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Once I lived in a castle made by italian marble, with thousands of maid to pamper me for every my needs, surrounded by enchanted forest with picturesque gardens and great lakes, under the protection of the great white clouds, decorated with flocks of virgin white pigeons. But those were the days and today I've changed. And this blog is a proof. And these entries are all about me : My Past, The Present and My Future.


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Pondan Terjah?!
Monday, February 11
Once upon a time, in a city call Kuala Lumpur, where about 1.5 millions of young singles reside and climbing the stair of success with all their might to be at the top of social caste. These singles were straight men, straight women and homosexual individual, discreet or not discreet - together fighting for the top position to be the very best among all. Along the journey many have lost their faith, main objectives and goals and also some of them can be considered as mentally ill due to this pressure. That is what we going to talk about in this entry!

Along the Jalan P.Ramlee, there is the mst fab gay club in town, call La Queen. Or most of friends would love to call it the La Ratu. Every Friday, all the fab, glamorous and well-known personality of the 3rd Gender world coming over and most of the ordinary guy would simply dying to be in that club every single Friday night. Just name it. And also, here is the place where you can exchange new gossips and update yourself with all the sinful details that you need!

Well, feeling tak intro meks?! LOL!! Kan? That is not me lorh!~ Neway, despite the witting is obviously not my style but all the fact written was definitely true kan?! Neway, meks nak talk about one big issue! Seyesly big. Oopps! Not big. It is damn HUGE - ENORMOUS!!!

"Does a person who really trying her/his best to achieve her/his goal can,
sooner or later, be declared as crazy / nut / insane / mentally ill?
"

(sekadar gambar hiasan - thanks to Viviana's myspace)

This entry was inspired by a tragedy (meks tak tau nak klasifikasi tragedy or drama or hiburan). This drag queen is one of my acquittance (yeah ... I would consider him as my acquittance). Pernah stay serumah ngan die bagai nie sumer. Dan meks also pernah menjadi saksi kepada transformasi dan betapa cekalnya hati die menempuh dugaan untuk menjadi cantik. Well, before this die ni macam a lil bit plump - ala ala Indian / Pakistani yang cantik. Need description ke u'ols? I don't so. I think mos of you have the image in your head by now. Neway, masa meks jadi roomate die dulu, meks sendiri nampak dengan mata meks, demi usaha die menjadi cantik, sanggup die makan roti 2 keping je sehari. Yess u'ols. Makan ittiew sajork and meks rasa it is worth it. Lepas tue dah kurus, menang sesaja. Hiks! Congrats.

But along the journey and when we are extremely obsess with our goal, we would take an unexpected turn and also put our personality and principles at the back seat, including taking designer drug to be perfect during a show, perhaps?! So after a few winning here and there, she take a decision to enter one of the beauty pageant in Blue Boy. And just before performance, under some advice (meks would considered it as dirty and nasty advice!), she took a few designer drugs / pills in order to boast up her confidence level and to ensure the performance would be perfect. But hey, fairy tales are only meant for storybook and the same thing applies.

As usual, masa perfomance would be all the friends aka supportes to sit at the very front to laugh at your performance, in a good way to show their support to you. (hanj tak?). Due to thi reason la kot, and also plus the heat from the lighting and all, she feel burn up and he just simply jump on her mak hayam and slap twice. heard rumours that slap is so damn powerful until the mak hayam bleed her fucking nose! And ada jugak cakap yang bunyi tamparan ittiew kuat sampai keluar dengar.Obviously such incident would leave everybody speechless. Victime remain no comment and my friend claim self unconscious as her defend.

Follow the incident, she become another mak hayam's protege. After another winning to the finalist, all of them went to La Queen to celebrate, where once again, my friend took a few drug pills and beer (that what i was told). Bad choice! End up, she slap her new mak hayam and another friend of mak hayam and claim self-unconscious as her defend once again. (tak basi pun reason tue kan?!).

So this incident would be a very good example for this issue, kan?! Do we need take all those things and stuff that could kill our glam and fabulousity? And since when you need to designer drugs in order to be beautiful on stage? Does all of tis became the new "susuk" and "minyak senyonyok" for the new millenium?

My personal view ewould be, yess!!! Through out the history we can have see that there is alot of cases that people do turn crazy when they are too concern bout something. In order word, they are FREAK! Obses on something is not a glamourous way to show yourself to public. Obviously if I meet a person who is nice and loving but yet a clean to the maxx until he is wering gloove, afraid of germs and bacteria - FREAK! Kan?! Freak is not cool, my love!

p/s : Next - SAG Red Carpet - Goddess Came Alive!

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Regards with love,

posted by Isis Natasha @ 18:05