Beyonce's Concert Cancelled Amid Muslim Protest

From US Magazine
Beyoncé Knowles’ Kuala Lumpur concert scheduled to take place November 1 has been cancelled following protests by local Muslim groups.

Kuala Lumpur-based concert promoter Pineapple Concerts issued a statement Friday announcing the cancellation -- without giving a reason -- of what would have been the Beyoncé’s Malaysian debut performance.

A ministry official says Pineapple had not applied for a licence to hold the concert. Industry sources tell Billboard magazine that Pineapple did not apply for a license because Beyoncé, 26, refused to comply with the dress code.

According to the rules introduced by the Ministry of Culture, Arts and Heritage in 2005 there must be no hugging or kissing audience members or fellow artists, no jumping or shouting, no throwing objects onstage or at the audience and no foul language.

Clothes cannot have obscene or drug-related images or messages, and female performers must show no skin from the tops of their chests to their knees.

Many Muslim groups, including the 10,000-member National Union of Malaysian Muslim Students, had urged the Ministry of Culture, Arts and Heritage to cancel Beyoncé’s concert.

Singer Gwen Stefani was also forced to tone down her act for her Aug. 21 sold-out show at Putra Stadium after the National Union of Malaysian Muslim Students said her "revealing" outfits clashed with Islamic values.

Stefani compromised by wearing jackets over her tops and leotards underneath her skirts and dresses.

In a pre-concert press conference, Stefani said she made a "major sacrifice" in complying with the dress-code guidelines, and added that it was the first time in her 20-year career she had been criticized for the way she dressed.

How completely embarrassing. Can I not admit that I live in Malaysia?

No jumping?!
No Shouting?!
What the Fuck?!

Why don't we just officially put out a statement telling all International Artistes to not even BOTHER planning to come to Malaysia.

Female performers must show no skin from the tops of their chests to their knees. I know! Why don't we design standard issue potato sacks as costumes?! Because heaven forbid the Malaysian man see a little bit of skin! They'll go out and rape and pillage and *gasp* it will be all our fault!!

Imagined scene:
M'sian Man: "Oh my God that International Artiste is showing her belly button. That small little indent in her body so so sexy I just want to fill it up with daging rendang and eat from it. *shivers with delight whilst licking lips* I'm overcome with the insane urge to go and rape my neighbors daughter. Damn you Internatinal Artiste from robbing me of logical thinking just by showing my your belly button!!

I am completely, unabashedly disgusted. WooHoo to you Ministry of Arts, Culture and Heritage for determining that we Malaysians are so stupid that we will be influenced by a little bit of skin, therefore completely corrupting us and the following generations for the rest of our lives. While I'm at it, I need to go to the loo, since I'm being treated like a child, could you please wash me?

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Betrayal..

Intentions were declared.. you said go for it as you weren't interested..

But behind my back, you encourage you reciprocate..

I'm out, i'm not playing this game..

Congratulations.. I will never look at you the same way again..

I'm so Hiiiiiiiiiiigggggghhhhhhh

Well, over these past couple of days I've come to a startling conclusion about me-self. And because I can't think of an appropriate word to describe it, the closest I could come up with is Adrenaline Junkie.

Now my friends, before you get all indignant about me using that phrase seeing as how I'm one of the biggest scaredy-cats alive, untwist your knickers/boxers/tighty whities and let me explain.

I'm not using this phrase in the 'kill yourselves' activities like bungee jumping, rock climbing etc etc way. I'm using it in a slightly more broader and perhaps inappopriate way.

For example, please note my list below for easier understanding of ME.

I get high on falling in love..

I get high on meeting new people..

I get high on stepping outside my comfort zone..

I get high on knowing I'm loved..

I get high on sex..

I get high on friendship..

I get high on family..

I get high on physical contact..

I get high on crying..

I get high on fighting..

I could go on but it's getting alot harder to explain. I wonder, what do you guys get high on?

The Dawn

As you can see.. I've got a new template.. It wasn't by choice mind you.. Yesterday, suddenly Avril messaged me because my blog template went cuckoo and for some reason I COULDN'T restore so I thought just maybe, it was a sign from the universe to make a change. Yes I know i know, drama drama again but HELLO! my blog name IS Drama Queen Alert. Sheesh! Give a drama queen a break already.

Anyhoo, it took me AGES to find a template I like and I finally settled on this one. Let me tell you why, the name of the template was Angel. Can you see the wreath of flowers that symbolise a halo? Well what I especially liked was the apparent halo, and at the same time she's dressed all sexy and she's holding a knife that's dripping with blood. I thought it sybolised me quite well actually.

I may look like an evil old bitch but i'm actually quite angelic. Really! Stop laughing. I mean it. Seriously. Ah screw you. Pfft *sticks tongue out*

R.I.P Luciano Pavarotti

Legendary opera singer Luciano Pavarotti died early this morning at the age of 71. He had been battling pancreatic cancer since 2006. His manager Terri Robson said in a statement: "The Maestro fought a long, tough battle against the pancreatic cancer which eventually took his life. In fitting with the approach that characterized his life and work, he remained positive until finally succumbing to the last stages of his illness." Stolen from The Superficial

I remember growing up with Pavarotti as a child as my grandfather loved him. Its sad really, he was not only a opera great he was a fantastic personality. Sad sad..

Senget Escapades

*sigh* Last week Tuesday the 28th of August I arrived home from a fabulous, splendulous, gorgeous, stupendous etc etc holiday in Redang. Now.. i'm burnt and peeling and desperately longing for the beach..

*double sigh* This trip was definitely the best thing I've done in a llllooooonnnnggggg time.. It was incredible the amount of things that happened in the few days we were together..

New friendships were strenghtened, old friendships were 'rebonded', new poses were created, new opinions were discovered, old phobia's were conquered and that's not even the half of it.

I've met an incredible amount of great people and I'm honoured to call them my friends. To the Sengets, LOVE YOU LONG TIME! I can't wait for our next trip..