Blame it on the rain!

*belated post*
It's 1.19am on Saturday the 28th of April and it's raining. I love the rain, it enthralls me and scares me shitless all at the same time. Enthralls me because it is all natural and powerful and scares me because it IS all natural and powerful. Rain can be forced, but thunder and lightning? Aha, that's a different story altogether. That my friends in 100% pure nature and by proxy... (dare I say it without inciting theological debates?) GOD.
Yes you heard me right the first time, I said GOD. Now, I do know that there is some scientific reason for thunder and lighting, but the source behind that science? Ladies and gentleman, meet God.
Which brings me to the point of this post. It is not just to declare that I believe in a higher power, because I so definitely do, it is to ponder on the origin of our being. To ask that age old question, 'Where do we come from?' which leads to 'Nature versus Nurture?'
Is who we are defined from the moment of our conception? From the moment Sir Sperm penetrates (in more ways that one! sorry lame joke.) Lady Egg? Does our DNA decide before our first breath, who we become?
Is a child who is brought up with an abundance of love guaranteed that he/she is going to live a perfect life as opposed to the 'crack baby' who is assumed to be destined for doom? I believe that we all have a choice. A choice to make something of ourselves, or to do nothing and blame it on happenstance.
Granted that choice is not always easy, and granted that sometimes we are not given the option of a choice, but there has to be SOMETHING we can do, No? Or am I just being a naive romantic? Definitely a point to ponder.
Back to the GOD topic. I know people, a few in fact who don't believe in God.. any God of any religion. How do you not believe in God when you see a newborn baby? Or how do you stand on the beach with the waves crashing around your ankles, watching the sun rise and not believe in some higher power? Do we take for granted the things we have and only start to regret what we don't when it's gone?
Too many questions with no definite answer in sight. *sigh* Maybe one day i'll have an epiphany and be able to answer all the questions of the Universe. But until then, I bid you adieu. If you get your epiphany before I do mine, give me a call

*I strongly reiterate the fact that these are just the wonderings of a loony tune ie. ME. In no way do I mean any disrespect to any one individual about their beliefs or lack thereof. I blame it on the rain, it makes me loopy!

A Kaleidoscope of Incidents

Composed on 26th April @ 2.29am
I don't blog because I want the world to know my life. I 'blog' because it gives me a creative outlet. I am a writer, its in my blood. Always has and always will be.
It truly doesn't bother me if 1 person or 100 persons reads what I have to say.
Moving swiftly along.. Got this sms a moment ago: "When you walk through a storm hold your head up high and don't be afraid of the blues. At the end of the storm there's a golden sky and the sweet silver song of a lark. Walk on through the rain walk on through the wind though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on walk on with hope in your hearts.. And you'll never walk alone, you'll never walk alone!" At this point I was all like AWWWW.. So sweet.. Then I read the last line. "Sing your hearts out tonight lads the whole world will be listening ." . . . . the bloody Liverpool song. Nice.
RANDOM NOTE: It seems like i've had lots of random notes these past couple of days. At least i'm not the Queen of Randomness. That's Miz.Munchkin.
BLONDE MOMENT: I called my best friend Nicole up in US to find out whether she's delivered my godchild yet.. Left a long voice message then hung up.. Then had to call back and leave a 2nd voice message because forget to tell her who it was. *sigh* apparently i'm a twit.

*updated at 12.33pm*
HEART FULL OF JOY MOMENT: Just got a message from Nicole and she's delivered my GODSON!!! I feel like a proud mama myself and Nikki if you're reading this, I'm so very proud of you. I love you with all my heart and take care of yourself and your little man. I'll be over as soon as I can to smother him a godma's love.

Name: Dino Isaac Lelis
Original estimated due date: April 27, 2007
Actual Birth date: April 22, 2007
Birth time: 7:35pm
Weight: 7lbs 8oz
Length: 20 inches


Baby Dino, barely 4 days old!


His beautiful beautiful mummy, my best friend!

Who let the dogs out?!

Composed on 25th April @ 2.05am
I've figured since i've been having a smidgen of brain freeze, any time a topic I want to blog about pops into my head i'm going to try my darndest to get quickly to my brandspankingnew PDA. It takes a little while longer to articulate my thoughts but its a whole lot better than knowing you forgot!!
RANDOM NOTE: For some gosh darn insane reason, the voice that's inside my head is talking in a super hardcore Southern accent!! ... ??
Saturday Night Live at Velvet Underground was good! . . . Right up until some drunken twerps (who by the way were at the table right next to us) decided to start a fight!! Thank all our lucky stars we had left the table for a little bit to go see what Miz.Anarchy was up to. Just as we were walking back to the table, we saw bunches of 'angry' looking dudes being led off by 'stressed' looking friends. MaryAnne, one of the Irish lasses we were with that night was walking pass us and told us not to go back to the table because a fight had broken out. She then proceeded to show Miz.Munchkin a tissue with blood which she was apparently sprayed with when the fight broke out!!!!
What is it with alcohol and brawling that seem to go hand in hand! SERIOUSLY?!? Do the persons involved not realise that there are innocent bystanders around? People who are just out to have a good time? Trust me, as one who inevitably seems to find herself right smack in the middle of random fights.. It's SOOOO not pretty.
RANDOM NOTE: I remember the first Kent rave they had at Mines, the one with the crap sound system but the rocking 'Tablamaniam'. There I was minding my own goddamned business, dancing like it was the end of the world, trying not to care that my ex-love was there with the skank he replaced me with, and I got a beer bottle hurled at my head! For fucks! From nowhere! Hmmm... On second thoughts.. I think the skank threw it. *grin*

The Dawn of a New Time

The time has come. Most people with tattoos usually have a story behind each inking. I am no different. Each tattoo of mine has a significant story behind each one. Now though, after careful consideration, I've decided to cover up one of my tattoos with a new one. The reason? Simple, that time and that thought is over and it's time to move on. To let go.

So goodbye Little Al, you've been with me for 8 years now. You've been the symbol of the first time I felt true love and when that love was lost, you served as a reminder that love is sometimes not eternal. You were the emblem of the minx that I am and the child that will always be inside of me. You have served me well but it's time to move on.

I'm a different person now, a little bit older, hopefully a little bit wiser. And i've decided to mark myself as a reminder of this state that I am in and the reasons behind it. It is not a tribute, it is simply my way.

With this decision, I have also decided something fairly important, well to me anyway. I am no longer going to settle for empty promises and one sided friendships. I have always been who I am and if i'm not important enough for you to keep the friendship with, then the friendship is not important enough for me to save. I have always been there for you and have asked nothing in return but your company and your friendship.

I've been there and have always been there. When you wake up and smell the Gucci Rush (my scent of choice fyi), i'll be here.. then again, maybe I won't. Only time or a psychic could say for sure..

For lack of anything..

I've been thinking alot about blogging the past couple of days. I've actually mentally written entire blog posts in my mind just as I'm drifting off the bed. But.. now that i'm here... I've got nothing...

blegh...

5 minutes later:
. . . still nothing

10 minutes:
bugger this.. i'm off.. I've not just got a mental block.. I've got a block the size of the Titanic.

Why settle?

It's quite unbelievable really how stupid love makes us. I recently caught up with a friend who in the span of the one week i hadn't seen her, hooked up with someone and is head over heels in lurrrvvee...

I'm happy for her, really I am.. It's just that when she told me the whole situation with him, it took everything I had to bite my tongue and hold my ascerbic retorts back. You see.. he's married.. AND with kids. They (as in the husband and wife) are apparently remaining married for the sake of the children. Oh and here's the thing, as and when Wife feels like, she goes over to crash the night. SERIOUSLY!??

Here we have a gorgeous, sweet, steady girl who in my opinion, has gone completely off her rocker. Doesn't this just sound like a supreme amount of 'settling'? She had hit a point in her life where not only did the internal biological clock start ticking, she was starting to worry that she'd end up serially single thus she was actively looking for a partner.

Is this a case of "I'll take the first decent guy who is not sexually deviant, not balding, doesn't have commitment issues, not a mama's boy that comes my way.."?

Women have learnt to settle. It's as plain and as unfortunately simple as that. Especially with the learning that the woman to man ration is 5:1, is it any wonder?

I've decided not to settle. No more thinking 'He will do". It's going to be all or nothing for me and that's that.

PHENOMENAL WOMAN by MAYA ANGELOU
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Note to self: Partying on Sunday.. NOT A GOOD IDEA!

I wonder if it’s better to blog when it’s fresh in your mind, even if it’s only a few lines OR when you’ve got a whole truckload of things to say? Hmm..

Feeling rather ‘chatty’ today. The mood to blog is running high so I’m just going to take advantage of it before it goes and then there’s nothing but silence.

This weekend was pretty decent.

McLaren Mercedes F1 Party @ Maison
Good chance to catch up with the girls. Weather was a little bit buggery but the company made up for it.


Kanye West After Party @ Velvet
For a Sunday night, the crowd was quite rocking! Would have sucked if we went all the way there and the party was not pumping, but thankfully it was!
I’ve got this picture to show, and I reckon HE aka Lewis Hamilton was the highlight for most of the female population at Velvet.

The Getaway

God has it already been a week ago that I was enjoying my little getaway to Cherating? *sigh* how time flies by.

First weekend of April we decided to take a break from the hustle and bustle and demands of KL and head over to Cherating. To cut a long story short, it was fantabulous. Good friends, good booze and good weather made for a lovely little holiday.

The one downside? Only I, Jessica Yong, Queen of ALL Drama Queens can develop some sort of weird allergy to sand fly bites. I mean, SERIOUSLY!?

Holiday + Sand fly allergy = 2 days leave and 4 days MC + chicken pox looking spots on legs

I would post pictures, but the two camera holders have been sorely slacking (kidding!) in the uploading department

To my holiday companions, the munchkin, the crab and the unkle.. Thank you for your friendship, your very different personalities, your sick sense of humor, your drinking prowess, your comfort and your time. You made it all worthwhile.

Love,
The Drama Queen Rabbit

When you look at me, what do you see?

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me, you would be here with me.
You want me, come find me.
Make up your mind.

Should've let you fall,
Lose it all,
So maybe you can remember yourself.

Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves,
And I'm sick of the lies,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me, you would be here with me.
You want me, come find me.
Make up your mind.

Couldn't take the blame,
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded,
You can't play the victim this time.
And you're too late.

So, don't cry to me.
If you loved me, you would be here with me.
You love me, come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you're sober,
You only want it 'cause it's over - it's over.

How could I have burned paradise.
How could I, you were never mine?

So, don't cry to me.
If you loved me, you would be here with me.
Don't lie to me, just get your things.
I've made up your mind.