.be kind, unwind.

Muaha.

Time. 

Finally i have a bit now. Just a little, mini, pint size break. 

Had been entirely devoured by work since I'm back from my mini holiday. Phoo. It's payback time from those guys to me going away. 

Bali was great. Oh wait, or was it awesome? >:)

Definitely I needed a holiday, and a holiday indeed. It was an impromptu decision to go on the trip. So whoever that was ready-gamed, caught the magic carpet ride. Pity it was on such short notice, if not more of some crazy jackass friends out there could have joined us there as well. (Yvonne, Hannah, BQ, Dickie and BRONZEE - till the next one aye? :)

As good as it was queer, there were some disruptive incidents schemed by the seeming Holiday-Destroyer of the higher force. 

Like getting stopped by traffic police for not wearing helmet, security barging in trying to throw some of us out of the hotel even thou' we were paying guests, getting stopped by the traffic police for not helmet again, picking up a dead rat by what's left of it - it's tail, in the morning thinkin it was fish remains I fed the cats in the villa, breaking my toe from kicking a chair in the hotel room, losing my air ticket, paid for a one way ticket home (and then finding the ticket when we got back home). Still, I'll reckon we could use some dash of spice for a regular retreat.

As witnessed, I had totally lost the last bit of sanguinity along this trip. Being zen is so last year. I think I was taking the chance to let go of the canned fumes and feuds I had myself contained in these past months at work. Snarling and barking like a rabid dog sure didn't look good, but it certainly felt darn good. 

Here's to great skies (featuring wicked clouds transformation from galloping unicorns to evil rabbits), breezy night bike rides (in Kimono/ Yakuza robes), nice big villa and its private icy pool, cheesy ultra-violet light disco-pubs along Legian Kuta, surfing-but-not-surfing at the sun-baking beach, great array of food (organic ones especially) and fond new memories. Revisiting Bali didn't make it lack lustre at all. 

Of course, what's one without the companionship of great friends? These are the people that make the holiday. So here's to D, W and T for being (so fuckin') spectacular. 

Not much pictures chronicled from this trip. Because we were so fuckin' busy having fun.

Here's a piece of our memories:

-Jumps-

Ouch.

Oh, that was reality.

.mosaic music festival.

Atlas.

I'm wriggling into my blog again in attempt to "un-dormant" it. Before it goes into screen saver mode.

I've been warned not to be too lazy with updating my blog as a form of ungratefulness to some who has taken the effort to check back religiously everyday. (Thanks Bronzee. Tsk.) So I will keep sleep-writing.

Since I moved in to the new place, i've enjoyed chilling at home more than ever. Ever. Ever. Ever. Listening to Stacey Kent while my fingers tapped on the keyboard, like it's a piano that I wished I had known how to play.

For 3 wkends I invited my homies over for some mashing-button good times on my very guests-welcoming home gadget - PS3. Makes me wonder my friends enjoy popping by to hangout with me or my PS3. I still love them anyway.

It was a good week. Mosaic Music Festival came and gone. A great music fiesta I've painfully waited a year for. Caught some really good gigs - PSAPP, Of Montreal, Battles, Cinematic Orchestra, Skye (vocalist of Morcheeba) and Melanie Pain (Nouvelle Vague). 

I have to say Skye n Psapp were my fav gigs. Psapp playing a lovable genre of "toytronica" slapping plastic fish onto the mic, winding old clocks and toys, and squeezing a squeaking plastic chicken is definitely my kind of thing. Yea really. Skye, needless to say. She fell from the sky and brought Morcheeba closer to my ear and heart. Very endearing performers, 2 of them. Oh not forgetting how divinely butterscotch sweet Melanie Pain's voice can be. Lazy, sexy, soft-porn kinda voice. Like sizzling cotton candy crystals on a buttery hot plate.

Of Montreal n Battles were rather entertaining in their own quirky way too. Totally eccentric bunch of dudes. It would have been better if UVA came along with Battles to do a live set. I would just get a mind cramp on site. The music scene here needs to know that it's wayyyyyyyyy about time to bring in audio visual installations as part of their music bonanza. Visual stimulation is not just a perk. It's essential. 

Now that I've taken a back seat chilling out more than I have my ass boogie-ing at night joints, this music festival has nicely quenched my insatiable thirst for great tunes - in a slow, groovy way. I'm happy. 

Music is my soul food.

Keep feeding me.

Here's a lovable one by Psapp. ;)

WE SEE MUSIC #EXYZT - BOOMBOX!

They did it again.

I haven't even gotten over the last project they did and now they are here to give me another attack at the heart. It's brain frying and I am totally disgusted at the people who are there in place of me. 

EXYZT latest projection mapping music/lights/architectural installation - BOOMBOX took place on 4th Oct 2008 without sending me a black envelope sealed with a private invitation to this event. How dare they. I need to be there next time. Take me to France. Please.

 

Watch high-def video here. 

Warning - Not for the faint hearted and weak mind.

On a side note, the last scene looks very much like HBO's glory project - Voyeur done last year. Whatever, they still rock my Grandmother's socks.

HBO Voyeur (If you have no clue about this - you should.)

.horrorween. *PICS ADDED

It was halloween on fri night.

Had a crazy time.

Bunny girls, French maids and Fallen Angels gives me the shudders. Surfeited by dressing up in the cutest, sexiest, hottest costumes. I have decided to go the other way. To appear in the most horrific and horrendous outfit i can. Nah. I don't mean blood and gore. Just plain being disgustingly repulsive.

Inspired by my recent Japan trip and its erotic culture (i'm sure you've heard of their infamous used-undies vending machine), I've decided to go as a dirty old man who goes around stealing and sniffing panties. Yeah.

Along with 2 very sporting gal pals - Fiona and Stacey, we gals are also supposed to be the old pimps to our crew of 9 hot hot hot Liang Po Pos (Grannies) cross-dressed by the boys.

While the oldlady-boys gets beamed by attention from the chuckling amused chicks, you can say that we ladies have discovered the best way to turn off any men in the world. Any. Overnight, dissipated any possible interest from any guys who used to harbour any sexy thoughts on us. Fantastic.

We had fun. We looked into the mirror, gags, and laughed at ourselves again. The challenge was to go as ugly as we can. And if anyone feels like wacking us (from being excessively appalled) in the night, the person wins. I had a close fight with Fiona.

The guys were the happiest though. They've discovered that 80 yrs old grannies with sagging water-balloon boobs attract more attention from chicks than being seen in their smart Armani's.

I dig halloweens. Its the only time of the year that i can let go and release my innate roleplay desire. Tsk.

Here are some NEWLY ADDED pics from the night.

*Pictures courtesy of our favorite PD party photographer - Warren. :D 

.new glitches.

I received an E-flyer in mailbox from ElectroLab/Esplanade some time back. Secret Mommy. Hmmmm.. the flyer looks good, the word "glitch" in the description accentuated from the string of text. So I decided to go for it. All the better if I don't know what to expect. 

It was a refreshing listening experience. I couldn't put my finger to if it was mind-blowing or the kind you know you could tap your feet to. You will try, then you will miss a beat and catch on after you've synced in again. It's mind-boggling - in the most interesting ways. The kind you cock your head to like a puppy listening to new sounds from an ice-cream van, but it is also the kind that I know that THIS is what and how music is spoken - his way. 

Andy Dixon aka Secret Mommy  (as random as it can be) collects sounds. And he spins them into musical stories. From what he hears on his way to the post office or from his 3 minutes introduction to the crowd "Hi I'm Andy..I'm from Vancouver. Well I don't know.. " (loops). 

We had a mini chat after his live set, to find out hes also a visual artist, who did all his album designs and music videos. He sees music too. Way, dope.

Listening to him let me think about how most today give a lotta shit about what people think and say about their creation, so they tend to or end up creating for what people want and not themselves. I condone the rationale as it's still great on the receiving end, just that the raw beauty of creation corrodes along swiftly with this urban culture transaction when creating has become such convenience. Guess thats how I have increasing appreciation to those brave ones, who do something which sometimes they themselves don't even understand. 

Experiment, experiment, experiment.

Andy has some albums for sale on site. One which had a molar tooth on its cover. After the live set, heres the dialog i overheard:

Gal: What's this album on?

Andy.D: AWW..this album is on the dental check I last went, when my wisdom tooth got extracted. It has got the most AWEFUL sounds in it... it sounds really AWEFUL....The whole album is inspired by my whole experience on my tooth extraction.. really AWEFUL.... -pause-  But. I really love this one. You gotta have this. 

 

I like this guy. He's real.

Keep living your passion. :)

.PART OF THE WEEKEND NEVER DIES.

DIESEL XXX TOKYO - Makuhari Messe Convention Centre (x 3 halls)

Fuckin' party mayhem.

.i see you.

Privacy in the digital age.

.tumbling.

Went Batam for some tumbling cable-ski action. Didn't take long to reaffirm my lost sport genes. It was raining through the day, which makes it less inviting to go out there to display my "how to fall into the waters in 101 ways" attempts. Wouldn't mind trying silly if not it was so darn freezin' cold. I felt like a wet, fur-less puppy. So i went to nap in the hut instead. 

It was a good day trip though. Had a superbly great time chilling in the hut over some beer and some random music. It was a day to go slow. And i kinda needed that. The only price to pay, its the major shoulder and arm muscle ache i've gotten from the sudden-jerk of the cable. Felt like it was a sport designed to snap your arm out of your shoulder. I speak for the beginners that is. The pros are like flying tarzans in the waters. 

There was Bob- The dog. Okay, I just name it Bob coz' it looks like one. He's a lovely lil' rascal. And there were some monkeys too, and the yelping baby monkey held my hand. :)

The ferry back was awesome. Just chilling to the breeze at the deck of the boat. That serenity and smell of sea-breeze is sensational. In the calm sort of way. 

I would wanna go back there again.