Written by lainie at 11:07 PM on December 1, 2005.

I had two hours of sleep last night, so I was probably talking a whole shitload of smack today. I still am. I felt like I wasn't really me, but rather, just a talking head on some column / pedestal, being moved around and placed somewhere. Where I sat, I didn't move much again.

Yknow, it's so fucked up but I come on time for class and it doesn't start till more than an hour later because NONE of my classmates, or my lecturer really, were there yet. Saw a lot of psychedelic poster art for class. Mr Teh said we have to be high or under the influence of something like LSD to figure out what all those words say, but everytime he changed slides, each poster's message just POPPED out at me. Bibi asked me if I was high after a while, cause I could read them easily while the others were just squinting at the posters.

I'm not sure if it was just me, or that I was so sleepy. But yeah. I was SO in touch with the psychedelia art. Maybe I'm a natural born hippie. Woot.

After that bummed around talking with some classmates while waiting for Bernice's class to start. I can't even remember what I said, my god. I remember reading my classmate Farid's rap song - he wrote his assignment in that format, clever boy, and loving it because it was so funny. It was very "A Thousand Clowns", so when he told me it was meant to be more Eminem, I said er....Oh.

Creative Writing class. I felt like such a bad friend, oh goodness. Character monologues, I based mine on a problem one of my close friends has, and I felt like I was being a complete traitorous friend and my voice started breaking as I read it because I felt like I had no right to be saying those words. That's not my story! It isn't! As I read I had images of me having tied her up, exposed her to the world like some exhibit for my assignment.

Not pretty. I thought it was just my sleep deprivation, but turns out I still feel a bit weirded out now, after a nap. Like I should just call her and apologise 2000 times or something. Also, my voice is pretty much gone for today. Throat hurts, quavery granny voice. I don't really drink water see, so it's a problem.

But yeah, some classmates did some bloody fucking personal monologues (very few of them sounded like character monologues, as I understand it anyway). There are way too many people fucked up out there, makes you want to grab random people and yell FIX YOURSELF! Some were quite heart-tugging, though I must say something really distracted the hell outta me halfway through class.

No I'm not saying what . Could have been because I was easy to distract at that point anyway, I felt like I was floating away because I was so, fucking, sleepy. Air conditioning with rain outside doesn't help either, I'll tell you now.

Went for KLCC with 3 classmates after, because of the rain and traffic jams would have been horrendous anyway so cabbies would think it's actually appropriate for them to charge you the sky for a short journey.

Talked about people in college, who swings both ways, who didn't, who should, who's hot and who we'd boink. Farid and I had a few contention points there, so while two girls probably got creeped out, we stated our bragging "what ifs" and "I wills". The girls said "go Team Lainie!" probably on the basis that I'm much creepier.

Isn't it nice to know which side of your personality shines when you're sleep deprived? Finally I couldn't take it anymore and cabbed it home. I fell asleep inside quite a few times, without even realising it. Bah. Came home, napped almost two hours and now here I am.

Mmmm, this post doesn't make sense and I do apologise. MUAH!

Written by lainie at 01:44 PM on December 2, 2005 in Rants, Daily Life.

CLARIFICATIONS: Music For World AIDS Day info.

Sungei Wang 5pm. La Bodega 8pm.

La Bodega is part of some 16 day thing Jerome Kugan organised for White Ribbon Day. The Rhapsody is not playing at La Bodega on that night after all, but there will be many other cool acts and since it's a White Ribbon Day thing it explains why there'll be so many women performing.

Okay? Got that? Sunday, 5pm Sungei Wang, 8pm La Bodega KL. It's very simple.

And you nerds that complain that you never do anything with the local music scene because you DON'T KNOW WHAT'S HAPPENING are just asking for a smack on the head if you're reading this post.

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Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam.
I have a catapult. Give me all the money, or I will fling an enormous rock at your head.

Non curo. Si metrum non habet, non est poema.
I don't care. If it doesn't rhyme, it isn't a poem.

Heh. Clowns. Handy Latin Phrases, anyone?

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My stomach is not behaving itself, so I'm stuck at home eating instant porridge. It's actually pretty disgustingly gooky stuff, believe me, but I'm just hoping it's good for my tummy (I'm basing this on the other two alternatives: My cooking, or the mamak food outside. Well there's always not eating, but never mind).

I didn't go to college today - let's just say the toilets are in a separate building, I'm a slow runner, and the results might be a bit too nasty, even for me. God I hope Meifei doesn't hate me for missing her classes.

I actually messaged a few classmates to ask if Latif was in class, then I could email him my assignments (which, yes, are complete), and he could show it to my lecturer. He brings a laptop to college, see. But no one replied. Ah me. Woe.

I just realised that my arsy classmates scheduled a replacement class for yesterday, with James, and NONE of them showed up. Jesus, that was so mean, I felt heaps bad for James - the one person from class who was in college was me, and I had Creative Writing class at that hour sooo.....Wow.

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Look at what silly American politicians have to resort to, why, you'd never, ever ever ever get that problem in Malaysia. Well. Unless you're the opposition, anyway. I'm so glad we don't have to do anything as silly in this country, aren't you?

[ Ps: you probably shouldn't take that list too seriously. Actually, does anyone take what American politicians say seriously anymore? I mean, unless it's something along the lines of pre-emptive actions, we's gonna get your country! then yeah. ]

In other politicky news, Dr Mahathir wins.....believe it or not, a HUMAN RIGHTS AWARD!!!

Actually, I thought it was a hoax when I got the sms, I even laughed and rolled my eyes at the sick sense of humour.....but it's yeohmygod for real.
Of course, you can't blame me for being slightly disbelieving, since even he said "I didn't expect to be chosen". Well you, and I gather about a few other people. Not many. Maybe 6.

See, our fiery brimstone newspapers of course generously left out certain parts of Dr M's history that will probably raise eyebrows, proving that we do not want to be an inconvenience at all. Docile lil lambs, all of us.

Why, I should be a reporter, if reporting the news means not saying a lot of stuff. I don't know enough to fill up a newspaper, therefore I am fantastic journalism material. Think about it. The less I have to say, the better a chance I have to work for The Star.

[ Apologies in advance to my friends who do work for The Star, not for WHAT I said, but that I actually said it - but you guys had it coming anyway. Actually, I'm not even that sorry. Yes yes I know you guys won't wanna lose your license. So, okay, I just wasted your time on a non-apology. Whoops. Not even much of a whoops at that. Okay I'll stop now. ]

I Should Also shut up soon, huh? Cause shutting up is good, sometimes. Maybe not right, but It's Sometimes A HELL lot healthier for your comfort zone if you don't talk about some stuff. After all, if we shoot our mouths off on a certain topic and It's Sensitve And might start riots then you're just being a nasty lil unpatriotic citizen.

Ya. I'm so subtle, I know. Mmphmm.
Baa. Baaa. Watch me line up for my milkshake.

Isn't it strange how there aren't any posts brimming with patriotic pride that our previous Prime Minister won the award? I mean. Hmm. Maybe they haven't read the news yet.

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So I was reading this blog entry: Sexy Childrens' Attire (which I hope is a satirical writings site).

Hmm. Okay, I don't see the point in dressing up kids sexily. Frankly, I don't even see the point in having kids, so you might wanna think for yourself if you're gonna read what I have to say.

If I was a mom, I wouldn't do it. It's that simple. I wouldn't put my daughter in sexy clothes, for very sad reasons.

Doesn't anyone else think it's sad that we have to resort to messages to women like:

don't wear skimpy clothings and try your able best not to look "sluttish"
don't walk around alone at night
stay at home so you don't attract gossip
don't walk down alleys alone.
keep your drink safe when you go clubbing
don't invite men into your house when you're alone
don't dance too provocatively
teasing can make a man lose control
too much make-up is slutty
don't be promiscuous (and this is a catchall phrase that includes befriending too many guys or going on dates with too many boys, this all being a very subjective amount and highly dependent on how easily you get on someone's nerves)

I mean. It's just so FUCKING SAD. Granted, walking around alone is asking for trouble from quite a few criminals, but still. And there are reasons behind some of these messages, solid ones at that, but but but

It just gets on my nerves that it implies that women have control over someone's "rape button". I can imagine a ROBBER waiting for anyone unfortunate enough to walk by to be dragged into an alley. But a rapist?

What, if all the girls that pass by are dressed in normal t-shirts and jeans, they stay safe? Should they try to look vaguely unpretty while they're at it? He will only pounce on someone who looks like she walked out of a James Bond movie?

[ For sake of simplicity, can we leave out the whole female-rapist thing? ]

Like, the appropriate perfume and red dress, a lil strut in stilletto heels near one of the alleys in Bangsar, might just be that lil push that a man needs to go psycho and go completely brainless.

WHY? Why can't the message be, you fuckers, I don't give a SHIT what SHE is doing, just don't RAPE anyone because it's not your GODDAMN FUCKING RIGHT. And look what the poor girls have to do because of IDIOTS like you!

I once heard some guy friends (we were hanging out at a mamak together) bitch about this girl we knew, who was crossing from a car park to college - and don't guys bitch so well sometimes?

Anyways, it started with "look at her", and because she was very popular, but also aloof, and pretty much seemed out of their league, the nasty lil gossip started.

I heard she slept with this guy. I heard she played off two friends against each other. She's bitchy lah, damn muka sombong. She thinks she's so hot, pleaselah, I know some girls way hotter lah. Look at what she's wearing, what a slut. Bimbo lah, look at her hair.

Then what ran my blood cold was the following "Yeah, she's just asking to be raped, what does she expect man". All the while ogling her as she crossed the road.

And what's worse, the other guys agreed, with their laughing and one hi-five to boot. I'm not saying they'll rape her because she's wearing sexy clothes (not even that revealing, actually, she just happened to have the kinda bod that would look good in a lot of things other girls wouldn't get noticed in). Far as I could tell, it was all talk. I didn't feel like I was in danger just sitting there and being biologically female.

[ Perhaps because I was dressed in my ratty pajamas with holes here and there. A tad revealing, but nowhere near sexy. Maybe I should have started running away in terror if I was wearing Madonna cone bras. ]

You can just imagine how some super dumbass is gonna behave like a sleazy jerk and do that whole "Corner girl in a bar, because she's asking for it anyway", based on the non-logic of "she got my attention, so she must want the attention in the first place" and later on still be able to laugh it off with his buddies after he's been warded off by a now very disgusted, slightly violated and very angry girl.

I say that because I have been that girl, and so have most girls I know.

Just some dumbass. But there's one in every club who thinks it's okay. So what do we do? We take the ol' "don't be alone" message, club in groups, and bring along our boyfriends and "brothers" so they can stand around looking tall, decidedly male, and ward off jerks.

Yeesh.

I spoke up and said "I don't think she should expect to be raped just cause of what she's wearing". And it's sad that it's not the only conversation where I've said something along those lines. The usual awkward pause, then one of the guys said in this very reasonable tone (that still grates my nerves till this day) "Well, no of course you're right, but it's not like we would have done it".

BUT, it's okay for them to say it? Hmm.

And it's because of mentality like this, that if I had a daughter, I would be afraid to dress her up in anything that may one day qualify as "sexy". Because if I'm a mother, I'd have more than enough people and things to worry about without having to add on judgmental minds and sickos that might just think it's okay to violate her based on what she's wearing.

And by think, I mean something like the mamak sessions where someone says stuff like "she's asking to be raped, look at what she's wearing, and no one speaks up, so they all laugh, and he goes home thinking that saying it is a little bit more okay than it was before. Because by think, I really mean, he didn't. And worse, next time he might be the first to say it to make the guys laugh.

Don't even get me STARTED on girls who say the same thing.

That being said, I do wish people would stop putting their young girls in high heels. Isn't it bad for their backs? Not to mention those crazy parents that put them in those cringe-worthy karaoke type of competitions. Bah. Until the day I am deaf, I will always resent any show (especially those in shopping malls) involving children and singing.

And people wonder why I don't want kids. People who don't know me well anyway. My friends rather prefer the idea of me not popping out more mini-Lainies into the world, and frankly, I have no desire to raise a lil child terror since there's a 50% chance she might turn out like me.

I appreciate being a brunette, if ya get what I mean.

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So. That's just a spontaneous opinion. Don't just latch on to mine. Form your own.

Written by lainie at 07:17 PM on December 2, 2005 in Daily Life.

Came home, and found to my dismay that one of the dogs had chewed off the top of my SprayMount can. Nooooooooooooo! Fuck, is there something they put in art stationery that not only entices art students, but house pets as well? They eat my spraymount, ruler, ASSIGNMENTS, pens, pencils, paper supply. Gah.

Destroying my spraymount is like...I don't know. Scratching your boyfriend's car, the one he's still paying for by instalments.

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Briefly met up with Nessa just now - she just took a bus down from Ipoh. She's off to India tomorrow. Lucky arse has the TIME because Form 4 classes are over for the year.

She's been rather interested in doing hotel management after she graduates, so she's going to work for her friend's uncle who owns a few restaurants and a hotel there, gain some experience, to see if she's cut out for the life.

Good on her, most everyone I knew didn't have a career in mind at 16, much less did anything about it. In a sense, that's way cooler than saying "Hey, I go clubbing underaged and smoke pot" or whatever the fuck, yknow? And worse yet, actually be defined by it. Jesus, any idiot can wear eyeliner and do something illegal. Just go to Bangsar and see all the underaged school kids.

While I was walking there, the usual barrage of obnoxious cabbies invaded my privacy by stepping into my path to ask if I wanted a taxi. You'd think after seeing me shoot down five in a row, they'd get the message.

But no.

This tall, fat guy - and by fat I mean his stomach alone is bigger than..hmm. He has more fried chicken in his stomach than KFC does at any one hour. "Taxi?". Shook my head, and stepped aside. He continued something like "Taxi?Taxi? Oi amoi lu punya tetek susu sangat besar lah" .

[ Girl your tits( milk-tits? tits-milk? mammary glands?) are huge lah ]

At which I think I seriously intimidated him because I immediately whirled around, glared him down as I mentally decided not to argue in Malay because I'm too bad at that language to convey exactly how far down his throat I wanted to push his balls.

WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Taxi? I tanya you mau taxi?
NO. WHAT. DID. YOU. SAY.
Taxi? Uh. Mau taxi?
DID YOU THINK I COULDN'T HEAR YOU?

[ No reply. I think he's stunned ]

DID YOU THINK I WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND?

[ Still no reply. People are watching us now. I mean. SAY SOMETHING ASSHOLE. Say, I'm sorry I was a jerk, yknow, your tits are big, but I didn't have to say it, or just say SOMETHING don't waste my time. In fact, give me more to attack you with. ]

I HEARD YOU. I can bloody REPORT you for harassment!

[ The idiot is standing right in front of his taxi with license plate number. Oh, my god, the level of his stupidy is astounding. He kept quiet, with this d'oh look on his face. FUCKING ARGUE BACK FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU! My god, did you even understand what I said? ]

You know what? FUCK YOU.

Silence. He was definitely quite stunned by then. I seriously considered kicking him in the balls, but the police car was just in front, and sadly enough, while I was angry, I didn't even have enough anger momentum to do it and honestly call it an impulsive decision - probably cause he didn't add any stupid replies to me. And I do need a temper build up to kick a guy in the balls, either that, or I need to get violent and start attacking straight away, which is a trait I'm trying to keep under control.

[ Mostly because the last time I watched someone with a temper like mine lose it, she looked so psycho I didn't want to repeat the same. Also, if I get too angry I start crying, and that's damaging my reputation *flips hair* ]

It's actually annoying sometimes because it just makes me want to lose my temper all out, which is why I don't appreciate situations like this that provoke me and make me more aware of the fact that I'd love to get psycho and claw someone's eyes out after making sure they can never have children.

Then I very loudly called him a bitch. Stood there and waited. Stared at him to see if he'd dare say anything, challenging, which he didn't so. He just continued looking stunned. My god, has no one yelled at you for being an idiot before? All that posturing and YOU HAVE NO BALLS? Don't fucking waste my time, asshole.

I walked away. I mean. He's like 6 feet tall and he just got majorly pwned by a girl who can't carry her college bag without complaining about the weight. Pwned. In front of his cabbie friends. And snickering passerbys. What's the use of hurting someone's ego if there's no one around to see?

I don't know what he said or did to redeem himself after I walked off, but it doesn't change the fact that he got pwned. Hah. Seriously, don't think you're so great just cause you can catcall or make those smoochie sounds as you walk by a girl. No one's impressed. No one's impressed that you don't give a shit either. There is, in fact, nothing impressive at all about being proud that you are a loser.

I hope he doesn't do it again any time soon.

I'm aware that one day my bad temper combined with willingness to confront people (or flip them off), strangers or not, will probably get me into trouble. But my god, I was just SO pissed off. I can't help my temper flaring up. It's like a she-witch with a mind of it's own. This is a very different temper from the type where I can't find an object. This one, I actually forgot about the moment I walked away, I was also humming Reza's song, I think (because it's been stuck in my head). I only remembered again after I sat down with a drink and messaged Nessa to tell her where I was. If I can't find something, I stay stressed out and pissy the rest of the day.

And I've been told I look like I'm too polite to lose my temper. Well, jesus, that's about as far as my patience stretches, really.
So every once in a while, some asshole decides to take advantage of that and raise my blood pressure (and voice levels). *Sigh*.


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Mmm, I've put up a version of my assignment online: Enslavement Document. It's a brochure that doubles up as an S&M contract between a Dominant and Submissive.

I must say I used the Bible on this one, and not in the nicest way, so exercise some caution if you might get offended. And don't mind the yellow I use on the typeface, it's that hideous hue because the colour comes out just right when I print it out.

What can I say about this exercise......hmm. Well, I learned how to kern quite a fair bit, though it could do with more work, at least now I can just take one look at a sentence and tell whether there's hope for it, or I should break it to the next line.

Not entirely pleased with it, but it'll do.

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Told Nessa and Drew about it later, cause as we were walking away the cabbies started swarming over asking it we wanted a cab. Even more than when I was walking alone, cause those two look like tourists, and therefore are a conman's cabbie's dream.

Nessa thought it appropriate to ask if she could touch my boobs. What did not cross her mind as appropriate, though, was to wait for a reply. I couldn't block the first grab, but by the second I smacked her hand off in time. Cheeky bugger.

She loaned me her CD burner, which ought to come in handy bless her lil soul.

I told her about someone hot, and she was like Oh, ah, okay. Then after a while...."wait, guy or girl?". Hahaha, I find it funny that they have to clarify. I'm only gonna spend a lot of time with my friends in January, I expect December to be fully booked my assignments .

Written by lainie at 02:48 AM on December 3, 2005.

Oral sex can lead to cancer of the mouth, say scientists.

For the girls who don't like blowjobs, but never had a good excuse, there ya go. In order to use this excuse, please be sure

1) you don't smoke (because then that's just stupid)
2) you don't tell the boy you got the info here.
3) that before you pop the champagne, remember this excuse goes TWO WAYS.

Right. I'm off to sleep. I have a pimple dead center between my eyes, on my nose bridge. As a result, I am grumpy. Yarrrrrrrr.

Written by lainie at 05:28 PM on December 3, 2005 in Daily Life.

It's depressing.

Two of my parents' friends passed away recently. Uncle Colin, Uncle Phillip Tan, requiescat in pace.

I hate that people die.

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Isn't it charming that I finally get round to watching tv and.....

Apes eat chimps. Do you have any idea how DISGUSTING that sounds? They're practically cousins! It's not like we eat monkey meat!

I was watching Animal Planet's Predators' Prey, for about ten minutes before I got too grossed out. Yknow, the slick kind, with music and someone speaking in a low, dramatic voice. I don't get the voice, don't these tv people know ANYONE who speaks normally?

I don't think I could work for Animal Planet. I'd be clobbering wildlife with the camera and screaming that they're being animals and should buy their chimp meat in prepackaged, frozen portions at the supermarket. Uncivilised beings. Everyone knows a considerate mammal of society will eat fellow planet inhabitants only if it comes packaged with an expiry date. Unless you're shopping in the wet market.

I can't imagine how long my job would last there.

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I was supposed to go watch tv at KA's place today, but her friend surprised her by popping over a day early, so I've been rescheduled to Sunday - I can't do this shit. How am I suppose to stalk Lola effectively if they keep changing the times on me?

Hah, take that Justine, I'm probably seeing Lola soon! Who's the better stalker now? Nyeh, nyeh nyeh nyeh. Not enough! *sticks out tongue, nances around, waggles fingers*. More! *breaks out the beer*. Once again! *hic*.

Okaylah, don't scare the girl away before I even see her. Stalking is turning out to be an extremely fun recreational way to pass the time. Good for blood circulation too (usually applies to both stalker and stalkee).

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By the way, can you imagine that some scientists actually had to get together and RESEARCH it to realise that touch is NOT the most important thing in sex for women? What the hell were these people up to in college? Like, men and women are different. Ohhhhh, right. Now that, is news. World headlines, comin right up!

I bet they knew it all along. Oh the excuses we make to watch people have sex. Not that I, uh, am a voyeur. Hmm. Lalalala.

See, who said scientists are boring? All the mad ones are the ones trying to figure out a cure for cancer and watching animals (and people they couldn't save in time) die. I bet those studying sex are just that lil bit happier than the mad ones.

Yeay.

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Wasting time lazing around talking to myself, when I should be doing my assignments. I've started Photoshop for 2 hours, and I've done everything but open up my college files. Gahhhhh.

Okay, I'll do it....NOW.

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By the way, Acid Zen Wonder Paint is about the funniest online comic I've ever found.

Written by lainie at 09:57 PM on December 3, 2005.

Oh, my god. Intense caffeine cravings, both my aunt and uncle are out for some wedding, and both can't bring a Diet Cola back for me.

Sigh. I guess I'll just walk out and get coffee. Dammit, I didn't want to budge cause I just got into the work-zone, and interruptions are damaging to the flow.

Addictions are nawt cool.

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Right. I'm back. I just saw the most "holyfuckingshit" thing of the day, about five minutes back.

There were three Indian women at the mamak I got my coffee from. They had a young girl with them, about 10. As I waited for my coffee, the oldest one started scolding the kid.

It got louder, so I turned around. She was standing about two feet away, starting to shout by now, pointing her finger. I wondered what happened. The girl started bawling.

This annoyed the old woman, who started shouting louder. Three men seated at another table started giggling. I was feeling uncomfortable. I wondered if maybe I could walk over, but not knowing what the girl had done since their entire conversation was in Tamil (and my pathetic efforts at picking up the language left me with about two words related to alcohol in my vocabulary), but being well aware of how busybody-ish I'd look, I didn't. Didn't know what I would have done anyway.

But...Ya know, before I went out for coffee, I read an old post of mine (someone linked it), where I was absolutely miserable from being scolded, and I really was fucking sorry, and I remembered how I looked in the windows reflecting my face as I walked by....And I felt really really bad for the young girl, cause she looked pretty damn pitiful.

So as I looked, the two younger women tried to placate the shouting one. The kid stopped audibly crying for awhile, though tears were still running down, and she looked up at the woman. Who immediately slapped her thrice. Left, right right. On her cheeks, once near her nose..

I was stunned. My jaw actually went slack on me. The slaps were so loud. I have no idea where it came from. A part of me wanted to yell OI! but.....I didn't. The girl was...I don't know. She just looked blank as she held her face.
And I felt so bad, cause the woman then walked away, but as she passed me by, I saw her....smile. To herself. Briefly wondered if she was cruel, or possible demented. Mad.

I swear to god. She looked pleased as punch that she'd slapped the kid.

I looked back to see if anyone else had seen it, and the woman who works at the mamak (who saw the smile as well) looked really sad, shrugged, and we watched the girl again. I asked the waitress what happened, and she said it was hard to say, because she didn't understand Tamil either.

The young girl wasn't crying anymore, and the two women were being really nice to her, though for some reason she seemed too distressed to sit down even when they were coaxing her to.

The men at the other table still laughing. My coffee was done.

And I wondered if maybe, I should have done something. I mean. Should I? But I can't, can I? I don't even know what it was about.

I don't know. But it really sickened me to see that woman's smile.

The irony of it all: Fireworks in the background throughout the whole scene. Someone out there is celebrating.

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Teresa Kok PWNS Noh Omar.

Don't you love it when a guy says he was quoted out of context, he didn't ACTUALLY say what the newspapers claimed, and then some local politician with lots of readers interested in the issue being debated, puts up an MP3 of you doing EXACTLY what you blatantly denied?

Hah. This would be like if Daph said "I was NOT running down the streets of Melbourne, naked, with llama fur wrapped around my hair, on the 22nd, November, 2005, 8pm". And five days later I post up a video of her doing exactly that.

My god, it's so Jon Stewart, isn't it?

[ Can someone who speaks Malay better than I do please clarify: did this bloody yo-yo just basically say we shouldn't investigate police brutality cases because IT COULD BE WORSE, since there are worse cases of policemen being cruel overseas, and because if we didn't have an unethical police force we'd all be in way more danger from criminals and in no place to complain about crime then because to ask for an ethical police force is the same as asking for them to be ineffective and inefficient?

Is that what he said? Oh. My. God. Wow my head actually hurts from that concept.

Don't complain about crime, or you'll just have more. Oh my god. Someone who can understand the language better than I do, please give me a rough idea on what he said. What a yo yo. ]

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Nothing beats cleaning up the room and finding long lost diary - oh you guys think I blog heaps huh? Would it be surprising to know I've always kept a written diary too?

-_-"

And one of my favourite poetry books. I thought someone borrowed it - should have remembered none of my friends really bother. The one poetry book of mine Josie has, she's just dying to return to me.

That awful, huh, woman?

Written by lainie at 01:52 PM on December 4, 2005 in Daily Life, Links / Email.

Fucking disgraceful.

Shame, Singapore MDA, for shame. (booooo)

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Have you guys met Messy Stench? Who, by the way, says festering labiabags, and I am totally ganking that word off her. Well, labiabags, anyway. I could do without the festering in mind.

Messy Stench Alpha Shemale Halloween Headlines at Club XES. Not our Malaysian Xes, mind. Dammit, I need to get my ass to a party like that.

She reminds me of this pretty famous guy on the internet, but I shall refrain from naming him since I have this vague suspicion that I might get a knife through my eye.

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I'm listening to a dog snore. For some reason, this disturbs me. Anyway, I had a weird dream where I was talking to this collegemate, and it went something like this:

Dude: Why'd you pierce your tongue?
Lainie: Oh, you know, I tossed a coin..
Dude: Haha...As if anyone would be stupid enough to pierce their tongue based on a coin toss.
Lainie: Oh. Uh. Right. Not me. Nope.

Doo doo doo doo.

Well, actually there weren't any words in my dream, but the general feel of the images was something like that.

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Josie just told me the most hilarious thing. Someone we know downloaded a song we sang for Ben last time, and won't believe it's us. Hee, hee hee.

We're rather happier that way sometimes.

Anyhow, you won't believe what happened: here I am doing my assignments and stressing out over some essays, when my phone rings and this totally nice dude, facking gorgeous boy too, volunteered to do all my assignments for me, package it nicely, guarantee absolutely fantastic quality or he will PAY ME, and he's willing to do it all for free, after which, he will take on a beach holiday wherever I want, and be my sugar daddy with no obligations.

Oh wait, I'm just hallucinating.

Damn.

Gahhhhh I need to type faster if I want to go for the gigs at 5pm (Sungei Wang) and 8pm (La Bodega KL)!

Written by lainie at 11:26 PM on December 5, 2005 in Daily Life, Music.

Oh god, I have the biggest blipping non-headache of my life. A non-headache. I know I have one, I just can't feel it (yet). Doesn't that sound like the worst excuse ever someone made to skip work or something?

First thing I see when I come online:

Malaysia to investigate terrorist threats.

The militant group, in a website posting, had threatened to attack Southeast Asian regional governments, and warned Malaysia, Thailand, Singapore, Indonesia and the Philippines of possible attacks on government, military and economic targets, and urged Muslims to avoid these locations.

While I'm assuming that this is just to create fear and all that, it's kinda sad because it seems being a Muslim country isn't enough to save you from fanatical jihad yoyos. So here's a note: If anything should happen to me because of these lil turds: NO I do not forgive them, please, hunt them down and kill them slowly Vlad Impaler style. For me. Yeah.

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Anyways, let's not concentrate on today, because yesterday was so much nicer. It's going to be a pretty long post, and I don't apologise for it. I now laugh at the people who compare me to Sixthseal (hasty disclaimer to new readers: no I don't blog about drugs), because if anything, I'm all-words, no-pictures, which would make me rather the opposite, no?

First off, I headed over to Sungei Wang where they had a concert going outside, in conjunction with Red Carnival, World AIDS Day. The thing about gigs like this, it's pretty much a given that the moment the music stops, and the talking begins, the crowd will disperse. If you have an emcee who tries to get people onstage to play embarrassing, cheap thrill games, Malaysians will vanish faster than you can blink.

I bought a balloon, two buttons and a glow-in-the-dark wristband. Is it possible to feel like a sell-out, donating to charity?

By the way, someone needs to tell the emcee for World AIDS Day event that it's not, actually, referred to as....What did he say......People with HIV AIDS. By about the fourth time he said it, I leaned over to Rafil and asked "Why, does he keep saying that?". Rafil just shrugged and said "cheap entertainment?".

I scared Rafil's metalgoth image away by trying to put a pink beret on his head. Almost got it there too (damn I need to be quicker), but he freaked out and pulled away in time, like the colour was trying to burn his hair off. My god, you'd think I grabbed his balls, twisted then yanked.

When I arrived it was this band called Ambers, I think. Sang a lot of covers. Well, a good voice onstage, for free, always draws attention.

What I didn't think made sense was that the display table was a bit further down, and instead of handing out leaflets, they were waiting for people to make the initiative to pick them up. I mean, if they had the initiative to learn about HIV / AIDS they'd have done it online a long time back.

CJ took heaps of photos of the pretty girls wearing shiny, white bunny ears. And a video of them taking turns to do some sexy catwalk thing. Which didn't surprise me.



Actually, I did ask CJ for photos of the gigs from last night, but all I got were pics of girls with bunnie ears.

Then the emcee made some people play games, and oh-ho-ho, CJ now has some blackmail photos involving CK, and Azmyl's girlfriend. Oh, ho ho, indeed. Then they got someone to go onstage and answer questions, I think that guy's been living with HIV for 15 years. Unfortunately, by then the lack of music and sudden somberness of it all made it too boring and most of the crowd left.

Then Ben's Bitches were up next to perform as the closing act - I remembered on the walk there wondering WHY anyone would ask Ben's Bitches to perform in a public venue? I mean, they're three most "radio friendly songs" are about

1) paedophilia (Girl from Ipoh)
2) sex (Aku Suka Jolok)
3) satan smoking (Satan Wants a Cigarette).

CJ said they'd let the organiser listen to the CD and she'd asked them to perform, which made me wonder if she *really* listened to the CD.

The first song started off horrible, because the drums were fricking loud, and that was about it. Sound system problem. Couldn't hear what the fuck they were singing. Rafil yelled out "BERBULU" a few times, because that's what people always do in Paul's Place when they want to heard "Kotek Berbulu".

In between, Ben and CK tried to send the message of "Spread the Love, Not the Disease". Ben made some joke about policemen, and earsquats, he said Parliament and sex in the same sentence.....The organiser, Jennie, spent most of their gig frantically making "No DON'T say stuff like that!" signals from the bottom of the stage.

Ben: I can't say parliament?

[ Crowd shakes head ]

Ben: I can't say parliament and sex, in the same sentence, onstage?

[ Crowd shakes head ]

Ben: Oh.

By "crowd" I mean the few people that were left by the time the emcee was done talking. Ben's Bitches did eventually draw a crowd back though. Somewhere in the middle of the gig, Ben grabbed the mic and screamed SEXSEXSEXSEXSEXSEXSEX! THen he realised that it drew a crowd everytime he did that, so he screamed it a few more times.

Organiser busy smacking her forehead when that happened. Come to think about it, I smacked my head too.

Ben's Bitches. Well, let's just say they enjoyed performing for a crowd they usually can't reach. They really toned down their performance though, lyrics-wise, and didn't sing most of the crowd favourites, since it would have been very unsuitable .



[ Oh, CJ got around to sending me a few more photos ]

They performed Girl From Ipoh, after Ben harassed a girl sitting nearby with her mother. So. Nessa. Quite a few people might think Ben's boinked you since Ben went onstage in front of Sungei Wang and sang it.

[ Ben and Rafil both have bands under DisARSEter Records, with a charming lil Latin phrase in the website that contains sound advice. Three bands so far, Ben's Bitches, 360 Degrees Head Rotation, Maharajah Commission. Go check out the site if you want to buy the compilation CD they have out, it's called Panic in the Peninsula, and features other bands you might recognise, like Lucy in The Loo, Furniture and Frequency Cannon. ]

After the gig I bugged CJ to go for dinner with me, so we headed on over to McDonalds. He's a patient guy sometimes. Not before I saw some girl who'd just bought the CD go over to Ben and ask for his autograph first though

After dinner CJ took pictures of the "Legalise Ganja" graffiti, one right in front of it, another one beside. "It" being the police hut, that is.

Off to La Bodega KL for me! I asked quite a few people to go, and I probably forgot some friends. Aw, man, you people know my memory sucks.

The performers were taking turns for soundcheck when I arrived. I stood at the bar, since all the sofas and chairs were already taken.You could tell it was going to be packed, if there were already so many people before it started. Some guy called Samuel came up to me and we talked a lil bit. He looks familiar. Then his friend Onn talked to me, and come to think of it, he looks kinda familiar too. Are they bloggers or somethin?

I sat near the stage the moment they added more chairs. Why? Because the one thing Paul's Place, No Black Tie and La Bodega KL have in common during performances, the closer to the bar you sit, the higher the chatter levels.

So. Farid got here first, and we sat next to each other, talking in low tones about how artsy fartsy this whole place seemed. I can see why this might intimidate people. Don't worry, most of us will just be listening to the music.

I met so many people I know there that day, which was fun.

This being a 16 Days of Activism against gender based violence thing, I had my gaydar switched on for that night, though it was really unnecessary because when the women went onstage singing emo love songs, the couples started doing the whole "hugging while exchanging meaningful looks" thing. Lesbians, eyeroll, eyeroll.

Did I mention I checked out a lot of people? No? Hmm. Well, the cute-guy count was a bit low, so I ended up eyeballing the andro girls. All whom will not be named because this bloody blog has a nasty habit of biting me in the ass when I'm not looking. Let's just say a lot of beautiful people were there that night.

[ Edit: First of all Google is scary. Second of all, people who use google and end up at my blog are scarier. Weirdass stalkers go somewhere else ]

Mmm. Never mind. When the show started, Jerome said a "Lainie" would be the opening act, which jolted my heart then nearly stopped it. Found out later that she's actually "Lynie". In fact, a few people asked me later if I sang or something (no, dearies, no, I could kill birds off trees with my singing).

Lisa (from No Black Tie open mic performance the other night) came on. I think we'll be seeing a lot more of this lady here. I love how she sings, sometimes the words are totally indistinguishable, but my god, it's rather haunting the way she sings. She apologised for how jiwang her song was gonna be, but I like her jiwang* song . Plus, she's really good to her guitar. In fact, she started off with a guitar solo which got her cheers and loud claps.

[*Jiwang. Kinda like, overly emo. ]

I really enjoyed all the performances, though the mostly female, estrogen-fest lineup was somewhat interrupted by acoustic singing from Akustik 39, five boys who started off with a cover song about how they'd found the right girl and "Didn't wanna be a playa no more".

Later discussion over hawker food revealed that most girls have the "Once a playa, always an asshole" view, so you can imagine the impression they created on us. Note to self, at women's gathering, make no reference to EVER having been a flirt, or possibly playing a few girls off. Must say though, they did sing well while I was there (I had to leave by the second song and find one of my dear lost friends, who almost ended up in a sleazy motel because apparently, according to my instructions, "LaBodega tapas cafe = Sleazy Motel with Hookers and Pimp at the door").

When I returned, was mildly surprised because there were HEAPS more people sitting in front of the stage, and I barely had place to stand. Asked Bernice who it was onstage, turns out to be Kohl, fronted by Sara Lo (yknow. Lo. Jason. Yknow). Must have been a posse specifically there to support that one band, cause when Kohl was done with their set, a LOT of them got up and went to the back.

Melina of Tempered Mental did some acousic versions of her band's songs. (HAHAHHA JUSTINE!). She ended with "Honestly" which seemed like the crowd favourite, and I saw some people singing along. She has a good voice, sings with an edge, but it's probably her guitar skills that makes other guitar-toting singers just want to smack their foreheads silly against a cement wall.
Plus, I know many girls who like to check Melina out. Hee. Hell I know bloggers who check her out too. See, I stalk the blogosphere so well.

Then something evil happened. Some people ganged up on someone called Wei Yin, who was just sitting in the crowd listening to the music. They'd printed out some of her written work for her to read, without her knowing, and made her go on stage. She ended up reading a piece she wrote earlier in the day, about womanhood, and loving the beauty of her inside. I must admit, I did something very childish. I burst out giggling at the beginning, because right at that moment I was spotting gay people everywhere, and that came at the moment when I'd just caught my friend's eye and and and....Okay I'm SORRY.

Zalila Lee went up next, didn't have the guitarist accompanying her like she did before in No Black Tie. She was nervous about performing after Melina, saying she didn't have the guitar skills to match. Wellll....if every singer thought that way, there'd have been much fewer people onstage that night. I really like Zalila's singing, and her songs are the type a girl can emo along to. Gorgeous voice.

Bernice read a few poems, and a piece inspired by the Montreal Massacre, where some guy shot a lot of women. Very suitable for the "Stop Gender-Based Violence" them, really. Then she read a story she wrote, about this woman being beaten and betrayed by a man who'd used to say he loved her. It was so sad, and at the same time, showed that words can invade your personal space because I was feeling very uncomfortable about the whole thing by the time she was done reading. There's something about reading something you wrote out loud that can expose yourself, and your audience, something much more intense than picking up a novel will ever do.

When Bernice read her writings, halfway through I got some taps on my shoulder, got an admiring "She's your lecturer?" and a nod from Becks, also Lola mouthed me a silent "Wow" (which made me say Oi! but never mind). Becks actually looked really tired because she's been busy lately and is moving into a new place. But yes, I'd asked most of my friends to come for that thingie to listen to some good music and see what Bernice had to read for that night, so it's good that they liked it.

Am I sucking up for better grades in her class (hoover, Lainie, HOOVER!)? Naw. I have plenty of journalistic in-teh-gritty, me. Uhuh. Mmmhmmm.

Lucy in The Loo performed an acoustic set as well. I know they've played acoustics before (at La Bodega too, if I recall correctly), but it is definitely not their strong point. One big advantage the band has is that many people know them, and like them. The crowd was very comfortable with their performance - strange thing is, I thought they took time off to come up with new material, but they played the songs I already knew (then again, it's not like I mind, I like them all). Acoustics. Hmm, they're sweet enough, but I prefer Lucy in The Loo doing the girl-rocks-out with the electric guitars, rolling drums (somehow, it's not the same without the ratatat sound), and the "Letters to Cleo" kind of feel. Also, Hana's voice is gentle, but I like it more when she's singing louder (and sounds more emo) like the few times she did that while singing Loser Lullaby. They're like a catchy poprock influence out to beat all the "I don't like local music cause it sux0rs" people on the head. They got a new bassist who sings along with Hana, so Hana doesn't have to sing every line....yknow. Twice.

But, being Lucy in The Loo, indie faves that they are, their set went down well. As usual, extremely polite about everything.

Detrimental Reliance were on next. One crooning boy, one crooning girl armed with guitar, some very fun covers, and one happy crowd. I can't say much about them yet, since they only had one practice session the night before as a band, and no original material. But I'll say that I'll keep a watch out for them.

Ben and Rafil got together to perform as the closing act, under the name "Panda Head Curry" (insert eyeroll here). Honestly, what I envisioned with these two performing together was much worse than what actually happened. It was like drunken sing-along with the boys type of thing, and the guys who'd been making noise socialising with each other near the bar finally got more involved in the gig.

The moment those two went on, the catcalling and heckling started, along with many "Shut up and play!" yelling everytime they tried to talk. Ben pointed out that they were just being fuckers cause when Lucy in The Loo was on, and rambling about how they weren't used to acoustic sets, and that they had a new CD out, and this and that and this and that, everyone waited patiently. Well, damn, Ben, who would want to shout at Hana when they can yell at your drunken ass, and flip you off repeatedly without getting thrown out?

Rafil shamelessly namedropped, saying they were going to cover a song by 360 Degree Head Rotation because "they're so cool, and we wanna be just like them". It's his own band. They sang some Crocodile Farm(?) song, which is easy to sing to, and basically is about this guy going to random animal farms while drinking JD and shooting them with his double barrel shot gun. Oh and everything tastes just like finger-licking-chicken.

Being totally conditioned by KA to not be able to keep a straight face everytime someone says "eat", much less "finger licking", I nearly died laughing at that song, which Ben and Rafil deadpanned throughout. Also, the usual popular song that Ben's been murdering lately with his band, Satan Wants a Cigarette. Rafil accused Pete Teo of wanting to steal the song, desperately. Hah.

How many songs did they perform? I can't remember. They covered Sex Pistols' "I wanna be anarchy", something Rafil normally does when he's fronting 360 Degree Head Rotation, far as I know. Ben ad-libbed something about the ISA instead of the UK, cheeky boy.

After the show was done, I said bye to the people, and a bunch of us went to the beef noodles place down the road. Actually, some of them went ahead of me, so when I found out where we were, I was a bit oooh, errrr, because Iszie is vegetarian and wanted to join us (but, yknow, the restaurant has a neon cow above it as it's billboard, which should give you an idea on how vegetarian friendly it is).

Found out that Iszie hates mangoes, which got a "ZOMG, who the hell hates mangoes????" reaction from me.

Actually, midway through the gig I'd gone over to say hi to Zedeck, and when I went back to my seat there were some "Oooooh, who was that guy?" reactions. Then Iszie arrived after work, and Zedeck did some fabulously gay flopping-head-onto-her-laps kinda thing (which, by the way, was so disturbing). I introduced Iszie and Lola to each other. Lola, meet Iszie. Iszie, meet Girl-I'm-Stalking.

Then somewhere along the lines, Zedeck stood up, did some very feminine gestures, rubbed his nipples while doing some Cheshire cat grin, because he's an ass, and I laughed because I could hear the cracking sound of his saham jatuhing hard* behind me, as two straight girls decided they weren't that interested anymore.

[ *His market share falling down hard ]

Over beef noodles, Zedeck jatuhed his saham a bit further, because he *muttermuttermutter* never mind. We pointed out to Lola that if I was stalking her, and he is stalking me, then by proxy, Zedeck's totally stalking Lola too.

Later on some people asked me if he was in the arts scene, or if he was very intelligent, which means he probably exudes from aura of artsy-intelligence. Which is amazing, because my first impression of Zedeck was HAIR+DRUNK. No, wait. Actually, my first impression was created when I saw him in "The Big Durian" and thought "Jesus, what kinda drugs is he ON?" (apparently, he wasn't).

Found out from Jerome that Meor was arrested for busking. FUCKING HELL why the FUCK would anyone ARREST a guy for going around singing and strumming a guitar? In Pasar Seni (Central Market), busker land, no less. There's a theory going around that the police are cleaning up the city for some ASEAN Summit thing. By arresting buskers? Shit lah. No urine test, nothing.

[ Found out from Reza's blog that he's to be released, so okay. I mean, not okay in general, but okay-er for Meor. ]

People are raising funds to help bail him out, far as I know. And if you want to arrest buskers, Meor's a very good singer-songwriter, will you please get that weird dude killing folk songs down at Pan Bakery Cafe instead.

Lola gave me a ride home Even though I live ridiculously near where we were, and probably took longer for her to drive me home than it would have if I walked. As she drove off she honked a few times and nearly scared me to death because I live with my aunt and uncle who were probably already sleeping since it was almost 2am. She is the DEVIL.

Right, something I almost never bother to do, TRACKBACK! Manual too, cause tabulas doesn't have it

Sungai Wang Red Carnival.
Sorak Malaysia's Red Carnival (I think he was selling balloons there).
The Other Kenny's Red Carnival and TV3 Carnival (who saw me there but was too scared to say hi. Jesus, I'm not that scary am I?).

LaBodega KL
Troubadours KL's A WOMAN'S WORLD (Pictures! Pictures! Farid is Pretty Boy 2 in the photos. Heh)
Reza's entry about that night

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Mm. I just pissed off Fip.

I told her I didn't want to talk about shit, because I was eating my dinner. Then like a train that can't pull it's brakes, she started telling me about sticking some tube down a guy's throat all the way to his rectum so you can see stuff, some colonscopy (or whatever), a rectal examination........So obviously I kept quiet after a while, it being medical and about poo stuff to boot, which annoyed her, and when I pointed out it was because she was talking about a lot of shit-related stuff right after I said I didn't want to, she didn't like it and said she'd talk to me tomorrow instead.

*Shrug*. You know what?....Hah, never mind.

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Anyhow, not connected with Fip, but my non-headache is now a headache.

Written by lainie at 02:58 PM on December 6, 2005 in Daily Life.

Less than 2 hours: That's how much I slept last night. You couldn't finish a Harry Potter movie in that time span.

I was in college bleary-eyed, with the apparent general IQ level of a garden snail, from the perspective of someone who can neither hold conversations with gastropods or communicate telephatically.

You can tell from that sentence I'm rather sleep-deprived, no? My only comfort is that some of my classmates appeared to be in worse shape than me. Anyways, class today moved dreadfully slowly. My DVD covers do not kick enough ass, so I'll need to come up with more versions.

I had lunch at the canteen, which was a bad decision because my stomach is still sensitive, and I'd been avoiding hawker food as much as I could, so the sudden shock of it made me feel squeamish. Oh heck. Doesn't matter.

While I was having lunch, Serene came over and joined me. We were talking when I just couldn't keep up my concentration, so I phased out on her and started staring off into space, while having mundane conversations with myself in my head. Serene interrupted my lil chit-chat, so I told her I was talking to myself.

Serene: Isn't that a sign of schizophrenia?
Lainie: Naw...Everyone talks to themselves..

I mean, you guys talk to yourself right? Right? Cmon, too many of my relatives and friends do this for it to not be normal. Serene said schizophrenia is.....cool. I mean. Cool is not the first word to float up to my mind when someone says Schizo.

We had a lil debate about that, mostly around how Lainie would never want to be schizo because that's a bit too freaky, and Serene thinking it's...uh. Cool.

Went to Low Yat, to pick up some computer related stuffies I need. Left empty handed when I realised the prices I was told the items should cost was about 30% cheaper than what it was going for in Low Yat. Hmm.

I noticed, as I was walking home from Low Yat, that I was talking to myself. Well, not really. I was arguing with somene I know. Got a bit into it, snapped back to reality when I realised that not only were passerbys staring, they were avoiding me.

Uh. I'm just gonna blame that on sleep deprivation.
Gonna go sleep soon.

Written by lainie at 12:40 AM on December 7, 2005 in Rants, Links / Email.

Soooo...

AArisings is a resource for Asian Americans and NOT Asians born and currently living outside of North America.

While I appreciate the link from Asian American Links, really I do, I am Malaysian, and I live in Kuala Lumpur. Not USA or Canada. I mean. I have a lot of American readers, but that's about it.

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Anyway, I'm blogging because something recently came to my attention:


The Shah Alam City Council has banned several types of dogs from the State, some of which include the Rottweiler, Japanese Tosa, Akita, American Bulldog....

.....those who fail to find a place for the breed are expected to surrender them to the Shah Alam City Council (MBSA) or get rid of the dogs themselves.....

.....Those whose dogs do not fall in this category must adhere to new rulings in order to keep their dogs, amongst these rulings are that they should get the permission of neighbours from houses on the left, right, front and back in order to keep their dog

[ Pause ]
[ *Facepalm* God what a disastrous idea ]

Stop Dogs From Being Separated From Their Owners.

Excuse me? Does this make sense to anyone else? So if I lived in Shah Alam, and my pet just so happens to be a Rottweiler, and some yo-yo eight blocks away is a horrible pet owner, I can no longer keep my dog?

Or even if I had any other breed of dog, I have to get permission from all my neighbours (and hope that they're not out to blackmail me, or that I have not been watching TV too loudly)?

Who the hell came up with this ridiculous ruling? I can see how this will separate pets from owners, but HOW HOW HOW HOW HOW will this make people better pet owners?

Less pets = Better pet owners? Is that even logic? You think I'd give up my dog to the pound or something just cause you yo-yos couldn't figure out a better way to deal with a problem?

Let's just say you'd have to come armed with something more than a piece of paper. Forget tranquilizing the dog, worry about the owner.

Yeesh. As if my assignments aren't making me grumpy enough.

Written by lainie at 05:54 PM on December 7, 2005 in Daily Life.

Graham Smith Music Photography has some facking cool Velvet Revolver photos, among other bands.

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I was at BlogsMalaysia, and came across this link to Unhealthy yet Sinfully Delicious CurryDogs.

Oh, my god. Yknow, I have my period right now (because I'm so good at sparing you people the details) and I'm getting all these cravings, and looking at that picture is not helping. It makes me realise a Coney Dog from A&W will never do the trick.

Not that I could cook it now, cause it's raining and when that happens the kitchen floods. No, seriously. And when it's not raining, there's my own pathetic set of culinary skills, which basically consists of being able to fry an egg decently 20% of the time.

Gack.

Mmmm. I could do with a big juicy beef burger, with good cheese, pickles, tomatoes, mustard, chippies and a cola. I wish I could just wiggle my fingers in the air and make it appear (KA if you're reading this stop your mind right there).

Honestly, KA is so terribly pervy, and when I'm around her everything seems like a sexual innuendo, which is bad cause then I'm left giggling everytime someone says something supposedly innocent, while KA pretends she has no idea what I'm going on about.

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I pulled an all-nighter yet again, stayed up till 7am doing my assignments. At 5am, I logged on to MSN to see which classmate would be online. Ah, Cenfad is knowing that someone from your college is getting no sleep too. Cenfad is knowing that you're working and working but the work seems to pile up faster than your typing skills.

By the time I was done, I had about 1 hour to spare, so I decided to take a nap - which should have been fine, cause that's what I've been doing for two days, nappin an hour max. Later on, I heard some guy in the canteen ridiculing the idea of anyone going to sleep at 7am and expecting to be awake by 9am.

So mm, yeah. I didn't get up till 11. Fip insists she called me, and I have no memory of that at all. I'm kinda prone to talking in my sleep, so you cannot hold me to what I say if I'm groggy. I mean *waves hand round ear* I make very little sense on a regular day, we don't need to figure out what I'm trying to say when my consciousness is barely in control.

Also, you'd think she's learned by now, after a year, that I would make all sorts of promises about being awake if that means I can go right back to sleep .

Rushed to class to find that it had been cancelled. It is never a good day if I have not showered in the morning. In fact, I'd say today had the type of morning that requires capital letters, as in Bad Morning. Then again, showing up in my pajamas is nothing new anymore.

I overreacted a lil when Bibi told me that class was cancelled by the way. I was chanting SHIT and OHMYGOD, but what was in my head was MACHAUHAI FUCK FUCK ARGH KILL SATAN STABSTABSTAB YAR YAR YARRRR. All that muted through the cotton that is my brain when I'm sleepy.

Like, I nearly tore my eyeballs out to rush for a class I would be 2 hours late for? I should have just lolled in bed, blissfully comfy. By the way, the first thing I did when I came home was sleep a few hours, so now I'm back to my normal level of smack everytime I talk.

I'm thinking of cutting my hair short. Very short. Which is why I'm partially worried that Rach is coming back, because though the idea is crossing my mind I don't actually want to do it, but she's precisely the sort who'd kickstart it.

Damn I'm hungry. WHY am I at this evil foodblog?

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Two links off Neil Gaiman's blog:

Woman Allegedly Hires Hit Man for Cheese

Terrorist Has No Idea What To Do With All This Plutonium

Written by lainie at 09:34 PM on December 7, 2005 in Arty stuff.

Right, I just logged on to my email account, and saw something interesting in the inbox. I'll be there if I have the time, AND if I can figure out the directions.

Oh. And if I have cash, that is. Fixing laptop + buying ink cartridges has kinda wiped me out for the mo'.  

If any of you people are going, or considering to, tell me yeah.       

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Greetings and salutations,

A totally stripped down bare bones acousticized single guitar 360° Head Rotation, Jerome Kugan, Mei Chern, Azmyl, Sumbang, Sei Hon & Zapa shall be performing this Friday 9 December 2005 at Jamming Violence Against Women.


Jamming Violence Against Women - films, music, words, paint and people

When? Friday, 9th December 2005, 8:00pm till late

Where? The Lost Generation Space (notthatbalai), 11, Lorong Permai, Off Jalan Syed Putra, Robson Heights, KL

What? Mural Stencilling; Readings of original and not-so-original but-still-make-the-heart-go-wahlau works; Sounds by local music-makers/ players/ people-with-guts-talent-and-a-guitar/ dijeridoo/ voicebox; Films about how to turn the world upside-down-inside-out; Story Telling; Random Things that you can think of or want to do.

Why? ‘Cause violence against women is a really stupid thing to live with?

Who? Hmm.. anyone who feels that spending one Friday evening to provoke and ridicule the reality of violence against women with creative expressions is time well spent! Hope that includes you.

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Don't forget:

Human Rights Night - Food Not Bombs + KataGender

When? Saturday, 10th December, 8:00pm till late. International Human Rights Day

Where? Same as above. The Lost Generation Space (notthatbalai), 11, Lorong Permai, Off Jalan Syed Putra, Robson Heights, KL

What? Art Exhibition, Poetry, Music, Peformance Art, Bazaar, Chill, Love, Peace etc... (all good things)

Why? 'Cause if we haven't got rights and freedoms, then what are we left with?

Who? You, me, your neighbour's kid who got spammed with this mail, her friends, their Friendster list, their ex-discipline teacher's list of Bad Rambutans, people who think and give a sen (maybe, who knows, maybe) etc etc etc

Bring your own makanan dan minuman because unfortunately, KataGender & Food Not Bombs do not have links to generous Mak Datuks and Tuk Datins who are able to fund our activities

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Venue Map: http://www.geocities.com/lostgenspace/map.jpg

Organizer: http://katagender.blogspot.com/

Check out our latest release Panic in the Peninsula at http://www.disarseter.com

Katagender has a version of this blog post in Malay. 

The "jamming violence" pun is making me wince a lil. I expect the performances to be much better though            

 

 

Written by lainie at 12:28 PM on December 8, 2005 in Daily Life.

And today, for our lunch special: What would happen if Jesus was the ass-kicking kungfu Uma Thurman in a Tarantino movie: Kill Bunny. The Easter Egg death scene nearly killed me too.

I'm rather pissy because I woke up late. Right, this time, it's NOT MY FAULT. Much. My cellphone just blinked on me again, and when I woke up because some neighbour was doing some drum session, I thought "Awww, cmon".

It wouldn't switch on again for a while, and when it finally did, I called Josie just to ask what time it was - she couldn't believe that's all I wanted to ask her. I was at the mental-shutdown stage of waking up, and if I had already missed BOTH classes, I was just going to continue sleeping and wake up in time for dinner.

Does anyone else have this problem with their Nokia? Mine's a cheapie model. Mmmm, not a battery problem (fully charged), not a Sim Card problem, it was just switched off. And no, I didn't do it, I have no hand-eye coordination when I'm groggy and the irony is I have trouble switching off the damn phone on a regular day.

So yeay. I didn't miss Creative Writing class. I think we're gonna either start on short stories or poetry now. I'm not looking forward to either, for different reasons. I almost never share poetry, and I almost always have a problem with keeping stories short (but you bloggies out there knew that).

Speaking of which, my laptop has just been reformatted, and uhm. Yeah, I'm in denial. Lost A LOT of Photoshop, Painter and written work. Some 3D design. Heaps of photos and videos. All the music. All my cracked programmes .

But mostly, I'm just in denial that 2 years of digital art and written stuff are gone.

So. I don't even like typing that out. Gonna go have lunch instead. Reformat is teh sux. Being broke is teh sux. Having my period is teh sux.

But Creative Writing class should be teh pwn. UHHHN!

I'd like to go for lunch. Really, I would. But I can hear a strange man meowing like a cat outside the back door I use to go to the stalls. I swear to god there is a grown man out there repeatedly saying Meouuuw, meouuuuw (and he's not very good at it).


[ YES! More for my arsenal! The Most Complete and Most Useless Collection of Pick-Up Lines. Phwoar. ]

[ Have you ever kissed a rabbit between the ears? (Pull your pockets inside out....) Would you like to?. Damn. DAMN. I need to find a pair of pants with big pockets! Speaking of which, I'm kinda out of clothes :/ ]

Bing!

Written by lainie at 09:22 PM on December 8, 2005 in Daily Life, Arty stuff.

Oooh, look, I blogged about so many things I ran out of space in the Title bar

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ZOMG MY EYES.

Definitely NSFW sword porn.

People. Do you know what sword porn is? Bleh. It is *so* not doing it for me.

I was surfing around when I stumbled upon that veeery disturbing image from this community. God, knives are sexy. Sword porn is scary.

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So. If you're done being distracted by the pic linked above, we can move on to the rest of my life, yes? Good.

So, I have to be careful from now on, where I stay, for my own personal safety. As far back as I can remember, my aunt and uncle used to keep the front door open, and the gate usually remains unlocked.

That's been changed the past few months. I mean, we stay near a police station, but that doesn't mean jack because it's been getting awfully dangerous where I stay. Obviously, the big blue and white building can go fack off, far as some criminals are concerned.

There was a snatch thief case recently, just behind my house. My aunt told me to be careful, and not walk around - which is crazy, because I have to walk out to get a cab, and walk home from wherever Bee drops me off after college. But I do keep a watch out.

In the last two weeks, there was an attempted rape outside my house. Yes, this does intimidate me, rather easily.

By outside, I mean, open the kitchen door and it'd be two feet away from you. The old aunty that cleans up downstairs, she was in the kitchen when she heard what seemed like choked-back screams.

She knows how bad the area has been lately, so she threw open the doors immediately to see what was happening (there's still a grill between her and the alley). She saw a man dragging this girl into the bushes, and threw a big pail of water at him. The rapist turned around to glare at my maid and his reaction was: "Ah? You ah aunty?". Then our three dogs appeared as back-up (actually, they're kinda nosy and attracted to noise).

He saw the dogs and ran off, leaving the girl behind.

Tall, young guy. The victim is a small sized, church going girl, who had just bought some food, and was carrying the packet in one hand, umbrella in the other.

He's a drug addict whose habit gained control of him. He used to stay with his family few doors down the road, till he stole all they had, and they kicked him out. He recognised my maid because he used to wander around the streets here.

You know how they sensationalise anti-drug messages to the point you reckon they're exaggerated, because the ones who experiment with drugs look rather normal to you? Man, this dude seems textbook "show as example to highschool kids" kinda guy.

To clarify: This wasn't at night. It was at 10am. Though this is NOT a busy area, there's usually a person or two around. Nobody helped. My neighbour did the most evil thing. She later told the maid, after what happened, that "You're so brave, when I heard the screaming I quickly closed the doors and went away".

What. The. FUCK? If you ever hear any screaming, that is NOT the right reaction. If you're too chicken to so much as open the door and yell at the guy (with a locked grill between the two of you, mind), then at fucking least CALL THE POLICE.

In case any of you dearies missed that:

CALL THE POLICE. At least. Better yet, grab a knife while you're calling the police.

The girl's friend lives two doors down and came over to our place yesterday, to say that her friend was very grateful for the help and wanted to get her a present. Seriously, when the attacker fled, my maid saw that the girl's clothes had ALL been torn off by then, and her underwear had been removed too. Sigh.

Her friend got a silver-ish angel with blue stones for the maid (she's Catholic, and I guess my maid's the angel for what she did).

The security guard who works at a building nearby was very upset by the whole incident, because he saw the guy running away, but didn't know why, and found out later that it was because my maid scared him away from the girl. Security guard is upset because there's talk going around that he's the rapist, even though he must be about 20 years older than that guy. He said if he'd known what had happened he'd have "bashed up that feller".

Well, no need for that now, that rapist, he was found hanging from a tree down the road yesterday.

And last week, while my maid was (again) in the kitchen, she heard the dogs barking loudly and went to the front of the house to check what was happening - she saw a guy jumping over the gate, back onto the road.

He must have tried to jump in, made some noise, and attracted three curious dogs who ran out of the house, saw a stranger trying to jump in, and started barking - and made his mind to jump back out again fast. My maid (really quite a champion, and probably has bigger coconuts than KennySia) yelled out "OI! MAU APA HAH?*

[ *Oi! What do you want, hah? (in very Hey, you want a piece of this, tough guy, huh? kinda loud tones ]

He sprained his foot when he landed, and hobbled off as quickly as he could. I wonder if she made a police report, I'll have to go check. So yeah, my maid may be totally weird, but she is like totally rocking it out at the same time.

And yknow, she can't even hold a mop or broom without aggravating her previous back injuries (and no, we're not that mean, so she only does what she feels like doing around the house), so man, that's a huge set of balls she has.

The front door wasn't locked because we normally only padlock the gate if someone is home. But that's changed from now on. We can't afford to risk it.

So yeah, he must be a new drug addict around here, cause the old ones are usually smart enough to know that we have three dogs here and aren't worth the effort.

Speaking of which:

Tomorrow night: JAMMING VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN (click link to see what will be happening). Appropriate, no?

Yar, enough of your boring dates walking around KLCC / Midvalley and not knowing what to do. Try something new for once.

Hm. My lecturer mentioned this in class, said there'd be lots of music, readings, art and so on. Casual setting darlings, do come and see what it's like. It's at Robson Heights, does anyone require a map?

I've had people ask me what readings are.
Basically, if for example I am reading, I'd take something I've written, either complete, or work in progress, and read it to an audience. And yes, I'd have to read it out loud, not just sit in front of a group of people and nod my head.

Music-wise, I want to check out Mei Chern because people keep telling me she's fantastic, but I always keep missing the gigs she does.

[ Acoustic performances for the night are by 360° Head Rotation, Jerome Kugan, Mei Chern, Azmyl, Sumbang, Sei Hon & Zapa ]

Also, from the comments at my previous entry, I gather that it will be a casual artsy thing.

"hot lecturer will be there! and its free! so come one come all. bring paint, food, drinks, dress down and lets make some ART!"

So. To the person who said (s)he'd be there only if "my hot lecturer" is there, to which I assume you mean Bernice Chauly, then yes she will be reading that night, you shameless stalker you.

After what's been happening around my home, I'll like to see what this event is going to do to create awareness and spread their message .

I've noticed, everytime I invite someone for one of these things, the first thing they ask is "Uh, what do people wear to these things?". Frankly, who gives a damn? Wear what you normally wear to college then.

But hey, if you're unsure, and scared of looking rag-tag, smart casual will do. Or hey, better yet, look at the photos here and you tell me. I'm betting that there will be a lot of jeans and cargo-ish khaki clothes though.

[ Digital Malaya: NotThatBalai gallery. VERY GRAPHIC HEAVY. Different function, same venue. ]

So yes. I'm trying to figure out a way where I can go, and come home, with only RM13 in my pocket. Hmmm. *taps lips*. I invited my 3rd aunt to go with me, and when she couldn't I considered asking my 4th aunt who lives nearby (then realised I'm just being hideously uncool and should find some friends my age).

Mmm. I have two younger cousins though, Zen and Ken, and hey what better time to completely brainwash them educate them, and help them evolve into ubersexual men one day? Cause right now, they're heading towards the metrosexualness, so just that extra lil push, and voila! Ubersexual!

[ Update: Ubersexual. Like, one of those gay guys that makes girls glare at the straight ones and ask "Why can't you be refined, cultured, and intelligent like that, you cheap McDonalds bastard", but without actually being gay. ]

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Of course, there's also some competition going on:

KL Jam Asia, Plaza Crystalville, Desa Sri Hartamas. Featuring 13 Tribes, Blunt (formerly Devildolls), Duke, Etc, Ferns, Sheen, Soft Touch, Xcited Screamers. RM15/entry inclusive of free drink. First 30 paying dudes receive free copy of Soft Touch full album. For more info, email lemang@tm.net.my

Since the Devildolls will be there, I can imagine some of my friends would rather go for this one.

But hey, I'll put it this way. With the other event, happening for FREE, and you get all the other arty stuff and probably, sorry guys, better music....soooo......Plus, beautiful people will be there! Come see the pretty boys and girls!

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Creative Writing class. Mmm. We're moving on to short stories now, and frankly, I've got major beef with it.

Actually, that's just resentment from someone who obviously cannot reread her short stories without wincing - not that it should be a problem considering my laptop was recently reformatted.

The lecture was ended with the Latin phrase Ars longa vita brevis, which does NOT refer to the length of your bum, OR the bounciness of your breasts, but rather, is translated to "Art is Long, Life is Short".

It means, the depressing thing about creating something is that it will stick around much longer than you (unless your art installation is one of those conceptual ones where you burn a huge pile of books after melting it from a block of ice, in some obscure protest of some book-banning law or something, then visit me, I have some slaps reserved for you you book wasting heathen....sorry, where was I?).

Anyway, that's a pretty Latin saying and all, but I'm more a "Semper Ubi Sub Ubi" kinda girl. Much more useful, really.

Or, Magister Mundi sum! (I am the Master of the Universe!). Crazy Latin sayings, I love them. What use is language if you don't use it to come up with ridiculous new phrases or ways to offend people with your badly pronounced cuss words?

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Iszie, bless her thrice, gave me a ride home after class. Confirmed with her that she did not have previous record as being labelled a psycho driver (I should talk, really). Also confirmed that this would not result in her friends randomly stalking me at home.

Invited her in to meet the trio that is Buster, Belle and Bobby (believe it or not, the B factor is accidental). Buster demonstrated what a tummy rub whore he is by flopping over for Iszie. Cheap ass dog, I tell you.

I told her about the time I wanked my dog off (accidentally, dammit, ACCIDENTALLY!).

Iszie said that she'd never been in an old house before, which was kinda weird for me cause this house is old but it just seems so normal it's alien to me that it amazes people who stepped in (now that I think about it, I think Rach had roughly the same reaction).

Showed her around. I gave the computer room a miss, only because it looks like a disaster zone. Funny, I completely forgot to mention all the "there are weird people around this area" part to her. Hmm.

Then my uncle came home, and she ran off....and as she backed up her car, slightly nudged the one parked behind (with no damage). Can't blame her, the roads here are crazy packed sometimes. Hah. She's lucky, I've seen worse happen here.

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So remember kids, rape is nawt cool. You might get your ass pwned by a small, old lady, and then you'd really feel like killing yourself. Tasteless jokes asides.............................Oh right, I got nothing.

And now, now I have heaps of assignments to do.

Damn. DAMN. I want iced coffee but I can't walk out now because of the weird men around. Yeesh.

I need to find my old stun gun and charge it up.

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This makes me want to buy a shotgun and aim it at Disney.

Written by lainie at 12:16 PM on December 10, 2005 in Daily Life, Arty stuff.

Mmm. I was going to go to sleep, but the smses and phone calls are pouring in, so what the hey.

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So there was this dreadful tagline at McDonald's, that went something like....

"For 15 years we've been adding a special ingredient into our menu"

*gack*

"It's called love"

*GackhackcoughcoughPTUI* Ew what the fuck, that is NASTY.

When I want "something special" to put in my mouth, I'll hunt for leprechauns and make green curry, okay? Meanwhile, stop making it sound like some dude wanked the special into the sauce at 5am, back of the kitchen.

Honestly, some adverts these people come up with just make you wonder if it's you, or just them.

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So. Jamming Violence Against Women was last night. I almost didn't go, having woken up with what felt like, and still does, a stone in my stomach. No one make any tasteless jokes, I might hunt you down.

Speaking of hunting down, I think I might have kinda, sorta freaked out some girl at JVAW. She was just sitting down, happily painting away, and so was KA, when I opened my big mouth and said "So, I've seen your websites before". You'd think I've learned by now to stop doing that. I should just smile next time, nod politely, and shut up.

I mean, how many times have I had that "Oh, my god, weird internet stalker" look thrown at me? Seriously though, the only reason I found her site was cause I got an email saying something along the lines of "Hey, these people are gay and Malaysian, do you know them?".
Let me just declare now.........NO. I do NOT know every gay Malaysian around, alright? This is NOT as small a country as you think it is. Not that I have a fantastic memory, but she has quite a distinctive haircut.

Then, I told the girl sitting next to her that she looked kinda familiar too - though I wasn't sure if it was because I'd seen her somewhere, or saw her blog, or somethin. Then KA leaned over and whispered "She's on tv....". Ah, there ya go then. I don't watch tv. One of the 3R girls, who read a piece from the Sisters in Islam website.

Turns out, the girl with the funky hair (haha, that's so ironic in a you-don't-know-what-i'm-saying way) knows Tei too, and an ex of KA's.

I asked "Wait, how do you know Tei?", but realised that it was a bloody waste of breath because everyone seems to know Tei. Fuck, but does that girl get around. Everyone keeps saying "Tei is so hot", which is something, really, because Tei is quite blissfully unaware of it. I mean...she dresses up, but I don't think she knows it. Someone, give me a girl to throw at her!

Zedeck, helpful boy, told Tei's aunt that someone he knows thinks Tei is hot. Tei asked me about that. Oh Zedeck, Zedeck, forgetful boy, did not mention that he thinks Tei is hot too, so Lainie, helpful girl, told Tei that.

Thank me next time.

I'd actually asked Tei if she wanted to go for the JVAW thing, but she was busy, so I invited Syat and KA instead (and it turns out that they were watching the movie for some human rights thing together, it still weirds me out that I have good friends from completely different circles who know each other).

Anyhow, I'm rather groggy but here's what I kinda remember from last night.

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We started off with a lil show. The folks at Katagender had filmed a bit of what happened on their Solidarity Walk, walking down streets cross dressing, sidewalk chalking and other bits they'd been up to, for the 16 days of activism thing (do you guys have any idea what I'm talking about? Oh, just go to their site I'm too lazy to explain), and we even briefly saw the guy who said "let day be day and let night be night". Well, mister, there's also the evening, and it's one of the best times of the day. Night. Whatever.

Everyone laughed at the clips that showed the cleaners pouring water on the anti-violence chalk messages, then sweeping it away. Everyone laughed at the slapping demonstration they held in public, there a girl and guy just stare sullenly at each other. Then the guy slaps her. The girl slaps him. He slaps. She slaps. They hug. They stare. They slap. I mean, it's so ridiculous, but it seems so day-to-day at the same time. I wonder if any spouse beaters saw the display and realised how stupid they are.

I later spoke to Jac, one of the pretty people behind Katagender. She told me they got arrested for a whole day for chalking on the sidewalks. By "arrested", she means that she kept asking in Malay "Are we under arrest, and if so under which section", and the policemen who ARE supposed to declare all this if they detain you, just ignored them. Why? They didn't know which section to detain them under. Meaning, they took these people in, not knowing what they had done wrong.

Oi. *Waggles finger at policemen*. What, don't make me come up with some generic "CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR LATEST FUCK-UP" blue ribbon award, for everytime one of you do something stupid.

On the other hand, they got something amusing out of it: they made copies of their bond letter, and spraypainted a stencil of a fist in a that female sign O-+, which I take to be a sign of female empowerment, and not.......yknow. Porn related activities. It was right cheeky of them, and I picked up a purple one. Surprisingly, I still have it, it's amazing how I lose stuff, actually.

The bond letter has this statement in it:

Tiada payah diserahkan apa-apa wang kepada Polis Diraja melainkan kalau dikehendaki olehnya, which surprised me, because far as I can figure out, that means There is no need to give any money to the Police unless they want it. Uhm? What the hell is that sentence there for, is it not a waste of breath, and does dikehendaki mean want or need?

After the show, they handed out sheets of A4 paper, each with a letter on it, that added together would spell JAMMING VAW. I coloured the J. Hah. Then halfway through, I changed location so handed the paper to the girl next to me, who seemed a bit surprised. We were all sitting on the floor, by the way, and my bum majorly hurt after that.

The music was overall good (even if the soundcheck people need to get their act together).

Heard Jerome Kugan perform again, this time with a guitar. Ah sensitive, soulful boys. Some of the performance, I sat next to Rafil, occasionally cracking tasteless jokes but mostly just checking out people. Our conversations basically went: "Oooh she's hot. Yeah I wonder if she's into girls. I think she's batting on your team. Yes! Damn! Go me! DAMMIT!"

That was me in bold, and Rafil in Italics, because I deserve bold and he gets the leftovers. Yeah, we're both unavailable though, he's married and I'm seeing Fip, exclusively. So we can look at the menu, and we can order, but.....we can't eat. (insider's joke, hur hur hur deargod, amIthatshallow).

I finally got to hear Mei Chern's performance, and I can see why her music's been so popular. She has the loveliest, gentlest, calmest voice ever, and it seems so effortless. I just wanted to sit around and hear her sing after awhile - she was one of the last performers, and people made her do an encore. It was a new song she was working on, and towards the end, she said "Right, I don't really have an ending yet so I'm just gonna.....fade away...." For some reason, that amused me.

I didn't really catch much of her lyrics except on the last song, but did like what I heard. I think she's performing for the gig I want to go for on Tuesday.

Bernice Chauly read her piece, which was a character monologue of a tranny. It was interesting because you could just imagine the tranny really talking and whining about how unfair the police were to them, and the beginning kinda made me go hmm, because she was saying there were so many labels but she just wanted to be called a woman.

360 Degree Head Rotation performed their usual satan-ish songs on an acoustic guitar set.

Apparently I could have read something, but didn't have anything to offer. To which Rafil incredulously asked "You're a Creative Writing student and you don't have anything to read?". Well, jesus, no. Then Jac mentioned my character monologue, "Bastard". Like Ohhhhhh, that one, didn't even cross my mind to read that. I'm too scatter-brained sometimes. Then I just realised this morning, when I checked my bag, that it was inside all along because I forgot to take it out after class. Jar, well.

Mmm. There were a lot of performances, but I was distracted by all the other stuff going on, and meeting people. Syat and KA joined me later and caught some of the end performances. I left slightly before it was over, because Syat didn't want to stay out too late.

We did go for mamak first though, and met up with Lola there. Lola, is the devil. In case anyone pities my stalkee, let me be very clear about this: She is the Devil. Do not take anything she says at face value, because she is very cheeky, and too clever with words for her (or rather, my) own good.

Syat had a good laugh because we normally meet up when I'm with Rach, and I'm very quiet most of the time. But with KA and me together, and Lola to make fun of....we just can't stop. Lola was a tad tipsy when she arrived at the mamak.

And while I would have liked to get her drunker..........

A cat decided to sit under Lola's chair the entire night, prompting many bad jokes on how her aura led up to her sitting above pussies. Subtle, us? She actually wondered WHY she willingly met up with us. Oh, for our charm and wit, of course.

[ Turns out Lola knows Syat too, proving that the world is overly small, either that or Syat knows too many people. ]

I was supposed to sleep over at KA's place but...

Lainie: Oh. I'll sleep at your place Lola, but KA's already offered to let me bunk over............
KA: *picking up fast* Lainie! You can't come sleep over tonight lah, something came up. No room for you.
Lainie: Oh........I have no place to sleep tonight....

[ Lainie looks at Lola and bats eyelashes ]
[ Lola casually looks away ]

Dammit. DAMMIT.

[ Why am I blogging about like, Lola Failure Attempt #2421543 I look like I have no mojo AT ALL ]

And Lola has been telling people that I've been inviting people to the gigs to "see my hot lecturer". ZOMG, no I have not! I said it way back to tease someone I knew has a crush on her, jesus. Then KA looked up with the slyest grin, and said "Oh yes you have.....". So maybe the devil is KA after all. Or rather, the devil is Lola, but KA has the most fun from this.

Woke up early this morning, came home while KA went off to work. Fip coming over later. Going to sleep now.

[ By the way, Bob Jots and Khai Lee were at the JVAW thing yesterday, maybe you could check to see if they blogged about it ]

I briefly met Bob Jots, who was nice, si. I had visited his website before, so when I saw his URL in the guestbook thingie, I was wondering where he was.

Didn't talk to Khai Lee, which may not be a bad thing considering my recent beef with a website he's involved in, that I not-so-fondly call "The Bleep", that allows the most obnoxiously written articles oh dammit, if you wanna know then just click the link.

And damn you people for sembahing that disgraceful display at The Bleep, okay? And do I even care if maybe he knows the same people I do at the gig? No.

Meanwhile, Katagender has more art, less music thing on tonight, if you'd like to go . I may go if I can afford it, though that's rather unlikely since I'm living off money I borrowe from Fip right now.

Written by lainie at 12:55 PM on December 10, 2005.

I forgot to mention, we watched a banned film last night, at the Jamming Violence Against Women thing.

I loved it, mate. I freaking loved it. Although I was a bit confused as to why it was banned, since I didn't see anything bannable there, and asked Rafil if it was the censored version, or something. But he says it wasn't.

Can someone clue me in on why "Malai