On The Street
It’s nearly 2:15am and I’m waiting for my hair to dry so I can just collapse on the bed and sleep til the weekend is over. Today was the hottest and wettest day ever and the Street Party HAD to be on, lah.
Felt kinda charitable this morning so I decided to hop over to offer my ‘kuli’ help. Hey, Street Party is for charity okay, and I feel guilty that I ffk-ed Shirley for the Taman Megah sale last week.
So at 6 it started to rain. You could actually tell who were the MUSA people just by looking around at the faces. Those in MUSA looked like their favourite pet hamster had just been run over by a truck. By 7pm, it got heavier, and at that time, I got stuck in the… storage tent. With the two emcees (JJ or J-squared as they prefer to be known) constantly sneaking ‘pervy’ glances at the hot bods of the hip hop dancer chicks practicing in a corner of the tent.
Aih, tengok hujan pun lagi syok. 
That was just the beginning.
This was the rain at its max, while they were doing soundcheck. 
The fellas sit there macam malas edi; stupid rain dampened everyone’s mood.
I was stoning in that tent for like forever.
Then the rain slowed to a drizzle and people began to show signs of life. Either that, or they were really hungry. The Tennis Club’s Beef Bulgogi catered from an authentic Korean restaurant opposite the Australian embassy was the ultimate yummiest. The most exotic crowd-puller in the food category had to be
Tracy’s chocolate fountain. I was so desperate to get my hands on the strawberry fondue that I was first in the queue.
I guess the most value-for-money would be the…. urm… the MBC’s Ramly burger. Ha ha. I got it for free after midnight. I think it should be called value-for-no-money-at-all. But it’s good; I’m eating it now and for something about 6 hours old, it’s still quite firm and not all over the place. I sound like I’m talking about tits.
CPA Club has a really queer way of going about doing charity work. They had this ‘donate money for a go at catching fish’ thing going on, and you get to keep the fish you manage to catch. The thing is, most of the people who caught the fish did not rear fish at home. Never mind, as Chor Min Ex CPA president put it, "They sacrificed their lives for a good cause." Amen to that.
Carven belanja me one round and I was trying to catch some because I wanted a fish Ramly burger, but I guess I’m just too slow. Even at home when I want to wash the fish tank, trying to scoop the fishies out into a pail takes ages.
Bumped into Siew Bing and Yvonne. It’s funny how that we hung out like every day in Australia but when we get back, we both have our own group of friends.
Weird, kan? Or maybe I’m just anti-social.
Then I go watch Lightcraft perform, and got their CD since I liked their songs so much. I could have just burned them from the demo CD they handed in for the audition, but, nah. For once, I support the original music industry. Enrico and the rest were kind enough to autograph it for me; I felt awfully like a groupie, but what the hell rite.
Watching J-squared in action. 
Aries, whose birthday I missed last week (many sorries dude! we know what happened), J and I. 
I have this really stupid thing with funny food and places with funny names (remember the BlowHole in Tasmania) and I just can’t resist taking silly pictures. Everyone already give up on me.
This HAS got to be the UGLIEST photo of myself ever. But the choc banana fondue was amazing. 
Ok, that’s it. My hair’s partially dry, the Ramly burger in my tummy is giving me the sleepy buzz, and I’m beat.
