Normalcy

I smell something.
What scent can it be?
Searching.
Oh, a scent of normalcy, which i kiss goodbye to last Friday night.
A scent that my normal living routine furnishes, boosts of, and vibrates strongly with.
It is not that sort of scent which permeates though my hostel. Not the scent of air stagnancy due in large part to the poor ventilation of my room. Nor it is the scene that exudes from the stockings that lie on the floor mat which flanks my hostel door.
 It is a subtle mixture of everything, as a whole.
As the convivial interlude comes to its full-stop, it made its pregnant appearance, slowly, gradually, securing of its inevitability.
To some, allegedly, it comes in a freaking loom, coming to realize how fast the seconds of holiday have slipped through from every single event that allows them to take a ditch from their daily regimes.  


I get a hunch over something.
What totem can it be?
Thinking.
Oh, a harbinger that heralds the not-so-pleasant comeback of the boring routine, and the responsibility that pins with it.
It is not really obvious to sight, to touch and to the innate instinctive reception, but profound as for its significance.
It actually signals our obligation to, again, lift up the onus, the responsibility which we had left it over a ephemeral period from where it was left.
In the other words, without the responsibility knowingly rested on our shoulders, we are going nowhere.


I feel something.
What feeling can it be?
It is a feeling of tiredness, of the kind which you will normally find before you gird up your loin to brace yourself for the inevitable, but not after a short, empowering rest.
Life is basically inevitable, alongside the sweetness, sourness, bitterness and spice that comprise it.
To be investigative, they are just external stimuli over which we got little, if not completely no control.




Again, I smell something.
Now, what is it?
It is the smell of my room, following the picture materialized within my current captivity which i reflexively address it as my room.
It hits me, just as i laid my fingers on the keyboard, eyes on the screen of the laptop which overlooked one laid-back corner of my room, aforementioned.
It is like nothing had happened before, or just that i was too tired to recall how had my life been over the pass one week.
With my dear house mates barging in, smirking, teasing around, the smell had never been stronger.

But, somewhere deep inside my heart core, left something which i subconsciously hold dear to.
Something like, a rather vague memory, yet a happy one, about how i had spent my one and only 2012 Chinese new year with my endearing family over a joyful week..

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Evening Interlude

Speaking from a person who had just come back from Yamaha Music Concert, namely 'Evening Interlude'. This is the very first one-of-its-kind show, presented by Yamaha School branched Malaysia, which is open to public domain, extending the power of musical wonders to commoners like us, like me. And it is rather perspicuous in a couple of ways; the chaos on stage filling the interludes between items, well-dressed performers clad in splendid night gowns dragging the probes, the chairs and the instruments, one of the emcees slightly shaking in her feet, etc.

Anyway, these are no objects if the show is seen from a greater scheme. The show really blew me away in an enchanted blast, with spelled semibreves, crotchets, and quivers filling the air, pampering my ear drum. The locale is really spectacular in its own way, in a way that is beyond words; it happens to take place in Malaysia Tourism Center which is normally teemed with melees of excited foreigners; and now we became part of them, mostly if not totally foreign to the Tiger's Mother's culture.  It is located in KLCC and KL Twin Tower's vicinity, where you can oversee the breathe-taking night scenery of the duos just one step outside the performing hall. My aunt was certainly awestruck by the scenery which is usually less than attractive to the locals, meaning Malaysians, let alone KL citizens.

Heartiest credits to my cousin sister, who is pursuing a musical diploma in Yamaha School and hence performing in the show too, owing this opportunity that comes with free tickets to her. This is the very first enjoyment of grand-sized orchestra performance of my life, though i had been rather spending my entire high-school stint with the school core orchestra members. The stage were good, the settings were good, the lighting were good, the musical tools were good, most importantly, the performers were really really excellent. They certainly did a great job in fascinating us throughout the show, keeping us hooked, and shoving our excitement to the ne plus ultra, smoothly. The juxtaposition of contemporary musics and classic pieces, the multi-tasking of the professional performers, and of course their listlessness in presenting the best of them one item after another. Their love for music was clearly unfolded in the reflexive, subconscious gestures of their arms, their legs and their heads, eyes closed, frenetic fingers on the keys or strings on full gear, silky hair snaking elegantly alongside with the flux as the music went.

A wonderful evening, tinctured with wonderful performances.

And of course, another event of epiphany for me. 

Delighted. 

=)

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