Written by lainie at 03:31 AM on July 25, 2008 in Music, Friends, Arty stuff.

Went for Live at No Black Tie last night. Performances by Pete Teo, Reza Salleh, David Knight and Yuna.

My friends and I were there to watch Yuna - and judging by the response before she even got to her first song (Rocket), so was a large part of the crowd. The other person with a lot of fans (and helpful friends that kept heckling "I love you") wasn't even a headliner - Melina William, sessionist for Pete and Reza.

Adri and Lola both liked Yuna's performance very much, and have been pimping her too.

Kat gave me the coolest (er, Christmas) present recently: it's called The Don't-Get-Caught Doodle Notebook by Susan Mcbride, and you can preview some of the pages on Google Books. It's a pre-doodled notebook that encourages you to add on to it, when you should be hard at work in whatever cubicle you're stuck in at the office.

The skateboard dude came pre-doodled. I just added the cape, skateboard dots and giant mutant chicken. FUN!

This resulted in Adri supplying many suggestive lesbian ideas on what I should draw. Since I learned that night that she's a cheap drunk, I don't know if she remembers she now owes me a stickwoman comic script where "at the end, a carpet is always munched, literally or figuratively" (declaration followed by a big, proud smile).

Laine: I don't know if it's a bad thing that your drunk lesbian ideas sound so appealing, but I'll draw it!

(put 2 lesbians together with a headline like "The People Muncher", and you have a doodled stickwoman about to munch a rug, naturally - tiny doodle right above the tagline)

Adri: Is that the carpet?

Lainie: Yeah. Either that, or a square amoeba.

Love your graphic designer friend today, get her this notebook too.

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I started receiving messages asking me to get my ass to Palate Palette, just next door. I'd forgotten it's Lapsap's first anniversary. Where the people are wild, the clothes are trashy, the hairstyles crazy and the music fun.

I was tired, but not only did I survive the night, I had heaps of fun (and woke up the next day thinking "Shit, I'm gonna get tagged in some awful photos on Facebook soon").

Jemufo: How was last night?
Lainie: Awesome! But I lost count of how many times I was violated.

From below my neck to slightly above my knees, multiple times, and that was just within the minute of walking in. You Lapsap people have no idea how to keep your hands to yourself, but every so often I'm skanky enough to like how you bring out my inner trashbag :D. 

It's all good when beautiful, skanky girl friends are doing it. I like that I feel safe there, even when privacy and comfort zones are beyond my imagination on the sauna-like dancefloor. And the music, ahhhh. Always a fun mix.

[ Because I've since learned some declarations are necessary: If you're some random stranger reading my blog, please don't try the same the next time you see me in public, you'll probably a) freak me out, and b) set aforementioned friend gropers into vicious protective mode. Unless you're a pretty girl, in which case, you've declared yourself fair game. ]

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I also bought a much needed external hard disk (500G) and cheap, foldable keyboard - anyone subscribed to my Twitter account will think I spell like a squirrel randomly jumping across the keys sometimes, but it's just my wonky laptop, where some of the buttons don't work (and some I have...literally...ripped off....). I left them with Jemufo when I realised I'd be heading to No Black Tie.

When I was at No Black Tie, I gave Kat my other bag with camera and stuff for safekeeping because I'd be headed to Lapsap. At about 4am, I was sheepishly calling Spes from the front door of my home because I'd forgotten to take my keys, though I did make numerous mental notes to myself that it was exceedingly important that I remember it, including just before handing the bag over to Kat.

By the way, a few days ago, when I picked up a notebook I'd been using as a coffee mug coaster (wouldn't want to scald my study table, would I?), to jot some meeting details on it with a big red marker, I realised that the "notebook" is actually my passport.

I didn't scrawl stuff like "MEETING FRASER BEFORE 6PM IN KL" on my passport, but I hope I haven't fucked with the chip inside with the numerous mugs of coffee I've put on top of it. I forgot I took it out to get my passport number for my visa application.....

No, I don't feel too smart about it either.

*dancing in room to Pulp's Common People video on repeat*