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Just another WordPress.com weblogaccounts on the “Addie MS Music Odyssey” concert (or how to piss off famous people)
So on Saturday and Sunday I got home at 2 in the morning for the sake of 4 minutes of fame in this concert. And before the real deal, i was at the wrong stage exit and had to run all the way to the other end. Life has a sense of humor.
In addition to that there were several famous people; Nicholas Saputra, BCL, vidi, Afgan, Utha whats his name, Addie Ms + wife and kids, et cetera. So obviously all the mole people in Twilite Youth Orchestra, Twilite orchestra and chorus, such as myself were always trying to take pictures and get signatures, to a point when people started losing their manners. It’s comparable to a durian end-of-season sale at Carefour in Pluit, the celebrities being the durian in this metaphor.
By the way it took a lot of sweat, blood and tears to get those pictures.
Desperation level A (8 PM-9 PM)
Nicholas Saputra presented the show, the plan is to politely ask for a picture after he is done. We waited at the stage exit. But then we realized that after presenting he probably walked down to sit and watch the rest of the concert. The security guy told us to leave the stage exit (for reasons I will never willingly admit).
Afgan, Vidi and Kevin Aprillio are inside their dressing rooms.
Desperation level B (9 PM-10 PM)
After being so UNREASONABLY expelled from the stage exit we went to wait in front of Nicholas’ dressing room and wait for him to come back. HE DID. We swooped in and took a picture of us and a very sour faced Nicholas Saputra. We pissed him off.
Unfortunately, this success drove us to become more manic. We waited in front of Afgan and Vidi’s dressing room. Afgan came, we didn’t ask for permission and took a picture, which was blurry. We tried to call and ask for another picture, he pretended not to hear (jerk :o)
Vidi came we asked for a picture and he actually smiled. he was as patient as an angel, and was actually NOT PISSED at us 😀
Kevin Aprillio came and went, but my ‘photographer’ who was an UPH student felt it too embarassing to ask for a picture from her junior, since said celebrity was a music student at her faculty.
Desperation Level C (10 PM++)
We took a picture of the two of us on the wall, with a considerably tall yet unattractive male in a suit between us. We went home and photoshopped some hunky celebrity’s face on the guy.
Being annoying certainly pays 😀
Prince Paris, its nothing personal.
I am pro-life and a Christian; I am against slavery, child labor and polygamy.
I have teddy bears, a piggy bank and my house team is green.
I love milk, eat eggs and thank God for honey. I love beef steak and fried chicken. I have a fur jacket in my closet and more than the average amount of leather furniture in my house. I eat shark’s fin and bird phlegm soup. (somehow, the latter seems to make me the most evil person in the world.)
It is strange that people eat beef and chicken and wear leather, but are passionately against fur and shark’s fin. Why is it such an exponentially greater evil to kill a larger animal and an endangered one at that, than to flush a goldfish down the toilet/ When there’s a more profound corpse or a larger change to the world to remind us of what we’ve done, people seem to bow their heads in shame. (lest we remember) Then are PETA rallies against fur and chicken nuggets, deep down, driven by guilt and not love?
Sometimes, it can make me so angry to see all these people rallying for bees and yet everybody quiets down when it comes to issues like abortion and stem cell research, or even beat an emo kid day. Their hearts are in the wrong place, and sometimes, with people like those, I believe they’re more in love with the idea of having something to fight for than with the cause itself. (so people, save a cow, eat a vegan :D)
As for me, I confess. If my maids were gone and there’s nothing in the fridge and I’ve gone through two days without food, if it was a choice between my pet turtle or eating 100% organic cotton, I would throw Prince Paris (that’s his name) to the frying pan. I confess that my soul is willing, but the flesh is weak. As for the shark, its soul is endangered, but its flesh is very delicious.
I hope reincarnation is not true, because I think I’m coming back as a toilet brush. (or as Prince Paris)
weddings.
She wanted a white wedding.
She wanted white roses and a white tulle veil. She wanted white garlands decorating every corner of the church as she enters the room, beaming in her white wedding dress.
She wanted white birds fluttering in their cages as the table centerpiece, and waitresses in white matron dresses serving the guests.
She wanted him to be white; to be kind and pure and faithful. To be able to shelter and lift her away from the evil of the world. But he was grey and broken.
But the rain clouds came and as it poured down, the wet mud kissed the skirt of the table cloth and turned it brown. The birds had gone and her dress had turned grey on her skin.
And now that her heart was broken, his half and her half would make them one.
The Sea, the Sea
I remember the sky. But now, the sky is grey, the clouds are scars that have dug too deep, but it does not have to go away for the wound to heal. Under it is the sea stretched and crucified. In between the horizon, the white gulls fly like white flags waving from the crystalline sky. Once, we were young, little children bounding by the curly waves of the sea as clouds rolled by the horizon. Our toasted skin bashed against the contradictory coolness of the water and we, like idolaters pranced in the joyous sprinkles in an attempt to smother the imaginary flames on our sunburns. Then we would run, shirtless and godless across the beach. Let’s go back to where we can be shirtless and godless again. The sky might not be as clear, or the sea as blue as it was. The sun would not be as warm. But even all that would already be enough to make us free. I’ll hold your hand tight. Here, in the end of all things, you are mine. There was just the two of us and the rest of the world was a secret.
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