My third time visit! Last year in the news, there were a number of 30,000 visitors expected to attend. I wonder how many have turned up for this year’s event because the crowd was definitely MASSIVE!! compared to the year before.

Bon Odori (Bon dance), which is similar to Cheng Beng festival, is a Japanese Buddhist custom dated back 500 years ago and celebrated religiously in Japan. The festival is held to honor the departed spirits of one’s ancestors.

In Malaysia, Bon Odori is celebrated every year around mid-July (organized by Japan Club of Kuala Lumpur) in Selangor and Penang, where it serves as an informal cultural-exchange event between Malaysia and Japan. This festival includes a traditional dance circling around yagura, where drum performers are staged together with graceful dancers dressed in yukata.

A fun, sweaty, public event, no doubt. A heaven for avid photographers out there. But also a place where foods and drinks sold in cut-throat prices. Perhaps the only place where you get to see people dressed in pajamas and clubbing gears and goth costumes even, other than sleepover parties or places like Sungei Wang plaza. And all you get home free as a token of appreciation for attending the event is some sponsored plastic fan. Or two, depending how much you’re willing to beg the volunteers to get. Something tells me that I won’t be be attending this event every year for long. The hype is picking up.

Yagura

Yagura

Picnic evening

Yukata girls

Dusk break

Into the night

performers

crowd

I’m thinking… thinking… wanting… to kill off another blog again.

Happy Friday!

One of these days, I’m going to get myself a pretty white dress and a decent ring to worth a lifelong vow of ‘I do’. Someday when I’m ready, I’m going to get married with myself.

Huh.

Crazy, you think? Who would ever consider this absurd idea? I mean, why would anyone want to get tied on a life time commitment with themselves?

Have yourself asked the same question. Would you, someday maybe?

The other day I came across this article about self-marriage, and it had me enlightened about the idea. When I ask EP if she would, you know, given the option to get married with herself, she goes “… that charm (pity) meh? Get married with yourself??”

I asked LD the same question too, to which she question instead:

LD: So if you want to get married with someone else then, would that mean you have to divorce yourself off the marriage??

me: -_-”

Now, the concept of self-marriage is a little different from the basic principles of marriage we all know. It’s not about signing the papers and promise to devote your entire life to yourself. Not quite.

Far from acknowledging your social standing rooted in bachelorhood with a mere ring on your finger, self-marriage is a meaningful vow of union of your ‘then’ version and ‘now’, a connecting bridge of your being as an individual toward becoming a wholesome, full-fledged adult in terms of emotional maturity, both mentally and spiritually. The finality of soul-searching in you ends here in completion of yourself.

You can be both self-married and attached at the same time, an ideal option before deciding on a marriage with your significant other. You can be thriving in your middle-age, or a person recently divorced from marriage, who choose to renew yourself through self-marriage as well.

Some have unknowingly gone through self-marriage themselves too at some point of their lives. So, self-marriage is not literally about marrying yourself for life sake, and certainly not only meant for stereotyped singles.

I did a bit of reading on the subject elsewhere. Interesting to note how it shifted my perception on the purpose of marriage: One has to seek within themselves to feel whole in order to manage a fulfilling life, and not expecting to find them in their significant other through marriage.

Now I’m thinking, if the former is the case, would it mean that marriage won’t be necessary at all in the first place?

A bit of an unconventional concept yes, but if you think about it, the idea is not something out of this world at all. Didn’t they say, that in order to love someone else, you’ve got to love yourself first? Self-marriage makes a good preparation to condition oneself to the reality of life time commitment and the challenges to come, readying yourself to take on the next phase of life.

It’s a self-explanatory conviction of your ‘I do’s’, for better or worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, and with this ring, I me wed.

Perhaps in time, I will.

Cheesy title. At least it sounded better than the lame old ‘I’m back!’ or ‘I’m alive!’. After some time, the girl who stares at cactus has trouble getting back into the shwwing of things in the blogosphere.

Hence she decided what she does best. Youtube. Yael Naim. Talented French/Israeli singer/songwriter. She even did her own rendition on Britney Spears’ Toxic. That not really my cup of tea, but eh perhaps guys would find the song a turn-on? I dunno. Personally, I love her French take on Paris (click to listen) better. :-)

One of Yael Naim’s English songs titled New Soul was featured in the MacBook Air ad which, btw should explain that persistent déjà vu lalala ringing in your head. Can be quite addictive I tell u. So enjoy the video and have a good weekend.

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Every rose has its thorns. Cactus too. Except, the cactus would never be as good looking as the rose. So little cactus grew its own defense mechanism, with body shrouded with white fur-like coating, and underneath it lies a prickly sense of touch that says, BACKOFFyoubunchofhypocrites.’

And the cactus blossomed. My oh my. I suppose it wants to be as pretty as their buddy roses too after all, eh?

PhotobucketProbably the first time tonight (last night) in the last few months, I feel like I’m being my whole self again. Realized that old sarcastic ‘charm’ is still around where we left off a year ago, surprisingly. But I loved them to bits. Them being my good time friends. I might only have an overgrown bang for a change whereas others slide on the ride of transition fairly well, be it in their career or knowing how a near mid-20 aged lady should dress. But thanks for taking me in just the way I am. Thanks for the evening. Thanks for everything.

We shall do it again soon. Within another 5 years down the road maybe. By then I wonder, will I still keep this overgrown greasy bang on my head?

Have a fantastic weekend, everyone.

Oh, here’s something I’d like to share. Clay Aiken’s latest On my way here. Beautiful, beautiful song. Btw, has anyone seen his latest cover album? You should. Looks quite dashing (despite his proclaimed sexuality heh) and peter-pan like, in my opinion.

Click to listen.

If you’ve read Day-dreamer’s recent blog entry, you’re gonna find a similar entry here. Yep, we went to this charity steamboat dinner last night at Patrick Teoh’s Damansara Village Steamboat Restaurant. My first time, her first time, and I believe it was her friend YN’s first time too. Nice to meet you btw, hehe.

The very idea of this dinner that caught my attention was that every sen made during the business hours on that day itself, which is yesterday, will be channelled through the collection fund organized by a local newspaper, and subsequently be donated over to the cyclone/earthquake victims in Myanmar and China respectively. A very meaningful event, don’t you think?

Saw the invitation last minute on Suanie.net, and made an impromptu decision to ask DD if she’s free later that evening. She said yes! Cool. So, right after work, I drove to PJ (traffic after working hour on Fed Highway is surprisingly fairly smooth all the way) to pick up DD and new friend YN. Together, we head down to Kelana Jaya and quite easily found our way to the restaurant despite our first time around the area. (I’m sure you know how ‘keen’ my sense of direction is.)

On our way there, we were met by a pre-departure of Wesak parade where the floats decorated in elaborate decor waiting to take off by the road side.

Not many diners around when we arrived at the restaurant, probably because we’re early (around 7-ish pm). But as night falls, business started to pick up real fast and soon the atmosphere was buzzing with cheers among steamboat diners fishing for their dinner through the boiling hot pot of fresh seafood varieties. And when I say FRESH, it is! (hop over to DD’s blog for pictures). Spotted our local comedian Harith Iskandar with Maria Farida (if I’m not mistaken lah ha) dining a few tables away from us, and saw Patrick Teoh himself even heheh.

Our bill totalled up to just a little over RM100 (over RM30 per person). Not bad for contributing our bit for the charity, with reasonable price for such great food. The turnout and response of the night was very encouraging as well. Here’s hoping that the contribution we (and other fellow diners) made for the fund will be channelled for those in need as promised. ;)

On our way back from dinner, guess what, we bumped into the Wesak parade again! The procession took place right in front of us as we had to make a brief stop at one of the junctions around SS2 to allow the beautiful floats to cross over to the opposite road, accompanied by a huge crowd of Buddhist devotees on a candlelight vigil. Quite an ‘enlightening’ experience I must say; we just sat ourselves quietly and watch the ongoing procession until it was safe for us to move on.

PS: The video (of the Wesak parade) is probably not up on youtube yet, but here’s some of the pictures taken during the procession of the Wesak 2008 World Peace Procession organized by Nalanda Buddhist Society.

’til then, have yourself a blessed mid-week ahead.

My pride is a puffer fish;
I have spikes accounted for my naked ignorance,
and a big puff of self-conceited beliefs.
But when the liver is removed,
under the knife of a master chef,
my mere existence ended as a Fugu dish;
best served cold with a dip.

The end of my puffer fish.

It’s my life
It’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said
I did it my way
I just wanna live while I’m alive
It’s my life

Remember this Bon Jovi famous hit back in the early 2k? I remembered screaming my heart out loud to the lyrics in th MTV when I was younger during schooling days, together with my like-minded mates. Such is a heart-felt affirmation. Such is a calling for self-conquest of life. But I’ve been wondering a lot lately. Hmm.

Anyway. Do you know there are two versions of them? One was the original in hard rock, as we so often heard over the radio and their album.

And the other, an acoustic, mellowed version of it, with a bit of melancholic touch from the harp instrument in the opening. But the first different version I’ve heard was just the sound of electric guitars working quietly in the background, accompanied by soft humming tune from the piano. Either way, they kinda give away a slight chill when listening to the song. Like the wind on your shoulders before taking that leap of faith?

I’m simply bemused by the mechanism aspect of songs. You know, how different music arrangements applied can indirectly affect how we feel about the songs we’ve heard? Take a listen to them below and you’ll hear what I mean.

Click Bon Jovi - It’s my life
Click Bon Jovi - It’s my life (acoustic vers.)

So which one is your likely pick? :-)

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