Pardon my bombast this time around; I was inspired.<\/p>\n
Hoopla<\/i> with the PUTRA LRT where I got to Kelana Jaya three times trying to get a seat.<\/p>\n
Interstellar galactica<\/i> with the Incubus press conference. They’re not much taller than the average Malaysian! Brandon Boyd<\/i> the legendary hot one looked skinny and stoned, like his SCIENCE days, with snowcap and hair that promised to burst into dreadlocks soon. Mike<\/i> was the wit, while Brandon<\/i> was doing his usual dodgy answer like “Megalomaniac was just about somebody I had something strong against. While it became interpreted as an anti-Bush song, we like how it has taken a life of its own.<\/i>” He was also asked about songs they hated to play again! “Oh you’ve heard this 5 million times over so let’s play it again!<\/i>”<\/p>\n
We went back to check on the chick queue at the Xfresh TV<\/a> second season audition. As we were about to leave, Syefri<\/a> and I found out the hard way that our office digicam had the sucky stamina of its predecessor. (No brand shall be named.) And so, he left, and I waited around for the restaminizing<\/i> of a branded digicam that was so shamelessly unable to show its battery life until it was dying.<\/p>\n On the bus there, I wrote a list of people I expected to see there. I saw all except Brian<\/a> and one of my colleagues, Marlina. As I paid a cab handsomely, running down with prizes in hand for contest winners (what a bulk!) I got stopped by the many likes of a pitiful friend-supposed-to-sell-tickets-not-here Jay<\/a>, the midriff-baring aunty Ledwina<\/a>, the funky Priya, the clingy Cara (and Xfresh TV<\/a> host) and many more faces that arouse familiarity. Then came the sardine simulation session! We were already sweaty then.<\/p>\n Thank goodness for media passes. I got a free Hulk ice-cream of questionable flavor. Oh, the view! Urbanite rock-educated chicks! A (mid)riff for a riff!<\/p>\n The place was huge. It was, after all, the Bukit Kiara Equestrian Club<\/b>. It had high roofs, enough to ventilate without any traces of horse manure. The floor had hollow wooden panels; I didn’t know if it was a platform. The sides were giant cement stairs with plastic bucket seats stuck on.<\/p>\n Pop Shuvit<\/b> started as the first act, and somebody (face not seen) was being carried out, probably a victim of air or lack thereof. Wow. At least I knew, from above, meeting Aznin, that the platform was sturdy enough to avoid bringing a footstomping crowd to their premanure<\/i> death.<\/p>\n OAG<\/b> was next, pronouncing “you all want to see Inchoobers?<\/i>” to Dide<\/a>‘s amusement. I stepped out for dinner. At 9:00pm, OAG<\/b> was done. A bald dude stepped on stage. Was that Ben Kenney<\/i>? Apparently not; it was a sound engineer.<\/p>\n The time from 9:30pm to 11:30pm shall be spared from this blog and saved for an article later! (I was very impressed by some things I didn’t know the band could do, and their flow from song to song was excellent!) Aye, they did not play Drive<\/b>. (Scroll up for quote.)<\/p>\n Of course, I’d note the things I wouldn’t write there, like how I was tired of being a headbanging lamppost to Syefri and Aznin and decided to walk about to find people I knew. I found Jayaram (another Xfresh TV<\/a> host), but he vanished during the ambient drawn-out jazzy solo of Sick Sad Little World<\/b> (that was technically the last song).<\/p>\n