Gag Reflex

I’ve always wondered what’s with people and puking upon the sight of something gross. For example, we were at this upperclass mamak in Bangsar, when two dudes went in and saw faeces in between two urinals! One dude ran out and threw up a bit. In a Jackie Chan movie, a gangster opens a body bag and throws up.

However, the most scary/gruesome of horror/action movies don’t make people throw up in cinemas, right?

Maybe it’s just me. I don’t feel like throwing up. I haven’t vomited in like 10 years or so. I haven’t gotten that wasted.

Maybe it’s my reaction. Personally I think it’s ridiculous that someone’s phone rings during the day, and it’s an unknown number, and he/she goes, “who the f*** is this?” Don’t they have friends who always run out of credit and borrow other friends’ phones?

Or, situations like these:

Me: So right, I was in Midvalley, taking the escalator down to the lower ground floor, when I saw James…
He/she: Who the f*** is James?

If he/she had been remotely patient, I could’ve finished the sentence and said that James was the classmate who I thought just flew away to Australia the day before.

BISI-DiGi-KLCC

Friday


Jenifer and I went to the Young KL Singers’ Beat It Sing It, and Tracy got us the best seats. Yes she did. Right behind her, so close we could see her sheet music and read who the composer was. 🙂

Saturday

I went for the DiGi Youth Forum in the morning; Jason invited me. There, we spotted Instant Cafe Theatre celebrities. Funny thing is, one of the people I couldn’t recognize was my facilitator.

They gave us free DiGi SIM packs! Thanks to them, my sister can live a normal urbanite teenage life with her newly acquired number. (I already have a number, remember?)


Then there was this posh, free lunch at Senja. Sweet.

Still, I only had half as much fun as I should have; I left halfway through to head to KLCC for an unofficial Xfresh gathering. I am but too lazy to annotate details, and so, I leave your attention spans to gorge on these pictures:


They say a boy with gadgets will attract attention. I say this picture is cute.


She has a secret identity: Elastigirl.


For once, I managed to take a picture, without flash, but using the flash of some other camera! Such tricks require the best of skill… or luck. Notice that the other cameraman’s hand is dark, so it couldn’t be my flash.

Dated Updates

I’ve been putting off a picture gallery blog posting for ages because of my lousy 9.6kbps-like Streamyx connection. The days will have dates:

Wednesday, 17th November 2004

I headed to Block E, HELP College again, for the Motley Fest. While having a teh tarik at a mamak in Bangsar, I called Jamie to ask if she was going. “Oh it’s in Block E? (Opens door.) Whoa! What is this?

I was there for the rock gig, as well as the HELP chicks. Yeah.

I wasn’t holding a digicam as professional as Joy‘s so I had to shoot from the top of my head. Literally. We sat too close to get a wide view, and by then, the auditorium was filled. Kevin of John’s Mistress said it was funny playing to a seated audience.


From above: John’s Mistress, Naked Breed and Prana. Prana sounded weird without the vocalist and deejay. 🙁


Check it out, the didgeridoo is miked (and plugged into an amp!)


As far as HELP celebrities go, there is the obligatory crazy off-center shot with Ayunami, the Linda Onn lookalike.

Saturday, 20th November 2004

Fazri and I took our time getting lost getting from Bandar Tun Razak STAR LRT to Aznin’s open house to One Utama and back to the LRT. I then headed to Le Bernardin for Shelley Leong‘s Songwriters Avenue.


From left: Kevin, Zal and Khai (Justin Guber?) Here, Kevin was Broken Scar. I had never seen Zal alone on guitar; her voice was, well, excellent and was one of the reasons Cosmic Funk Express was deserving of that spot in Rock The World 5. Khai sang his Ballad Of Justin Guber, and it explained just who Justin was. Zal finished with an invitation to jam in the key of E. Khai’s rock solo on an acoustic was cool.

The songwriters played in round-robin fashion, meaning they took turns to play one song each.


From left, going downwards: Max and some dude, some dude, some dude, some dude, some dude, Ahmad the dude, Jerral the Shelley guitarist dude, the dude who I bump into often and the organizer herself, and Shelley with the beautiful guitar one could win from buying her CD. Imagine! The fretboard could extend till the bridge since there was no soundhole below the strings!

Meanwhile, in the office, some of us broke the 4-year-old chairs:

Once you’ve sat down, you wouldn’t want to get up.

Due to the lack of chairs, we had to pack off some stuff staff.

Saturday, 27th November 2004

YK, Tech and I went to Bintang Walk in search of Transformers. He ended up getting the Dead End Alternator (the Japanese Binaltech equivalent wasn’t worth it, even though it was die-cast, as the car didn’t have a shiny finish.)

We then headed to Great Eastern Mall. So much for greatness; I hadn’t seen such a small shopping mall in a long time. It was even smaller than say Ampang Park, supposedly one of the first shopping malls to have been built in Malaysia. At Alexis Bar, Tracy was already sitting in her reserved table, and most tables were reserved so YK and I went up to Chicken Rice Shop to have dinner. We knew 9pm was late, as the lights were off already!

Are you guys still open?
Oh sorry lah blackout.

As we walked away from the counter, the electricity came back on.

By the time we got back to Alexis for Pete Teo‘s songwriter’s round, Alda and Debbie had to sit on bar stools! For most of us rockers, it was awkward to be in such a classy place.

How unlikely it was that Warmpaw would come as well, so I could follow her back. 🙂


From left: Az, Melina (of Tempered Mental), Eugene Ng (a Chinese singer), Roslan “jaga pitching” Aziz and Mukhlis (the songwriter for Zainal Abidin’s Hijau – no wonder he sounded like him!)

Again, it was in round-robin fashion. Az added comic effort in songs like “Lagu Royalti Belum Datang“, ending his song with “oh there’s the postman!” I bought his Acoustic Gestures album that night. Look for me in the credits!

Melina was excellent, and her voice projected clearly and strongly that night. She played Tempered Mental compositions on solo guitar, complete with all the progressive fills! Sure, the bass and guitar solos weren’t there, but it was cool to hear the song in your head, expect the riff, and see her play it! (Khoo, the guitarist, was for my first time ever seen with an acoustic guitar, but he didn’t play.)

Eugene Ng reminded me of John Mayer somewhat as the girls fell for him. Mukhlis crooned and played lead fills on guitar, with Roslan as merely a rhythm guitarist.

That’s all, folks. May your connection be fast and consistent.

Still Pretty Muddled

(name hidden) says:
eh u got take SPM meh??
I’m done with SPM. Now can I have my life back? says:
of course la! otherwise how to masuk college?
(name hidden) says:
u form 5 this year ah?
I’m done with SPM. Now can I have my life back? says:
i form 5 in 2000 la brother
(name hidden) says:
??
(name hidden) says:
then u take SPM again?
(name hidden) says:
what for??
I’m done with SPM. Now can I have my life back? says:
no, i only took it once
(name hidden) says:
ooh
(name hidden) says:
well
(name hidden) says:
i gtg now
(name hidden) says:
ciaoz
I’m done with SPM. Now can I have my life back? says:
ciao

I’ll be darned if he who shall not be named reads this. I’m having fun with my technically-correct MSN nickname. 🙂

Wednesday Afternoon

They played Maroon 5 – Sunday Morning on Channel V. Great. Now they’re gonna overplay it and I’m going to hate hearing it again and again from my colleagues’ speakers. (His playlist is just one mix Top 40 CD.)

Why, dammit, why? That was my favorite Jamiroquai-revival song off their CD! Smashpop would play it, and we would roll our chairs around the office, posing like top hat man Jay Kay in Virtual Insanity!

Soon, everyone is going to change their MSN nicknames and blog titles to lyrics from that song. Gah.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate Maroon 5 – Harder To Breathe was them playing backing for *NSYNC, so I wasn’t impressed then, but This Love (and the album) convinced me that funk and Stevie Wonder R&B still exists.

I Queue

Albert's 135 IQ score

Click on the image to take the test. Don’t steal my GIF file mmkay.

It’s a bit different from the real thing I took a while back; while it is Advanced Progressive Matrices, this one has patterns that don’t just go by row and column. The real thing also only has 5 answers while this has 8. The passing mark here is 148, not 130. The deviation may also differ from the Malaysian one. I can’t remember my Add Maths (A2 was a fluke I swear!)

To some of you, I am not the smartest, and I admit that. Or maybe the great formulas have already been invented.

The site also says that the Intelligence Quotient is 100 X Mental Age / Physical Age. Since the site doesn’t ask for your age, I assume it does not take into account my youth. Therefore, my mental age is 135 X 21 / 100 = 28.35!

In The Road

One day when I am old and rich, I shall buy a road. Yes, a tar-coated road. Where my grandchildren can run and play in the middle of the road. If anyone asks if it’s their grandfather’s road, they’d say yes.

In The Club

So there I was, bumming around KLCC, waiting for my friend to call, as I had invites for the MTV Asia Awards 2005 nomination party at 7:30pm, Zouk.

She called at 8:30pm, just as I settled into an Osim iSqueez chair in Isetan. I walked out Mandarin Oriental side, turning left. It wasn’t till I saw *Orange that I realized that I was seriously off track. I ended up in Ampang Park, taking the LRT to Dang Wangi and walking past Saloma to Zouk.

By then it was 9pm, and a queue had formed; the table where one would present invites was closed. I bumped into the guy from Sony who gave me the accursed double pass; he couldn’t get me in. I called somebody who worked in another club; she came out of Zouk and couldn’t get me in either.

Fortunately, the winner (that’s a direct pun for those who know) came out and snuck me in. Two other guys were told that it was closed already, and they reached into their wallets. I kept quiet and got stamped. That was majorly cool.

Apparently the winner danced on stage, did the worm, and she won a trip to Bangkok to watch the MTV Asia Awards 2005! Of course, it was a single ticket; the other ticket would go to the guy who won with her. Yes, a complete stranger.

Sure, I missed all that, getting lost and all, but imagine if I didn’t… if I came on time, or if anything else was different, she might not have gotten the chance to get on stage and show her stuff!

Laggy Sagi

You are 80% Sagittarius

I don’t believe in astrology, but I am convinced that there is a certain individualistic, independent, free-spirited wackiness in Sagittarians. However, I do know of one Sagittarian who is so normal, so boring… The only thing that matches is that she is happy-go-lucky.

She must be lying about her birthdate. “Oh I know some cool people who are Sagittarians… I shall tell people I am one. If they check my identity card, I’ll say I was misled, complete with my blurrest expression!

December 19th (hint hint) is Sagittarian season, right?