Sweet Charity

So the husband and I were at the concert of what is the best Malay rock band in the region. Singapore-born and bred. The root of all the other rock bands. It was an extremely fun concert to watch. I was hoping there was a mosh pit where we could scream like crazy teenagers but alas, it was held at the respectable Esplanade and everyone was too well-behaved and considerate. But the guys on stage rocked it anyways and we sang along.

The beauty of the band and frontman Ramli Sarip - besides their talent - is in the songs. Their songs are not always about love and broken relationships. They write and sing about politics, current affairs and most times, about God. And the husband and I as life-long tasauf students, found deep meaning in the lyrics of their song. Amazing that they've included the concept of One-ness and Great-ness in a music genre that is often associated to many vice.

And then of course, there is that killer drummer that the husband has proclaimed is as good, if not better, than Deep Purple's drummer. I bet if I saw him on the streets of Singapore, I would not recognise this man as the man pounding that drum set with perfect timing and rhythm. He is bald, wears glasses and looks well, ordinary. But behind the drums, he's phenomenal.

It was certainly a night to remember.

A wonderful weekend was had

The weekend started nicely for the husband and I with Farhana's gorgeous wedding. Her tap dancing friends put up a couple of very nice dance items and great speeches from friends and family members. And yes, I did cry, although I was careful not to ruin my mascara - got to get me some of them waterproof mascara!

Saturday afternoon was spent with my parents. My dad had a minor eye surgery and was recuperating at home. We left my parents' at about 4-ish in the pouring rain to attend the husband's annual rugby game. There were some interesting conversations in the car on the way there, which included me reminding the husband he is out-of-form to be playing competitively, and him reminding me that this was a friendly match.

In any case, he played, and his team won. And now he's paying for it with bruises and aching muscles. I don't want to say "I told you so" but I think he got that message anyways.

Sunday night was nice. The husband got us tickets to watch m-pact, an a cappella group and I went to my first a cappella concert ever. It was quite fun. We were amazed at the group's performance - it was such perfect harmony with the different tones and range. I never thought the human vocal chords could be so flexible.

Tomorrow, I'm off to New York for a short business trip; back on Saturday. And Sunday night we are double dating with the Bhutias. We'll be catching Whose Line Is It Anyway. Can't wait!