A tee, please!

I need a tee! Of Mraz's, that is. (sighs)

James Morrison – Live & Loud KL ‘07 (part II)

Delivering some sound...

These are some recorded in full, not by me though, that I got from YouTube!. LOL. But I was just as far and as close as I could ever be, alright. Just to get the up close, just to get the up close.



James Morrison- You Give Me Something


James Morrison- The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore


James Morrison- Wonderful World


James Morrison- Valerie


James Morrison- NEW SONG*

James Morrison – Live & Loud KL ‘07

The acoustic night was awesome.

Okay, so something wonderful did happen in the last two weeks. I was wrong. Hee.

Yes, I was there. Seeing this Jamie-who performing acoustic among the crowd. At first, I had a hard time believing that it was going to happen. Live. In person, as in flesh. But there he was, Mr Morrison, appeared in his pale pink shirt, with that fine stubble outlining his face... looking all rugged and sweet… saying those selamat petang and apa khabar, in that sultry voice of his. Well, he sounded so English, yet so damn lovely. Alright, I’m describing a Fabio right now. Haha. But he was. No kidding.

So, he’d been saying terima kasi(h), thanking us over and over each time he finished a song. I bet he’d been practicing real hard to keep that in mind and get it right. Aww, poor guy. He sure knew how to move us ladies. Lol. Everyone was singing along most of the time and laughed whenever he said something funny, or rather tried to be funny. Well yea, he wasn’t that funny-funny kind of guy, though. He seemed too cute for that. You know, more like sweet-funny. And that was just about enough to win ALL the ladies over. Haha. Funny.

Well anyways, there would be no concert without screaming ladies. To be honest, really, that boy… ahem, yes, this boy, could actually cause major breakups. Haha. Pretty smooth talker for a shy guy. No. Let me reword that. A natural flirt. Yes. LOL. I’d been calling out for him a few times yeh. Like,

“ Hey curly!”

“ Lovin’ your hair!”

“…”

Aih. This is weak. This is not what I paid to say.

“I LOVE YOU, J!”

There I said it, amidst noise and silence.

Boy, was I fulfilled.

I lost counts just how many times I said those “I love yous” afterwards. It all sort of happened… naturally. Maybe I was in love. Sigh. It can’t be helped when you have a celebrity crush, alright. I can’t be helped, really.

So there. It was a great experience altogether. We were enjoying every minute and loving it. The crowd was fun and alive. A nice feeling, really. To be among the music lovers; and having your favourite singer, who was only about 2 metres(!) away from you- singing to YOU and for YOU only. Picture that. Hmm. But in the end, we were all there for one thing- to share the moment and have a good time, like it was the only thing that mattered most in life. Indeed.

“I’m not a talker. I’m a singer. More of a doer”, he deadpanned.

Kinky.


HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY AYONG!

r_L

Happy days to the me that am you!

Sounds like: Who Needs Shelter by Jason Mraz

I feel so old-fashioned. Lame, in a fashionable sort of way. Not bored. Just old-fashioned. I don’t know what gives nor do I care if it gives what it gives. I see no purpose in reasoning. Another time, it feels like I just want to go out in the sun and do whatever I like. No, not like a mad woman or anything. Nothing of the sort. It’s just that I need something interesting in life to happen but there’s none. Maybe next time I run into a neighbour, I should give him/her a high five and ask, how are you NOT doing? You know, just to see the reaction, otherwise. I know I might be excommunicated and all, but hey, I can live with that. Haha. I’m such a doofus.

Okay, so back to the blog, thanks everyone for your patience. I feel there’s a reason why I seldom blog these days. No, not excuses. Just one ultimate reason, god knows what. Maybe blogging has become more and more personal each time I try to write and post a few. Although I think it has been about that all along, but I don’t know. My life experiences told me that some things are better left unsaid, or written, in this sense…that those things are to be understood by me, only. I know it sounds selfish, and rather foolish for those who wonder why not? After all life is about sharing, and this is the purpose of blogging, I realize. But I can’t justify, really. As much as I love telling every bit of what’s going on and whatnot, I somehow feel the need to save some parts of the stories. The only thing that’s left for my own point of view. My property.

Well, I don’t ask to be understood because I don’t think I understand myself, either. Though it is a nice feeling to have someone understands just what you’re going on about. Yes, it is a nice feeling. No doubt. Until that happens, I think I’ll be more content than I am now. But I will place no hope in it. Even if there is a chance, who knows what I will do with it. Blow it? Push it away? Or not noticing it at all? I know I will be disappointed, either way. Gosh, I’m just it. Fickle, yet somewhat fixed.

Ahh, don’t you think this is more like “the other parts”, declassified?

Me-out.