My first ever rock concert

Yes, you heard me right. I went to a ROCK concert! 

Behold, Evanescence in da house!

At first, i thought to myself that even if its a rock concert, maybe I should just sit down and listen while the crowd can go crazy jumping up side down as they wish. 

Peter nearly dropped his jaw when I told him that. 

"Don't you know that there is only free standing in rock concert?"

Of course I don't know, if yes i wouldn't have wore my office attire (knee length tight fitting dress) with high heels to the concert. 

It was indeed an eye opener experience. Girls dressed up in Gothic style with heavy black eyeliner and fishnet stocking, while guys look totally punk. It made me felt even more out of place.

Anyway taking all that aside, for a rock concert, i must say that the atmosphere live up to its expectation, the whole house was on fire, the audience was shouting non stop, the band was beyond magnificent, and Amy, oh Amy, she sang with such a fiery passion which nearly burned down the house. She didn't miss a note, didn't lose her breath, perfect pitch, absolute performer.   

I love the moment when the prelude of "Bring me to life" played on air, the crowd just went insane. When it reached the chorus, everyone was singing in unison as though it was rehearsed for many many times before.  

Surprisingly, the one who caught 80% of my attention that night was the drummer. It was amazing seeing the way he lifted the drumstick over his head, dancing in circling motion as his hair flying fiercely all over the place. Now, i completely understand why rocker need the Rupenzel's long hair. It was simply the package. 

However, every coin has two side. The bad part of the experience was the SMELL and the SWEAT. The cigrate smell, the sweaty smell, and the heavy pungent musky body odor of groups of you-know-who people nearly sent me to hell. To make it worse, occasionally you'll get bumped skin-to-skin by some hairy SWEATY arms. It was so disgusting that made me wanna kick some balls on the spot itself.

Anyway, that pretty much sum up my first rock concert experience, would I go to another Rock concert in future, definitely yes, but is there any rock concert which provides seats?

Singing in my dream

This is a post about a very strange dream I had last night. It was so strange that I find it hard to put it in words. It defies any logical sense, yet the scenes were vividly clear stapled in my mind. 

I dreamt that I was a pilgrim, a wanderer. I was travelled with the flock of the same kind in the wilderness. We eat what the earth offers to us, we wear the modest piece of garment, we sleep on a mat underneath the wide open sky.

Have you ever sleep outside in the wild? Without a roof or tent. The velvety sky overhead, the twinkling little stars, the wide, dark and open horizon, it all reminds me of how small we human are in the grand scale of universe. All the senses were sharpened and elated with the realization, how the cool breeze caress the exposed skin, how the animals making their sounds from afar, every little sound becomes crystal clear. Its a peculiar feeling which worth everything to remember.

The nearest real life experience I can remember is when I was still 17. I was with a group of friends organizing youth camps across multiple districts in Sarawak during every single school holiday in that year. There was one night, after the whole day labour at the camp, we all lay down on a basket ball court and chit-chating the night away. Although many years has passed since that night, but I've always remember how magical the feeling we shared that night together sleeping under the stars.

In my dream, there was this scenes whereby I was looking at this man from afar. He was gifted with the tongue of angel. Wherever he goes, he was surrounded by many. People listen to him attentively as he speak with authority at the same time gentle as a child. In one instance, he turned his head and looked straight into my eyes. The glance made my heart skip a beat. But I don't know who he was and what's the story between us, I didn't dreamt long enough to find out. 

I remembered something bad happened, and everyone was asleep. I woke up and saw the bad guy (don't ask me why i know he is bad), but for some reason he couldn't hurt me. And then my mouth started to twitch uncontrollably, a beautiful note came out from the deepest part in me, a place where i didnt even know it existed. The notes forms melody, a song, which praise the Almighty. Then everyone woke up and listened to me, they were all mesmerised by the song, including the bad guy. He was weeping for some reason. But I continued to sing, and sing and sing, as if its the most important to do in my whole life. 

It was the second time in my life that I sang in my dream. I was in ecstasy. 

Then the alarm went off, and I woke up from my dream. Feeling weird from head to toe. 

Then i told Peter that I sang in my dream. With a constipated face, he told me that I was making some ghostly noise, or howling when i asleep last night, whatever it was, it was definitely not singing.

The end.  

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach

Do you ever see a photo of your love ones that perfectly represents exactly what they look like to you? That perfectly conveys the way you see them in real life?

This is one of those photos.

Doesn't he look very much "Peter" in the photo? 

I know, my husband is a simple person to please, he is happy as long as there is good food. However bear in mind as well that a hungry husband is an angry husband. So woman, work your way to his heart through his stomach!!

Anyway, cooking and baking is part of my routine now. In fact, i enjoy weekend baking so much that sometimes I rather stay in the kitchen the whole day because that's the only time in the week that I can spend long hours with my precious oven. 

This is a baked cheesecake with blueberries and strawberries. I love the hint of the cream cheese at the first bite of the cake. I've over baked the cake slightly as the texture was a bit crumble. However, it become much more solid and firm after refrigerated overnight. 

The vanilla muffins i baked last weekend. Not too sweet, zero butter, very light and filling. 

I also baked a chocolate pound cake layered with chocolate ganache and a coffee cream cheese layered with butter cake (couldnt find the photos) sometimes ago. I know thats damn lot of cheesecakes but i couldn't help it, cheesecakes are my favourite!

Anyway, I bought some remikin last week. Contemplating to try out panna cotta or creme brulee soon, will definitely post some photos ;)