Many Thanks

Hey all, to those who read my post, thank you !! *applause applause* you know who you are !!

To those who read my post AND clicked on the widget, an even BIGGER thank you !! *applause x 4* you know who YOU are !!

We’ve managed to get the researchers to sit down for a good solid 30 minutes !

I know it may not seem as big as I’m making it to be but hey, Rome wasn’t built in one day right ? So spread the word about the post, spread it to your friends, family, your colleagues, boss, I don’t care who, your dog, caterer, maid, flight attendant, body guard, driver, just spread spread spread !! People out there need to know about cancer awareness as cancer is the top number one killer in the world today !! It doesn’t care who you are, it is not biased and it could be after you !!

So our next goal is to get the researches to park their butts on the chair for a good solid ONE HOUR !! Can we do that people ? YES WE CAN !!

Long term goal is to get them to park their butts and don’t get up until they find a damn cure >_>

God bless, people !!

Over and out

A Promise Fulfilled

Okay, so I did overshoot my timing by a….well not little but, lets just give it to me at face value, I kept my promise alright ? So here’s a new post =D

Well, let me introduce you to the single most important woman in my life (when the wife comes into the picture she’ll be the next one so hold your horses ladies, there’s plenty of me to go around !! =D haha I’m kidding). She gave my life, live, education, strength, hope, happiness, moral values, virtues, goals, advice, money, clothes, great food, a sense of well being, safety, security, clarity of thought, spiritual guidance, spiritual growth, encouragement, constructive criticism, fun and so much more.

Hey guys, this is my mom =)

God rest her soul

Hard to believe that one woman could have such an impact in my life eh ?

Hard to believe that just about 2 months back, she was still around with me, hard to believe that she was there with me last christmas, hard to believe that no matter how hard times where, there was always a present under the tree, a cake on every birthday, food on the table, someone to talk to, hard to believe that she was the one who put me through college, hard to believe that she was the one who put me through high-school, the one who held my hand when it was my first day in primary, kindergarten, the one who held my hand the moment I was born, happy I made it out healthy and strong.

Last Christmas and the Last Christmas together

Hard to believe, that she’s now gone…

Margaret George Phillips, passed away on the 23rd of July 2009.

In her sleep.

With a smile on her face.

Despite the pain that she went through, despite feeling every inch of her body and mind wasting away, confined to the hospital bed knowing that there was nothing she could do about it even if she didn’t want her son to see her like that. She still kept fighting.

She wanted a catholic burial but her “lawfully legal husband” wouldn’t grant her that one last wish. As her son, I did the best I could, I brought the priest to give her her last rites. Despite her aching body and wasted mind due to the morphine, she was smiling for a good hour, this was the day before she died.

The priest said “she’s holding on to something, people in this stage would normally have let go” and I knew why.

My mother was the really overbearing and protective mother, she did give me my freedom but with restrictions, she would never bear to see her son in any difficult situation whatsoever, she would never leave her son, she would never want to leave him alone no matter how hard it would be.

Being a God fearing person, she too believed that when the Good Lord calls you by name, regardless what you’re doing, what position you’re in, it’s time for you to go home. And that was her time. The only person I know who managed to fight God for a good couple of days, just to stay alive for her son.

The single most painful moment of my life was not losing her, really, it was my duty as her son, to tell her to go and move on. It was about 4.45pm in the evening, the sun was still shining outside when I sat down by her bed, bent close to her so she could hear me and whispered into her ear “mom, don’t worry about me, I’m fine, I’m 19, you’ve done so much and even more for me, you’ve equipped me with the tools to take care of myself, mom, you’ve gotten your dream, to watch your son grow up into a fine young man, mom, please don’t hold on, everyone has agreed to look out for me so you wont have to worry your pretty little head, mom, I love you very much, so please, you’ve never listened to your son once right ? So just this once, please listen, and let go”

Correction, that wasn’t the most painful part, the most painful part was watching her, unable to speak, shake her head and frown, although she couldn’t speak coherently anymore, I knew she said “no son, I can’t leave you alone, you’re just a baby, you’re still my baby, who’s going to take care of you” trust me, as her son, I know what she said.

If you don’t know what I mean, ever had those moments with your mother, where you seem to be able to know what she was thinking ? That’s the bond a mother and her child has.

My mother passed away the next day, robbed of her spirit, body, dignity and all by a single being called cancer.

So if you feel for me, please click on the widget in the top right hand corner that says “Stand Up To Cancer”, support my cause, support me in my fight against the being that took my mothers life, and many other lives out there as well. Just by clicking it you fund the research to finding a cure for cancer, no matter how small and insignificant this step may be but big things come in small packages.

Cancer robs not only that one person of his or her life but the life of others who are around that person, their worlds will come crashing down, just like how mine did, I’m trying to cope and pick myself up, my mother wouldn’t want me to fall.

She would have wanted her son to do something like this, help her by helping others, she loved to help people, and has always wanted to do missionary work, and worked hard to cure herself so she could be an inspiration to other affected people out there. Although that didn’t come true, I’m taking this one more step further, by supporting this cause in hopes that a cure for cancer will be found. And that many people out there, when they say bye, they would get to say hello to each other again the next day, and Christmas will be a little less lonely and a little less sad. So please support my cause, and all those causes out there aimed at getting rid to cancer once and for all.

This post is dedicated to my mother, and for those who knew her, their sister, aunt, and very much close and loved friend.

Mom, I love you very much and you’ll always be missed.

God bless and rest the soul of Margaret George Phillips.

This was her favourite Psalm.

Psalm 23

The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not want, He makes me lie down in green pastures, He leads me beside still waters, He restores my soul, and I shall walk in the path of righteousness for His namesake, yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil for Thou are with me, Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me, Thou prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies, Thou anoint my head with oil, my cup runneth over, surely His goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the house of the Living God now and forever.

Amen

Blog Re-test

Testin, testing, 1, 2, 3.

Alright, wow, now this is new… Well not exactly new, man, its been a year plus since i blogged clocking this to be my SECOND ever POST !! *applause applause*

Okay fine, I’ll start blogging again, I used to have another blog but I think it got lost in the ever expanding virtual space that we manage to access every now and then, my, my, what a wonder. And what a waste too, my older blog was pretty good, but anyways, can’t do much about it now really, so I’ll just bring back from the dead (for over a year) my old blog (which is this one), but sorry folks, no fancy spells or ancient magic to revive the dead, just only a few mouse clicks, some keyboard typing and a loquacious mind oughtta do the trick, you should try it too, good way to rant, rave an write whatever it is you want to write !!

So, this is just a test post, I’m currently somewhere where blogging is not that appropriate (nope not in some country with massive red tape and ridiculous laws where you can only sms at bus stands or blog every 13th hour or so) but I shant reveal where, I think most of my friends would know actually. But never the less !! This blog WILL be updated by TONIGHT !!  Or in the EVENING or sometime before 12am TODAY !!

So keep your eyes peeled peeps, and your mice at the ready.

Over and Out !

Taylor’s Dance Arena

Now I know it’s been quite awhile now since the competition but I’ve finally stopped procrastinating and gotten myself a blog and I shall let this memory of that eventful night become my first ever recorded post.

I had to rush all the way from Setiawangsa to Taylor’s for ExplosionOST’s final dance practice’s as on that day was the day of the competition itself. Rumored to be bigger than the previous competition, with about 12 to 13 teams competing, I could feel the adrenaline rise up as I took the train back toBangsar to fetch my car.

While driving, I could feel my nerves beginning to wreck me slowly, I mean come on, the event being hyped up like mad and with a frigging huge load of crews taking part, our chances of winning I felt would diminish decrease. However I just reminded myself, it was all in the good spirit of fun, after all, it’s not like we do this everyday.

Upon arrival, I headed straight to the dancing studio, for a short practice before we headed for lunch. To my demise, Eugene tells me that his shoe broke. GENE !!! After lunch then we had to rush all over the place (not too far actually) to find a cobbler to mend Eugene’s shoe. So finding one, me and Angie decided we’d go looking for those white “puppet” gloves. We had to walk some far distances, over hills and plains, traversing many forests, climbing to the highest peaks of many mountains, crossing many vigoured current rivers, avoid many man-eating beasts, and spend many nights in different towns or else camping out in the cold dark wood all the way from one end of the row of shop-houses to the other end, i think it was something like what, 5 rows ? To keep ourselves occupied we resorted to singing that weird part from the song Church (Step Up 2), go listen to it, you’ll know what I mean, it’s fun to sing along with a friend and it’ll refuse to get out of your head. After all that we did find ONE (1) [satu] [ichi] [ee] hardware shop and gave it a try. To our luck and blessing from God, we managed to find our gloves. So we bought what we needed and rushed back to Eugene.

Now I need to mention that the cobbler was quite deft, he needs his praise here too. Not only did he manage to fix Eugene’s shoe, he added reinforced mithril plating along with stainless heat tampered steel core rivets followed by the cover of dragon skin extra threading to his shoes (yup, both) so that when Eugene glides, those pair of shoes will never ever break again. He even wished us luck that we’d win the competition. Such a nice chap. Thank you Uncle Cobbler, if you read this you’d know who you are !!

Now it was back to practice, a good solid 3 hours of practice. Practice, practice, practice and practice. We didn’t care how tired we were, we just wanted to get everything down pat and well. And we did. Kudos to all from ExplosionOST !!

After changing, we had a short rehearsal session and back to the waiting rooms where we were then told to finalize our lighting. And then, the wait… You could tell from the look not only by the crew’s faces but everyone’s faces that the adrenaline was finally getting to them and it was making everyone (except those not taking part) sick to their stomachs.

Finally, the first three teams were called. First up were the Hazard Minors followed by Zero Degree Celsius and finally, yes, yours truly, ExplosionOST.

All I can say we gave it our best shot, we actually felt that we had a chance of winning. Alas, it was not to come to pass as when the results were out in 3rd place was 2 Left Feet, 2nd was Dua Coopang and finally 1st was Cookie Monsters. Well you can blame us for being disappointed, we all, not only our crew i think every crew wanted this badly. But we had a fun night, and continued dancing the night away. Kudos to those who organized all this, ya’ll did a great job !!

With that said, I still have a bone or two to pick.

Firstly, the judges (names with-held for the fear of getting my ass kicked in legal action taken against this post and/or the poster). I mean come on, they could at least have gotten more professional people to judge this right ? You couldn’t even tell whether those judges were even professional or not !! Their English was horrendous !! They couldn’t even string a proper 5 worded sentence together without breaking every grammatical rule available !! And plus they don’t even look up to caliber as judges, they looked like any ordinary small time dance school instructors out there (not that I have anything against small time dance school instructors it’s just that their English was too horrible, the inventors of this beautiful language were probably rolling around in their graves that night). At least like the previous competition I attended, they actually got professional talent scouts and dancing coaches to rate our performances.

The second bone I’m about to pick would be to those dance crews who were not up to caliber. This is one thing I’ll have to agree with the judges. Their comments to some of the crews who performed literally shot them out of the sky. Please, for those who actually want to take part in a dancing competition, please be serious about it. Don’t come up with fancy and cool names but in the end have nothing to show for it. I’ll be kind and hold their names back, there were crews who emphasized on just being sexy in hopes of wooing the crowd and judges but I was quite turned off by the whole thing. Another crew who did the same thing had break-dancers to try and save their performances (despite their “amazing” repertoire as an all female dance crew who so happened to have performed at many club openings) sucked, yes really bad !! Yes sex and sexy-ness sells but thats in Hollywood and this is Malaysia, further more it’s a dance competition, even if you wanted the dance to look sexy at least give it more energy and have better choreography for it, don’t just shake your a** and slap it with a towel and then swing that bloody towel in the air. Please, music and dance was created to give people relief from the worldly problems and for people to have fun and cheer, not psychological trauma !! And what part of DANCE COMPETITION do you people don’t get ? It’s for DANCE not rapping or beatboxing, and even if you wanted to beatbox, please, do it properly, I’ve heard better.

That was about all the bones I want to pick, my heart is at peace now.

All in all it was a fun night and I’m sure, psychological trauma or not, everyone had fun and enjoyed themselves.

Over and Out

-Aris-