I.A.A.R {reboot error}

We speak in acronyms. A lot.
It’s our special “language” … and so one of those that is frequently typed out or articulated is “IAAR” or “I am ALWAYS right”. 
It’s not hard to be always right being the more cynical one. Being the more critical one. Being the one who has to toss an idea over and over in my head … I am Libran with a dash of OCD. 
OK, with more that a dash … definitely more than a mere dash.
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Conductor Stéphane Denève is the epitome of a child’s imagination of what a classical musician conductor should be; dramatic and expressive with a big hairdo of curls that lends an air of artistic genius. 



Paired with Scottish piano virtuoso Steven Osborne who played Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2, that entered center stage after the haunting beauty of Vocalise that has captured the public fancy since its premiere in 1916, June 14th was a beautiful evening for me, even when I managed to have a run in my navy blue lace dress!
Basked by the Petronas Twin Towers’ lighting and distant sounds of laughter of couples and holiday makers taking selfies, we begun a cultural discourse where some where midway I made the mistake of verbalising my wishful thoughts of: you know what would be simply magical? If we were in Vienna or Salzburg …
Within a week under the undue influence of others heading that direction for the summer break, weddings and of course visits to the patriarch home, dreamy plans were made about driving down the autobahn from Switzerland to Austria only to be “squashed”very quickly by practical me who for one will be in Eastern Europe (not Central) and more importantly will not be within the European Union vicinity for the next 2 weeks from the proposed trip – simply said, the dates did not jive, and yes, we do unfortunately need to work for a living and can’t be sitting idle in Europe for extended period of time to ‘catch’ the Salzburger Festpiele!
That aside, I got talking about a British french horn musician I used to know who was attached with the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra – not in very favourable terms nonetheless, due to his mismatched expectations of an employer and real abilities/ talent and actual contribution. Being passionately (and often misplaced) patriotic, I had personally thought that he should be grateful for the break in his otherwise Broadway musical career …
But, more importantly for someone who spent two seasons playing no more than 60 minutes live, one could well said it was a very lucrative job! and he has really nothing to complain about … I mean, seriously, how pivotal is a french horn anyways? How many pieces out there actually has the french horn playing a important role, let alone as the star of the show?
… and then, as if by curse, picking up the 2014/2015 Season brochure, I flip it open and stared at this:
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I took a photo and sent it across with the message: I.A.A.R {reboot error}
Hell yes! I got a lot of pissing for that.
But what do I know?
I was a child who spent her youth wrecking my piano with tears, practising for the dreadful Associated Board of Royal Schools of Music … unable to play a single piece despite having a Grade 8 certificate.



Kangbashi …

It’s not food.  It’s not me cursing in some uncommon language.

It’s a place.  The BIGGEST ghost town in China to be exact … and I’m going to let the numbers do the talking …


Back in the day, I’d be the few to research to death on how to get there – the path less traveled-cum-ghost cities or abandoned places …

Like the visit to Fatehpur Sikri or Pripyat. With the latter I had received mocking childish comments like “why don’t you just stick your head into the microwave” which conjured images of Sylvia Plath‘s final moment. 

Well, not that I’ve seem images of her head being gassed in the oven, or intend to, but curiously while growing up I had imagined a charred head! and wondered wide-eyed awake in the middle of the night how did the oven get hot with the doors open and/or how did she keep her head in there when it got hotter and hotter – yes, I had insomniac tendencies as a child!

And since I’ve digressed, a little more wouldn’t help … as an adult, I wonder if suicidal tendencies is genetic, having learned that Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes son had chosen the same path … if you must know, daddy Ted took his own life and so did his second wife!!!

Anyways, I was just going to say that someone has beaten me to Kangbashi – read his blog and view the photos here – and strangely this year, I have no zest, will, desire to travel!

Sure, I still research and plan – I must. I derive more joy doing this than actually filling up visa forms and immigration cards. And I most definitely prefer my bed 8/10 times to a hotel’s … though some hotels are super cool until I realise the hole it had caused in my pocket!

Nonetheless, I thought this place – this Kangbashi, Ordos … outpost/ abandoned city (of once great glory?) in the remote part of Mongolia – should be made known to my friends and readers who may be inspired to go.


2 minutes Comic Con moment

I’m not usually star struck. I can’t recall when was the last time I was star struck – that is to say prior to this.

Maybe it takes a lot to impress me. Maybe I just haven’t met my ** stars **

So, when I saw a bunch of cling rubber stamps and distress ink stained painting spotting comic characters, I stopped in my tracks and started admiring it and muttering out loud:

“I like these. No. I really, REALLY, REALLY like these.”

Out of the blue, a calming voice over my shoulders responded, “Thank you.”

I spun around, and there was this guy who looked vaguely familiar … I smiled and turned my head back to continue admiring the art work while saying, “Yours?”

And at about that moment my eyes caught the sign:

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And that’s about when caution was thrown to the wind and I was just short of a squealing pre-teen …

OK. It was a 2 minutes Comic Con moment for both of us minus the insanity of costumes. Sure. I know the entire point of Comic Con is the costumes!

 … but hey, at least I’m one of the few who recognised that name … and who is totally dizzy looking at the art work!

And really, for him, it must be rather miserable from being the Brett Weldele in Comic Con to a shadow lurking in the background at CHA. So, I’d like to think inasmuch as he made my day, I made his day. Of course, Val is obliged to buy his merchandises, if not for anyone else, for me!

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