.Me in NYC.

Well I am barely online (for now), even hard to get on twitter until i get my internet access on Monday.

Meanwhile, catch me on my NY blog - but is set up for our homework n research updates.

www.soundandvision.wordpress.com )

I'll get back to this when I do get online at home.

Btw, I stay next to a Jazz bar at St Marks Place. Which is also known as "little japan".

Love my apartment, love the neighborhood.

N oh, my course mates r pretty cool too. ;)


Here's a cut of neverland - Coney Island:

.freedom.

I'm so inactive that I forgot that I have a blog.

Ohwell. 

Last weekend was a blast. Annual "2 days of Freedom" took place at Malacca @ Malaysia this year. With half the strength of our notorious wild-ass PD crew, this trip had not lack lustre nonetheless.

The lights and set up of the electronic music festival was so awe-inspiring, they made Zoukout looks like a trick-bag's joke. There were 2 arena, house/electro and brain-frying trance. Starring Ferry Corsten on Friday night and Above and Beyond on Saturday. The laser show, graphic projection and fireworks may not outdo the last one at Port Dickson (Tiesto), yet it is admirably mind-blowing. 

Yet the major spoil sport was that the evil night had to end at 2am, due to the ridicule of Malaysian public entertainment licensing and regulations. You will not even believe that alcohol was not allowed to be sold at a dance party. Regardless, all are forgiven for the good times and visual stimulation that blew our grandmothers' socks. 

Our madhouse bungalow after-party stays legendary.

Nothing beats a great time with the best crew.

If you are not there, you are not there.

.A picture a day.

Since i have thousands of un-uploaded pictures. Let's see if i can pull through this one.

Drawing all random old pictures. One by one.

India - Chennai. Dec 2008.

.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.

.playground.

A little carnival going on the beach where we had stumbled upon.

.dusty dust.

I'm back.

Left this space deserted for awhile coz I had no time to spend infront of a computer during my 17 days venture in india. Wanted to stay off tec-no-lo-gy for awhile. And was too lazy to be writing too.

Now im back to reality, let me recollect my thoughts and share my long yearned trip to Goa in abit. Right now, i gotta have some food.

Good thing i don't have to go back to work tomorrow.

Damn i want to be a full time traveller.

One who can afford to be.

.PART OF THE WEEKEND NEVER DIES.

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

Fuckin' party mayhem.

.tokyo raider.

Just got back from Tokyo. 

It was a breather. A break needed, a break indeed. 

I shall not mention that the relieve was stunted again the moment i landed back home, for some nasty news i had received along my short ride home. It's not life threatening, but it sure is like a jab to my almost rested mind. 

Though, that aside, i shall not let it tarnish the fact that it was a good trip i had in tokyo land. It is probably my 4th or 5th time there, each time hosting the irresistible agenda of ripping my pocket for the omnipresent shopping list of forgotten items. 

I was to be there for the Tokyo Game Show 2008. A family-business summon to take a peek on the preview of imminent and ever-changing gaming trends. Not my personal interest for sure. But it was still good to be there - immersing in the blasting, overlapping sound and music from hundreds of game-televisions where thousands game titles played at the same time. Not forgetting to mention some wacky Cosplay talents struggling in their oversized head and boots, and a convention filled hot "kawaii" babes posing around like race queens for the eager men to beautify their photo albums with. 

Food is great, period. I had warned myself to keep to MacDonald's and vending machine foods if i want to save more money for other imminent trips or facial packages if I wanted any. But the glutton lost the perennial war yet again. 

Didn't manage to get to the infamous Freak Town - where freaks hang out. Yoyogi park is the place where a freak themed park has free entry entitlement. I had a major party the night before so i slept till late on the only day where they cluster for a ultimate clashing, freakfashion big bang. Yea, big bang every sunday.

Talking about the party. I need to be a total schmuck at this point. Count my lucky stars, we happened to be there when Diesel xXx Party TOKYO - was happening right there right then that weekend. Madness i tell ya. 3 halls at Makuhari Messe convention hall. I think there were a good 20,000 crowd. Soulwax played a live set - and they totally blew my socks off. Fuck with the capital F awesome.

Was at Womb too. THE club to go in Tokyo.Was there for 2ManyDJ's. Who are the same guys from Soulwax, and played at Diesel XXX party the night before too. Got in late. 1 hour - made full use of it. Never too late to have fun. 

The club's interior, as opposed to my expectation, looks bare and nothing fancy - but, the people are lovely.  see the look on their face when they raise their arms in unison, their eyes squinting against the rhythmic lights and thumping their feet on the wooden flooring to sync into the heart-thumping beats. 

"Just me and my music" was that one line that beamed out from my head (or was it my heart i'm not sure) like those green laser text that gets projected out on the big big wall behind the DJ's deck. I can't be at more than a right place at this right time. I thought. The line continues to echo to the music. "Just me and my music...." 

Interestingly, there was this same wall banner at both the Diesel xXx party and at Womb, it wrote a line i couldn't stop gazing at as I stomped my 2 left feet to the happy music. "Part of the Weekend Never Dies" - it wrote. How apt. Like the effervescence pill in water, those prickly/ prickling worries started to sizzle away along with the blasting, semi-orgasmic music.

Love their super neon dancing city lights. 

Love a city that doesn't sleep. 

Love the luxury of seeing, hearing and tasting life.

Love Tokyo.

 

.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.