chaka chaka

did my blog get so fucking boring?

work has been hectic. timelines have been totally fucked up. yet this week has been a nice one.

there was a dinner (after a long, torturous drive) at tamarind springs. yummy!

there was the surprise appearance of a new, old Nikon FE2. omg!

and last, but not least, there was my first kancil award. :) bronze in website category. yay!

i curi this photo from tiff.

update: i heard i acted like a complete drunken hooligan douchebag. to everyone who had the misfortune to interact with me that night, i’m so fucking sorry.

i experienced some road rage last night around midnight. maybe “rage” is too strong a word, perhapds it was more of road ire.

anyway, i was turning into my regular petrol station, waiting at the cross-junction for someone who, typical of about 80% of malaysian drivers, didn’t signal.

dah la lambat.

so, in the privacy and happy bubble of my car, i muttered, “fucking bitchass”.

after i turned, i saw him reversing his kancil and following me to the station. mmm. looking for trouble ni.

i bought my dunhills, all the while keeping an eye on his car in the counter reflection.

of course he wanted to know what i said. i was pretty astounded.

me (thinking): you actually lip-read “fucking bitchass”?

so, i told him to sod off nicely. i’m such a big girl now. all calmed the fuck down, and besides, captain bala said to not go looking for trouble.

LIES. I WANTED TO KICK HIS CAR. I WANTED TO PEPPER SPRAY HIS FACE. I HOPE HE GETS SYPHILIS IN THE FUCKING FACE. I HOPE HIS BLUE KANCIL CAX3069 THAT HASN’T BEEN WASHED FOR TWO YEARS WILL SPIT HIM OUT INTO A PIT OF ANGRY RACOONS.

my beloved whoopeewee is at the car hospital till the end of the week after i attempted a suicidal hairpin drift.

some indian call man in his selipar buruk and pajamas was on the scene in 5 minutes, forcing me to wave the perodua auto assist booklet around in the car like a tourette’s patient.

was so stunned, i called mr. music to ask him… who to call.

broke an axle, blew [another] rim and of course the tyre has gone back to the rubber plantation in the sky.

repairs have dented my wallet, but i’m surprisingly more upset that my baby got injured. yeah, i’ve developed an emotional attachment to my car. sue me.

al and i were a bit apprehensive about the gig (read: mosh pit) and feeling every bit of our quarter century.

got wolf and headed to the now defunct ruums aka KL Live. wolf being the old man that he is decided to sit outside with the other cynical old-timers while we went in. what the fuck!

me: if juan wasn’t here, you’d let us go in ourselves?
wolf (lying through his teeth): of course not.

we invited baby along as well, but she only goes to sweat fests when they’re at the beach. at night. with DJs.

there were a few more hardcore bands in the lineup preceding NUFAN, and it occurred to me that the headliners might have a tough time keeping the energy up. yeah, right. as if.

they only came up at around 7ish and the 30 minute soundcheck had made everyone a little antsy. energy to the max with the first song – chasing rainbows.

it’s not like we actively decided at any one point to jump in the fray. the bloody circle just sort of extended itself and before you knew it we were in the most pit. someone or something hit me in the face and i was licking blood from inside my mouth. of course it only got me all excited (sicko). al did a 180-turn from “i don’t want to die” to “wheeeeee”. juan and i had to keep chasing her around.

memorable moments:

• guy at the door stopping the band and the band showing him their band passes and saying “we’re the band.” EPIC FAIL.
• having some guy hook around my left ankle and do a kung-fu trip
• some random idiot stage-diving and putting juan into a chokehold
• juan’s face as he was being put in a chokehold
• sections of the crowd parting for al kecik kecik! *all move back*
• this chick stage-diving twice with some some really uber last minute flip. salute.
• the crowd shouting and shoving everyone away from some unfortunate soul who plunged head-first into the ground (they lifted him away. so sweet.)
• NUFAN singing “since you’ve been gone” and ending it with “fuck kelly clarkson! i fucked her in the ass!”

all in all, the fucking set was way too short plus for some reason i managed to miss “life size mirror” wtf.

methinks they were checking out the 5-star cook from india. juan with his “falallee” digicam.

al and i are tired. and hungry. and covered in other people’s sweat. woohooo!

the only video i managed to take.

No Use For A Name (fondly known as NUFAN) will be playing at ruums, kl this sunday.

al and i (and hopefully wolf won’t ffk) will be trotting down, in all probability around 3-4pm. sorry la, i have no idea who the opening acts are and i don’t want to get kicked in the face before watching the headlining act. have gotten a bit auntie over the past year and am a little scared of getting trampled on. during the nofx gig in 2007, i threw myself into the mosh pit and i still remember some nice guys fishing me out and propping me up. i wonder if that will happen again this time. :D

yeah, long time no sweat fest! o, how i long for some nice protective shoes.

<3

ma: your brother’s orientation is tomorrow.
just: oooh. what time is it?
ma: it says “9am-5pm” so what time should we be there?
just: err, the whole day?
ma: oh, not any time between 9-5?
just: no la! whole day.
ma: ok ok. do i have to be there with him?
just: ya, ma. cos it’s his kindergarten orientation.

ma: i have to make a stop at XY bank to check my balance.
just: why don’t you get a maybank account then you can check it online. pay bills online. bla bla bla.
ma: you working for maybank isit?
just: no la. easier mah. pay phone bill, electricity bill, credit card bill. you can do everything.
ma (very pleased with herself): but cannot bank-in cheque online right?
just: …
ma (still very syiok sendiri): cannot right?

i have not been able to wrap my head around why everyone finds getting their hair washed in a salon so enjoyable.

up till 2 seconds ago, this person existed only as a reflection in the mirror or a shadow in the corner of your eye. suddenly you’re both in an intimate albeit temporary relationship.

fingers are being run over your scalp. soothing strokes worked on your temples. tiny little caresses flutter over your neck. and suddenly it’s over and you just can’t bring yourself to look that someone in the eye. what? not even an introduction or a kiss goodbye?

anyhoo. i snuck off to peek-a-boo, hereby ending my self-imposed haircut celibacy (approximately 3 months), and now i have ‘good girl’ hair, which is left very much up to your interpretation of ‘good’.

blew my front passenger tire flying down the kota damansara underpass. but the kepong bak kut teh made up for it.

yippie & dawn > WH’s shitty taste buds

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