be held for two days. However, the registration starts on 26 July. Erm, there will be exam as in answering 50 objective questions. Beside that, I'm required to complete the individual assignment and submit it upon registration. The assignment is sort of like an essay writing paper cum position paper cum reflection paper cum research paper. There are lots of things to be done, many things to research on and all of it deals with anything that involve the ministry, Teaching and learning in tertiary level, management etc. Honestly speaking, I don't know how and where to start. The worst part is I have to write the paper in Malay language. There will be a presentation, too. I have to talk about the targets in my work and I have to explain the works I have done for the previous 6 months and the things that I'm about to do in the coming 5 months. It has to tally with the details in my SKT. Another worst part is I have to present in BM. When I speak in BM, you can immediately guess that I come from Sabah. I don't feel comfortable speaking the S'jung accent (no offense ya!) because I feel disgusted when hearing myself speaking in that accent (it sounded like a Thai trying in vain to speak the Sjung BM accent (kasihanilah sia!Please!). That's why I prefer speaking in English when I'm there. Simply because it helps me to disguise myself and for not telling people that I epitomize the real essence of a SABAHAN (hehehhe...minus the Chinese look!). Well, it is not a big issue though. I think I'll resort to BM baku, lah.

I'm quite busy with my Sorority Life (Don't mess with a sista!!) and the farms in FB (hehehe!). Well, I guess another episodes of multi-tasking are more likely to surface soon. I need to get the individual assignment starts soon and I wish I could just translate the three chapters of my dissertation in BM and submit it for the requirement of individual written assignment. Boleh ka tu, ah?

And....How do and did I celebrate my birthday? It's simple...I celebrate it with style, love and a little bit of cheerfulness. Voila! It equals to a SPLENDID BIRTHDAY BASH!!! To FENDI, Chegu Carol and Fidelia (Partner-in-Crime)...THANKS FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES!!! I HEART YOU...MMMMUAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Countdown

Tomorrow is THE day...Esther kisses goodbye to her 27 years of existence. Esther is welcoming the 28 years of existence and thank God, she's still here..kicking and alive...hahahaha...

What does she want for this year's birthday? Nothing much. She wants to be surrounded with people whom she loves and love her regardless of whatever that would come her ways. She can't ever imagine living in this world without having those who play vital roles in her life. Very simple, huh...hehehe....

Well, she remembered she wrote about her 27 birthdays last year. When she re-read the post, she did accomplish some of the things that she really wanted to do minus the tattoo thingy and baby bump. Well, that would be included in future plans.

Birthday..birthday....It's Esther's birthday tomorrow.

A moment of silence

MJ's memorial service was indeed a devastating and heart-breaking experience. Even by watching it on TV, I can feel the somber ambience that clouded the Staples Centre, LA. What with the Jacksons family. I can see the look of sadness in their eyes. I know how it feels when you have to deal with a sibling's death. It is not easy and even after the funeral service and the years that followed after the death, it's rather difficult to let go off the memory. Memory should live forever but sometimes thniking too much of the person whom we had lost will indeed hurt an old wound that seem rather impossible to heal. I'm no stranger to interment.

I cried throughout the memorial service. I cried when Mariah Carey sang I'll be there. I cried when Jennifer Hudson sang Will you be there. I cried when listening to Rev. Al Sharpton and Brooke Shield's speeches. I cried when Jermaine sang MJ's fave song, Smile. I cried when Usher sang Gone too soon. It was somewhat shocking because I ain't no cry baby! To top it off, I cried when Paris took the stage and told the whole world that her daddy was the best father and she loves him so much before she broke into tears. Rev. Al Sharpton told the children and the world, "There wasn't nothing strange about your daddy. It is the strange that your father has to deal with". Ditto here Rev. I agree to that. MJ has to deal with the cruel and harsh reality of the world. People fail to understand him and they keep judging him based on his ever changing appearance. But, to quote the aforesaid rhetoric question in my previous post...who are we to judge? It's his music that all matters to me (and perhaps to you?). It's all about how he made us happy whenever we listen to his songs. It's the moonwalk dance that always mesmerized us. It's all about Michael's exceptional dance moves. It is his music that we are always listening to regardless of the years and era we are in. Let's remember him for all the efforts he has spent to make the world a better place for us to live, his compassion and the sincerity. He has done a lot for the charities and he helped the unfortunate ones to live life accordingly. He did everything through music. His music alone unites people from all races together. His music binds us and make us as one.

He was a son, brother, father, friend, musician and most of all he was indeed a person who has lived in this world just like the rest of us. To me, he was a great musician and my FOREVER idol. He has gone far too soon but he lives forever in my heart.

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The Final Farewell

E! Channel will air MJ's memorial service tonight. It is actually to be held on Tuesday morning at 10am (America' time). So, most probably, it will be tonight (Malaysia's time). We are a few hours ahead of them. Tuesday morning here means Monday night there. If I'm not mistaken it's 13 hours of differences but correct me if I'm wrong.

Thank God, there will be a live telecast tonight. I have to be a part of the memorial service though the only means is by watching TV. Speaking of which, I don't have to be physically present at the venue where the service is being held. It means a lot to me. I want to bid him farewell and I hope I can get over his death soon. The thought of him, his life before his death and the approaching comeback tours always seem to bug me (the comeback tours are scheduled on July, 13. Yup, it's on my birthday). I don't know why I keep pondering over his death and try to recall the life of him in yester years. Maybe it's because I'm a great fan of him. Maybe and maybe...There are lots of maybes. I hope I can get over his death and eventually keep him intact in my heart as someone who has always lighten up my days with his great music (as in the now, past and future).

He is laid to eternal rest today. Oh, God...No words can explain the emotion right now. I hope I can get over this soon (real soon!). I even try to understand the eccentricity of MJ by relating it to the psycho analysis theory. Blimey! a lot of damage has been done to his psyche and to quote Deepak Chopra, he once said that 'MJ was a delicate soul who lived in a cruel world'. Okay, enough...too much of MJ here and I should stop the MJ's obsession. Yes, I'm an Mj's obsess...an MJ-holic!

DON'T FORGET TO WATCH E! CHANNEL TONIGHT.


p/s: Make sure you have lots of tissues within your reach. Let's have a moment of silence and say a prayer for him.

Eclipse

Well, Bella...now what? Jacob Black is now your former best friend. Huh, I can't wait to get my hand off it...