30^th December 2001.

The year is coming to a close. Can’t believe tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. I think too much clubbing has something to do with my lack association with time and space.

Went for a total of 4 gigs this few days. Heck I still have to entry stamps on my hand.

On Friday night Movement was heaving from the pounding sounds generated by Dave Seaman and Slacker.  Met quite a lot a people there actually. Had quite a bit of a chat with Alex (I think that’s his name) and found out the bastard is gonna start working at Standard Chartered as one of those annoying credit card marketeers that ring you up when u least want to speak to them. Met Tze Wee there as well and then later went over to Flux to catch local act Spacebar man the decks. While walking out from Rohas Perkasa carpark, Guy Tan drove past, stopped, looked at me with a surprised ‘hey-hi-it’s-you’ face while pointing at me. Needless to say I was well bearing the same expression.

The first thing that went thru my mind then was…. Shit this is gonna be one hell of a night.

Spacebar was very experimental and would do great playing with Rob Zombie or something. New genre, drum n bass nu-metal.

Headed back to Movement at 12.30 am and found ourselves stuck in a traffic jam outside J.W Marriott. Apparently they’re building a stage for NYE’s and we had to detour. Imagine 3 lanes being diverted into ONE alley.

Got there ages later and they’ve already started spinning. The music was well choppy at the beginning and only got better afterwards. By 3 am it was heaving… pounding so hard I would’ve gone mad on the dance floor if I wasn’t like dead tired and sore from all that workout the night before. Sat at the mamak quite a bit as well. The most annoying thing that night had to be the fucking gay bastards that was bumping me off the podium. I swear!! On normal nites I don’t mind them in fact some of them are well brilliant… well except when the cute ones start grinding with another bloke. Anyways… this fat, pot bellied, half naked gay bastard had to fight for space with me on the podium. I’m like WTF?? Go grab someone else’s space for fucks sake, I’m falling off the podium as it is! He tried to bump me off while he was grinding with this other bloke. Tried bumping him back but he was just too fat for me. I got off the podium anyways. There! Take that tiny square foot of my space u lousy bastard!

Finally left @ 5am. Reached home @ 6am, totally dead tired. And the next day I had to attend May Yi’s dad’s funeral service. Sigh. …

That was Friday night.

Yesterday evening, Tze rings up and TELLS me I’m going to Miss Moneypenny’s that night. I’m like no I’m dead tired blah blah. Anyhows, after lotsa whinging and persuasion being thrown back and forth, I was going to Miss Moneypenny’s. *sigh*

Got to Emporium, picked up a ticket at 20 bucks. Went over to Modesto’s to check out if Robbie Nelson was playing already. He wasn’t and I had an extra stamp on my hand.  Waited for Tze Wee and the rest to arrive. Went in and got another stamp on my hand. Lovely. It was already jammed pack with Ah Bengs and Ah Lians. And those clubber wannabe’s opening their big ass bottles of 3 litre J.D. Jim Ryan starts playing. And it’s round about the same stuff Roger Sanchez played that nite. Jim Ryan even played that ‘Look into their eyes and tell them…..  I want to fuck you like an animal!!!’ track. Forgot what it was called… I think it’s by Pharoah something and the track’s called Fuck You? Need we ask?

The night was slow on a whole with some outburst of energy every now and then. I was lucky though cuz towards the end, Jim Ryan threw out some Miss Moneypenny’s shirts to the crowd and I grabbed on just in time. Ahhh yet another souvenir to add to the collection apart from the Sister Bliss autograph. The crowd however was just fucking annoying. Whole bunch of fucking under aged Ah Bengs and Ah Lians who look like their limping or suffering a epilepsy attack instead of dancing. There was this girl wearing a furry mock turtleneck that shoved herself into my space and wouldn’t budge. I was about to unleash some hard house air slicing action in hopes it’ll hit her head when I realised she was trying to get on to Tze. Hhahahahaahahah… I let her carry on rubbing herself against his arms. Afterwards at the mamak we were all sat there bitching about the crowd. Four of us, Tze, Ean, Alvin and me being the only girl just sat there going non-stop about the crowd in there. And all of us were unleashing some sorta hard house hand-swiping, butt kicking move in hopes to hit one of them idiots standing in our way. *LOL* Tze thought I was the one rubbing his arm when it was the girl with the furry shirt! Hahahaha.

Alvin told me some long haired ah beng was trying to come on to me while Ean was complaining about some Indian dude in his way. It was a fun night out on a whole…

After clubbing we went to Hartamas @ 4am for a drink at the mamak… Don’t ask me how many mamak’s we went to this week alone. Had some food and all and went up to Playerz Club for a game of foosball. And shit it was freezing cold with the air condition at full blast in there! To top it off we had sweat covering our body from all that clubbing.

Got home at 6am once again. Sneaked in and tried not to wake everyone up. Unfortunately dad woke up but that thank god I was already in pyjamas and pretended to be asleep.* LOL*

With the nea year looming by, once again my plans are being brought to the surface. Have to decide is I want to work full time or take a diploma. Shit. I can’t believe I have to make this friggin decision again now! I should be at uni not here. My mom had to go fuck everything up. And now I’m on the brink of loosing the chance to go back and continue studying the one course that I was doing well in. That just makes me wanna kill.

Also, Tze Wee (Tze’s sis) asked if I might want to consider working at a temp at Klue magazine. Since I write so much at the msg boards hahaha. And also since dance music is like an obsession to me after food, I figured why not? Not sure yet how it goes. But if I do take the job (if the editor decides to take me) then I’ll be getting to loadsa events for free. Lovely indeed.

Oh well, I guess I better start getting on with the write out before Dr. D decides not to pay me.

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