Drag Racing Down Memory Lane

When I was a young warthoggggg

Talking about my childhood obsession with gaming in my previous post has got me feeling all nostalgic. With renewed semangat, I began digging through my collection of old photographs and movies and came across this video.

My friends and I shot and compiled this video quite a number of years ago during our college days, where the only things one our minds were cars, girls, more girls, and cars with girls in them. And maybe the occasional gay-joke, but that's a different story.

Watching this video reminded me of all the great people I've met during this period of my life, all the hours spent along deserted stretches of tarmac at ungodly hours in the morning, the camaraderie, the friendly (and not so friendly) rivalry, not to mention the many times where we had to hightail it with the police in hot pursuit.

Ahhh...the bliss of youth.

Now I'm an old fart who drives below the speed limit; believes that stock standard is better than modified; can't stay up past 2am without the help of an unhealthy amount of illegal substances; and politely pulls over every time a police summons me.

Yup, it's straight to the geriatric ward for me.

Good Old Days of Gaming

New CRPG...yummm!

I was at Amcorp Mall yesterday browsing through the collection of pirated...oops ...I mean original software *ahem*. So many games! So little time! Arghhh!! On a whim, I decided to buy 'Elder Scrolls IV : Oblivion', the newly launched chapter of the Elder Scrolls saga.

I have no idea why I did that though, seeing how I don't even have the time nowadays to scratch my arse, let alone indulge myself in 20 over hours of fantasy gameplay.




The reason I gave in....

Here's a bit of background on myself. I'm a certified gaming nut. If I lived in Spain, they would have called me 'Gamingo Nuto numero Uno!'. It was a habit I picked up back during my embryonic stage, where I would dance to imaginary Para-Para Sakura moves whilst still in a bagful of placenta-ic goo.

Alright, the above statement is utterly false. But I did pick up gaming at a relatively young age. I still remember my first gaming console, the then-state-of-the-art Micro Genius 8-bit wonder! *wooooh*.



I can vividly recall the day I bought it (after many many weeks of pestering my mom), took it home with me and removed it from its plastic bubble wrap. The machine was brand spanking new and it possessed more than 10 times the processing power of a game'n'watch (anyone remember those?)! An absolutely gob-smacking thing back in those days (yeah, I can hear all of you who are below 18 years old chuckling under your breath).

The very first game I got for that console was Contra, a 2 player game which required you to run around like a headless chicken while shooting at anything that moves. If it doesn't move, shoot it anyway. It might move later.

As you can see from the screenshot below, the game Contra boasted an amazing total of...ermm...16 colours, a resolution of perhaps 60x60 and two muscled, topless men who resemble Rambo. Addictive stuff!



My micro genius blessed me with several years of pure gaming bliss. Ahhh...who can forget Mario, and Bomberman, and Castlevannia, and...and...




And it went on and on....

As anyone can tell you, once you've been bitten by the gaming bug, you'll be hooked for life. From my humble microgenius, I moved on to the famed Sega Megadrive, Super Nintendo, Sony Playstation, Sega Dreamcast and so on.


(above: The 16-bit wonder, Segaaaaaaaa. Up til now, the ending theme of Sonic 2 rates as one of my favorite tunes ever.)


(above: I prefer it's Japanese name of Super Famicom. It sounds way cooler than 'Super Nintendo' don't you think?)


(above: My undying loyalty to Sega, eventhough they discontinued this machine about a year after I bought it...argghh!)


(above: My first PC gaming rig, a 486DX2 running at a blistering 66mhz...bwahahah. I think my current toaster has more processing power than that. I still loved it though, the PC I mean... not the toaster)


Time to Put my Gaming on hold

Alas, as with all other working folk, I now find that I just don't have the time to devote to this hobby of mine. My days are increasingly filled with work, work and work! And on the times when I do have free time, I'd rather spend it socializing with my friends rather than alone, thumbing away at some keypad.

That doesn't mean that all is lost though. Gaming still holds a spot in my heart, it always has, and I look forward to the time when I can retire....

....and spend the rest of my days trying to beat the darn lap record for Nurburgring in Gran Turismo.

Now THAT is what the Golden Years are all about.

Friday Night

It's getting late



I glance at my clock, it says 7:45 pm....

and it's a friday night.

Heaving a sigh, I walk over to my window and breathe in the warm evening air as I listened to the busstle of traffic beneath me. How strange, the feelings of isolation as one stands here. Suspended hundreds of feet in the air, so close yet so far.

I gaze out at the dark silhouttes of the buildings scattered before me. Row after row, they fan out. Stretching towards the horizon, as majestic as a retreating wave after it hits the shore. Their dark forms are illuminated by faint moonlight which trickles down from the inky blue heavens. A blurry twinkle of lights emanate from their half-opened windows, the only indication of human activity.

Looks like I'm not the only one working late tonight.

The office's air-conditioning suddenly feels cold. Turning away from the window, I move back to my desk. The numbers 7 and 50 blink cheerfully from the digital clock atop my pile of documents and folders. What a stark contrast with the lifeless feel of an emptied office.

I feel alone.

Malaysian War-zone

Will wonders never cease

The ever so wise foreigners who run international insurance companies have decided to classify our very own Melaka Straits as a war-zone. By doing so, they will be able to demand higher insurance premiums for ships which trawl the straits.


(above: Yup, it's a War Zone)

Laugh if you must. Call those ang mohs silly if you have to. Me on the other hand, I agree with them totally! C'monnn, any Malaysian who has ever visited Port Dickson can surely attest to have seen the following disturbing, war-zone like sights.

(1) War-zone-like picture, exhibit 1: Freedom fighter holding bomb

The individual in the photo below has been identified as a class-A war criminal, and just look at what he (or is it a she?...hmmm) is holding in his/her hand! It's a weapon of war! Somebody notify the bomb squad!



(2) War-zone-like picture, exhibit 2: Highly trained SEAL troops spotted

This group of hardy, well-trained, and war-like SEALs were spotted along the straits. The baby is allegedly their squad leader. Cunning.



(3) War-zone-like picture, exhibit 3: Genetically modified, mutant soldiers

This guy is obviously a genetically modified soldier. Look, he has gills beneath his nipples.



(4) War-zone-like picture, exhibit 4: Torture devices

Here, a spyshot was taken of a POW being cruely strapped to an electric chair.



(5) War-zone-like picture, exhibit 5: Mass rioting

Those are...ermm...smiles of anger and frustration.




See? I told you so

Having seen all the incriminating and disturbing evidence, the only conclusion that we can come up with is that the Straits of Melaka is full of war-like activities and blood-thirsty beasts. We should all thank the foreigners for correctly pointing out to us that a war-zone exists in our very own backyards.

So to all Malaysians who have never experienced what war is like, let me know and I'll try to organize a trip down to PD.

Don't Interfere in Islam, non-Muslims Warned

Oh Geez

Today's newspaper reported on the statements of a Minister in the Prime Minister's Department, Datuk Seri Mohd Nazri Abdul Aziz. In one of his speeces, he warned non-muslims that the Government will not hesitate to use the Sedition Act against those who insulted Islam.

Fair and well right, after all nobody likes to have their religion insulted. However, what if the tables were turned? If another religion was insulted, would the targeted group be allowed to use that very same Sedition Act to prosecute the perpetrators? Or does this 'sanctity of religion' only apply to Islam in Malaysia? Datuk Seri Mohd Nazri Abdul Aziz's statement reeks of biasness and hypocrisy to me. I wonder what will happen if a non-Muslim politician were to go on stage and warn Muslims not to insult other religions. He'd probably be hanged by his bollocks or something.

Same statement, different person, different consequences.


I insult you, you insult me, we are one big insultin familyyyy

Here's another thing, what exactly constitutes an insult against Islam? Is the mere act of drawing several silly cartoons (which are not even that funny in the first place) considered an insult? Would a non-muslim who questions Islamic Law be accused of insulting the religion? What about Muslims who question so-called Islamic laws, are those considered insults as well? Surely something which is divine in nature cannot be blemished or tarnished in any way through the actions of mere mortals like ourselves.

A person adheres to a religion because of their belief in its principles and its teachings. Does it matter if a few odd people here and there don't hold your religion in an equally high state of esteem? Will their derogatory actions and speech in any way diminish your faith, or the sanctity of your religion? If you answered no, then why are certain people still getting so worked up over a few supposedly negative comments (which aren't even all that negative when you get down to it)?


Religion is an important matter, especially to Muslims

Datuk what's-his-name then went on to say that "Religion is an important matter, especially to Muslims". What's with the use of the word 'especially'? Is he trying to say that religious matters are not important when it comes to other races?

I take that as an insult. Now according to preceeding events of a similar nature, I have every right to go about blowing up buildings, torching cars, protesting in fits of anger and condemning every single living thing on earth. But I wont. Because I believe I am better than that. I will not stoop to such depths just to 'defend' something which does not need to be defended by my earthly, ephemeral actions in the first place.

I am amazed that a country like Malaysia, which is supposed to be a model nation of multi-racial harmony, can be a home to one-sided, foolish neoradicals such as this. I thought that living side-by-side with other races will teach a person how to be more tolerant, not more defensive, like how a wild beast is when backed into a corner.

Looks like I was wrong.

Splash Goes the Birthday Boy

*Cough Hack Wheeze*

I had a pretty quiet weekend, which was alright with me, seeing as how I am still in the midst of recovering from quite a bad case of flu. Curse those germs! Because of them, I had to walk around my house with pieces of tissue rammed up my nostrils, not a very pretty sight.

Thank goodness I managed to recover somewhat by Saturday evening, allowing me to salvage my weekend; somewhat.


Birthday Gathering for Nai 'Pail'

Saturday night was the night of the big DJ Tiesto party over at KLIA; it was also the night of one of my friend's birthday gathering. Hmmm, decisions decisions. In the end, I did what any good friend will do, I eschewed the prospects of a night of frantic partying in order to celebrate a birthday of a friend; oh yah and to throw him into the pool as well.

Ahhh...you can't have a birthday gathering beside a pool without throwing the guest of honor in right? That would be.....against religion! *hyuk hyuk*

Here are a few photos from the gathering.


(above: The gathering was at a condo in Damansara Villa)


(above: The birthday boy is the one in the center wearing blue. The retard next to him is Simon, and yes, that's what he normally looks like when he forgets to put on his make-up)


(above: Ahhh, to be 24 again)


(above: I almost broke my teeth on one of those pieces of lamb. Tough does not even begin to describe it)


(above: This is the chef for the night. Someone please get him away from the BBQ pit!)


(above: 75.5% alcohol content does wonders to clear your sinuses...heh heh)


(above: I am sure you can guess what happened next....)


(above: Yup, no prizes for guessing correctly)

Mulsim Women's Rights in Malaysia

Freedom of speech?

I obtained this article from an e-mail which is currently circulating around. The author is purportedly Marina Mahathir, and this is a piece which she wrote for The Star. The newspaper however, saw it fit to censor and block the article from ever seeing the light of day on grounds that it was unneccesarily harsh on our government.

Was this a right decision, or is it just another case of over zealous censorship? You read and decide.

Marina Mahathir for The Star

In 1948, one of humankind's most despicable ideas, apartheid, was made into law in South Africa where racial discrimination was institutionalized. Race laws touched every aspect of social life, including a prohibition of marriage between non-whites and whites, and the sanctioning of "white-only" jobs. Although there were 19 million blacks and only 4.5 million whites in South Africa, the majority population were forced to be second-class citizens in their homeland, banished to reserves and needing passports to travel outside them, even within their own country. It was only in 1990 that apartheid began to crumble and South Africans of all colours were finally free to live as equals in every way.

With the end of that racist system, people may be forgiven for thinking that apartheid does not exist anymore. While few countries practice any formal systems of discrimination, nevertheless you can find many forms of discrimination everywhere. In many cases, it is women who are discriminated against. In our country, there is an insidious growing form of apartheid among Malaysian women, that between Muslim and non-Muslim women.

We are unique in that we actively legally discriminate against women who are arguably the majority in this country, Muslim women. Non-Muslim Malaysian women have benefited from more progressive laws over the years while the opposite has happened for Muslim women.

For instance, since the Law Reform (Marriage and Divorce) Act 1976, polygamy among non-Muslims was banned. Previously men could have as many wives as they wanted under customary laws. Men's ability to unilaterally pronounce divorce on their wives was abolished and in its place, divorce happens by mutual consent or upon petition by either spouse in an equal process where the grounds are intolerable adultery, unreasonable behaviour, desertion of not less than two years, and living separately for not less than two years. Compare that to the lot of Muslim women abandoned but not divorced by their husbands.

Other progressive reforms in the civil family law in the late 1990s were amendments to the Guardianship Act and the Distribution Act. The Guardianship of Infants Act 1961 was amended to provide for equal guardianship for both father and mother, rather than the previous provision where only the father was the primary guardian of the children. In contrast, the Islamic Family Law still provides for the father as the sole primary guardian of his children although the mother is now allowed to sign certain forms for her children under an administrative directive.

The Distribution Act 1958 was also amended to provide for equal inheritance for widows and widowers, and also granted children the right to inherit from their mothers as well as from their fathers. Under the newly proposed amendments to the Islamic Family Law, the use of gender neutral language on the issue of matrimonial property is discriminatory on Muslim women when other provisions in the IFL are not gender-neutral. Muslim men may still contract polygamous marriages, may unilaterally divorce their wives for the most trivial of reasons (including by SMS, unique in the Muslim world) and are entitled to double shares of inheritance.

These differences between the lot of Muslim women and non-Muslim women beg the question: do we have two categories of citizenship in Malaysia, whereby most female citizens have less rights than others? As non-Muslim women catch up with women in the rest of the world, Muslim women here are only going backwards. We should also note that only in Malaysia are Muslim women regressing; in every other Muslim country in the world, women have been gaining rights, not losing them.

In this country, our leaders claim to stand for all citizens. Our Prime Minister is the Prime Minister of all Malaysians, our Ministers work for all Malaysians in their respective fields. There are two exceptions to this. The Minister for Islamic Affairs is obviously only for Muslims; even though some of the things he does affect others. While the Minister for Women purports to work for all Malaysian women, even though not all Malaysian women benefit from that work. Perhaps we should consolidate the apartheid of women in this country by having a Ministry for Non-Muslim Women which works to ensure that Non-Muslim women enjoy the benefits of the Convention for the Elimination of Discrimination against Women, a UN document which Malaysia signed and is legally bound to implement, and a Ministry for Muslim Women which works to gag and bind Muslim women more and more each day for the sake of political expediency under the guise of religion.

Today is International Women's Day. Unfortunately only about 40% of the women in this country can celebrate. The rest can only look at their Non-Muslim sisters in despair and envy.

Let's Get It Started!

We look like ants

Here's the video of the dance we did in Melaka. The quality isn't great (waddaya expect from a DIY video?...heh heh) and the viewing angle makes it a bit hard to see what's going on, but ah well, it's better than nothing :) Click on the image below to check it out!

Can Stupidity Be Measured?

I wonder..hmmm



I don't know why but this thought suddenly came into my mind as I was sitting at my work space, staring blankly at a spot on the wall which looks suspiciously like a dried up, squashed lizard. Suddenly it hit me! (the idea, not the dried up, squashed lizard)...Has anybody ever tried to come up with a test which can accurate measure just how moronic a person is?

This idea isn't that far fetched. After all, there are literally zillions of IQ tests floating around on the Internet. Although most of them are quite lame, with results ranging from 'Congratulations, you are as smart as a 2-day old, autistic baboon', to 'Congratulations, you have the same level of intelligence as a piece of dead lalang', they all do have one thing in common - they are all mean't to act as some sort of barometer of a person's intelligence.

Now if I take that same approach and massage it a little, I am sure I can come up with something which can be used to accurately determine once and for all whether a person is truly dumb, or merely pretending to be.


Think of the possibilities!


(above: Bush doesn't know where his heart is)

They are boundless! Using my patented test (which I shall call Densa Mensa, hyuk hyuk, geddit? If you don't, then sorry to say, you..... are...... dumb), I'll be able to save the government and the taxpayer, millions of ringgit. How is this for a start, we will be able to rid ourselves of stupid drivers who insist on road-hogging, driving on the white lines, changing lanes without signalling and listening to Pussycat Dolls CDs in the car by having everyone undergo a mandatory stupidity test during their driving exams. That way, we'll be able to weed out all the morons and have them all packed into a crate and shipped to an uninhabited island such as Singapore where they can do no automotive-related-harm.

Intruiging eh? Wait it gets better. With my patented test, we'll be able to weed out all the people who come under the category of 'stupid' from the government departments, agencies and ministries. Although this means that Samy Vellu will probably be the first to go, and that we'll have no one left in the government and thus have to resort to making our own ICs out of scraps of nasi lemak wrapping, I still think my idea has merit.

Anybody has any suggestions of what sort of questions I should put into my Densa Mensa test?

PS : For people who can't wait for my test and must know NOW whether they are dumb or not, here's an online test for you. Enjoy

Price Increases - That's Life You Dummy!

Those greedy hawkers?

Here's something you won't read in the newspapers - Hawkers have a RIGHT to increase their prices!. No, I am not a hawker myself, neither are any of my family members hawkers (therefore ruling out any conflict of interest), but I say it because it's true!

Lately there's been such a hoohah over the increase in fuel price, and the alleged 'profiteering' by the traders and hawkers around Malaysia. Frankly, I find all this a tad bit silly and I believe that it stems mainly from people with no understanding whatsoever of the economic situation in Malaysia, and the world at large.

Here it is plain and simple, 'hawkers and traders will increase their prices in the face of rising living expenses'. To say that there is no basis for a price increase just because petroleum does not form one of the main components of say, a bowl of asam laksa is just plain misguided.


But..but..a bowl of mee sooo expensive nowadays oh!



Here's a hypothetical situation - Imagine that the cost of vehicle and house ownership in Malaysia suddenly doubled due to the meddling of an evil foreigner (think George Bush, George Soros, George Clooney bla bla bla). Such an event would definitely send our CPI through the roof, causing everyone to feel the pinch.

Imagine now that you are a hawker peddling char kuey teow by the streets of KL, and you are faced with the prospect of having to fork out an additional RM2,000 a month to pay for your house and car. What would you do? Why, you would raise the prices of your goods of course. It's only logical right? Now imagine someone coming to you and telling you that you have no reason to raise prices because char kuey teow is made from, well, kuey teow, tau geh and oil; and not from little bits of houses and automobiles. You would be forgiven for wanting to smack the person on the head with a piece of balled up kuey teow.



This very same situation applies to everyone everywhere, irregardless of your occupation. Whethe you're a manager or an executive, rising oil prices translate into increased living expenses; which in turn results in the desire for a larger raise, bonus etc. Face it, when you ask for a raise, you're basically increasing the price of your product (your time, resources, efforts etc). Despite the differing nature of the 2 products I'm talking about here (intellectual vs physical), parallels can and should be drawn.


It's a little thing called inflation



Some of my more mathematically inclined readers might do some basic arithmetic and come up with the conclusion that by raising the prices of their food stuff by say, 10%, hawkers are making more than enough to offset the higher price of fuel.

You would be correct to say that, but you're not looking at the whole picture. You have to add inflation into the equation. Malaysia's inflation rate nationwide is calculated to be around 4% give or take a few points. Mind you, that's Malaysia as a whole (including all those ulu kampung areas). If you zoomed down to KL and PJ, the inflation rate is much much higher. Studies have shown it to be anywhere between 6-8%!

With that in mind, it would be logical to surmise that hawkers should raise their prices by around 8% every year in order to break even. The thing is, most of them don't. Many hawkers (the ones i frequent at least) have peddled their wares at the same prices for 2 to even 3 years now! For a hawker who sells a bowl of mee at RM3.50, it basically means that he is underselling his product by at least 60 cents. So even if he were to increase the price by say, 30 cents, it would still be nowhere near the actual, inflation adjusted value of that very same bowl of mee he sold 3 years ago.

Corporate people expect to have pay increments of at least 10-15% a year, yet cry foul if other people such as hawkers, traders and business people aspire for the same thing. Instead of venting our fury at the alleged 'greed' of other people, shouldn't we in fact be working harder in order to ensure that our rate of pay increases trumps that of inflation?

Video from Melaka

The video you've been waiting for

Alright, this is not a video of the dance we did in Melaka. That one is still a work in progress (due to the lack of certain key hardware). The video I have here instead, is a video of Mark getting his butt smacked. Enjoy.

Partying, Melaka Style! - courtesy of Hitz FM

Let's Get It Started...Woo Hoo

Well folks, I'm backkkk! My last weekend literally flew by. Everything passed by in a psychedelic blur of vivid colours, hectic events, hard partying and blaring music. Fun, it definitely was, but such a cocktail of hectic activities is a sure recipe for physical exhaustion.

In case you're wondering what I'm talking about, I'm referring to Hitz FM's 9th Birthday Bash which was held in Melaka during the weekend. The event was basically one huge outdoor party from 3pm to 12:30pm, followed by an all-nighter at one of Melaka's more happening party spots.


(above: the line-up of performers)

My mate, and Malaysian artiste-extraordinaire *tan-tan-taraaaa* *drum-roll* Liang *cymbals* was invited by Hitz to perform his hit single 'Show Me Watcha Got' and my group of friends and I went as part of his dance crew. Our journey to Melaka began early last Saturday morning.....


Road to Hitz Street Jamz 2006



We planned to set off at 8 in the morning, but knowing how punctual Malaysians can be, it came as no surprise that we were an hour behind schedule (thanks to my dear friend Hazel). Anyway, it was no biggie, seeing that we only had to be in Melaka by 11am for a sound check. That gave us plenty of time, eventhough we were travelling in a big, bulky van whose horsepower can be counted using your fingers and toes.


(above: Mark looked exhausted while waiting, all thanks to...Hazel, muahah)

After making our first pit-stop for fuel and char siu paus, we were on our way. 150 kilometers of highway, oil plam plantations and suicidal motorists lay between us and our destination. A one and a half-hour drive through miles of plain, sterile, boring scenery...*yawnnn*.

Seeing as how we were driving to a Hitz FM event, it only seemed appropriate that we tuned in to Hitz FM during the journey. I am not a big fan of Hitz FM but I had no other choice, seeing that the alternative was listening a compilation of Chinese New Year songs (Xin Nian Tau, Xin Nian Tau *tong tong tong chaing*!), which would have felt really silly in March.


(above: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz)

We arrived in Melaka at right on time, not before passing by some pretty weird road signs. One of it was a digital displayed which showed the number of critical injuries and deaths in Melaka, followed by the greeting 'Welcome to Melaka'.

Talk about strange. It's like walking into a hotel and having the concierge say to you "Welcome! By the way, 58 people have mysteriously died in this hotel. I hope you enjoy your stay!".

Weird eh, only in Melaka I suppose.


(above: another unintentionally funny sign, posted in front of a clinic of all places)


Waiting, waiting, waitingggg...

With a few hours to go before showtime, we took the time to lounge around in our hotel rooms and brush up on some last minute dance steps.


(above: Doesn't he look like Castello from Julie's Biscuits?)


(above: Lounging in the hotel room)

I've always hated having to wait. There's just something about the act of sitting idly sitting around that really drains a person's energy. Oh well, at least I had my red bull to rely on. I consumed not one, but two cans at a go (I'm sure there must be some medical warning against this) just to make sure that I won't be punctured between the 2 dances.

Sad to say, it didn't work. Curse you Red-Bull!!!


(above: rrnnngghhhuuooouuggghhhh!! <-- A bulls mating call)


Malaysian weather sucks!!

At around 2pm, we had to all gather at a specially set-up tent to wait out the remaining few hours. One thing about outdoor parties in Malaysia, they sound better in concept than in reality. The weather is just to friggin hot for anything which requires you to leave the comfortable confines of an air-conditioned room. Within minutes, everyone was sweating by the bucket loads. So much for trying to look composed and cool eh...hahah.


(above: You can't tell from the picture, but it was stinkin hot, @%#$@%)


(above: The main stage for the night)


(above: Being girls, they were allowed to hog the only fan under the tent)


Showtime!

The event finally kicked off at around 3 pm, with the opening act consisting of our very own homegrown rappers, the K Town Clan. They put in a spirited, energetic performance and had the crowd pretty worked up in a matter of minutes.


(above: The K Town Clan)

This was followed by performances from DJ Rudy and JJ, Frequency Cannon and Refugeez to name a few. I didn't manage to take any photos though because by then, I had retreated to the air-conditioned confines of the shopping mall...hahah.





Our turn finally came around at 5:30. By then, the crowd had become pretty huge and everyone was really getting into the music. Great! The perfect kind of crowd to perform in front off. Nobody wants a stone, kayu crowd right?....so pai seh ler.

As always with any performance, there were some slight glitches here and there. The first one came about thanks to yours truly..hahah. I totally forgot one of the steps, but thankfully I managed to recover somewhat (I hope!). Of course, there were some issues with positioning and all, but all in all, both the crowd and ourselves had a great time.


(above: Can't tell that we are exhausted eh)

Right now, we're in the midst of digitizing the video we captured of the dance. Hopefully I'll be able to post it up sometime this week for you all to laugh at, ermm...I mean 'enjoy'.


(above: Me trying my best to look gangsta' and failing terribly at it)


Clubbing in Melaka

The street party stretched on till around 12:30 in the night and by then, the whole outdoor venue was crammed with people bopping and jumping to the music, courtesy of Jakeman. Once that was over, everyone convoyed down to Pure Bar for a night of partying.




(above: Spot the typo error)

Try as I did, I couldn't bring myself to stay up past 3am. Blame it on the fact that I'm getting old ... sighhh. The place was incredibly packed, and the music wasn't too shabby...but after a long and tiring day, all I wanted to do was sack out in the hotel room.

Goodness gracious! Did I actually say that??

NooOoOOo!!

The morning after

The next day, we got up pretty early and went for a little sight-seeing trip around Melaka. Of course no trip to Melaka is truly complete without stopping by for some Chicken Rice Ball.


(above: Bola Nasi Ayam)


(above: Attack of the Chicken Balls!)


(above: A quaint little shop in downtown Melaka)









We finally left Melaka at around noon. It was truly a smashing weekend, one that I was glad to be a part of. Regular readers will notice that this post consisted mainly of photos, with not much writing. Well like they say, a picture is worth a thousand words if you're too lazy to type.

Such a wise saying.