The Idea Of North in Alexis Bistro

Absolutely fantabulous!
We had such a great time in Alexis Bistro last night. They are way better than they sound in radio or the CD. You guys who missed out due to some lame-ass excuses — rain, too late at night, girl not coming & what not — you really should have come.

They dropped by Alexis Bistro before heading out to Penang Jazz Festival this weekend. My initial plan was to journey north to Penang and hear them out. But the plan fell apart due to lack of participation… a blessing in disguise! One and a half hours of The Idea Of North (compared to 30+ minutes in Penang Jazz Fest)! Ahhhh… pure musical orgasm!

The Idea Of North in action. Nick (did I get his name right?) singing the melody part.
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By the time we arrived at 9.40pm, the place was already pretty packed. The seats were all booked, so we were left standing in some awkward corner behind a partition board. At least we had quite a good view. They were very funny and entertaining, their antics and all that. They crowd couldn’t get enough of ’em! We couldn’t get enough of ’em! I couldn’t get enough of ’em!
Did I say they were real good? Shame on you for not attending.

Some high ISO photos…
(the host didn’t allow me to take photos near the stage, so I curi-curi tangkap gambar kat belakang. Heh heh!)
[To photo gear-heads, all these are D70s at ISO1000. You don’t see any noise, eh? =) ]

2 crazy fans: Henry + me. Photo by another not-so-crazy fan: Sear Haur.
They’re really friendly. Photo taken during their break time.
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That’s Nick serenading a pretty young lady from the crowd. In fact, he used the name of the lady in the song. That lucky girl…
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I forgot what song was it. But I can assure you it was good.
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This part was really funny. The boys were simulating the trombone. Then Nick’s forgot to pull back his ‘trombone’ and went ‘out of tune’. Andrew (in pin strips) helped pushed Nick’s imaginary ‘trombone’ back into position… making the ‘piiiiiiyekk’ broken-record sound. The crowd went crazy! Really hilarious.
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Nick was singing a song about going to the pub/bar/club and got rejected by an ugly fat lady. Andrew was doing the electric bass guitar sound. While the girls were doing the ‘angklung’ sound when Nick reached the ROTFLMAO chorus. Bwahahahah!
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It was almost the end. Couldn’t make out a single word they sang. But no matter, since they admitted even they themselves are not really sure they pronounced all the words correctly. It was a very fast song with 2000 words. Each of them got a chance to do their thang in between the song. That was Andrew doing his thang — simulating the cello/double bass.

In between those photos, there were other even more hilarious moments and superb performance. Aku terlalu asyik menghayati persembahan mereka, so I just didn’t bother to take any pictures. Siapa suruh engkau tak pergi?

If they drop by KL again next year, please don’t miss it. It’s really worth it, even if I had to pay 25 Ringgit to stand behind a partition board.

F*ck the KNNCCB Ceramah Subur

The title means ‘dawn speech’ in Malay. And this is a religion-bashing rant post, you have been warned. I don’t care if you flame me. Better yet come flame me lah if you like to f*ck donkeys.
I’m a peace loving guy, but I seriously think this way too much to tolerate. Next time when I buy a house, I’m gonna freaking make sure there’s no religious buildings within a mile radius (es-f*cking-specially a mosque!).

So here I am, ranting like a lunatic with my eyes bulging instead of being soundly asleep. Tiu gau nia mah chao hai – lou dao mou lanjiao – kan neh nah chao chee bai – ass f*cking gay b*stard son of a biatch with a maggot-infested rotting face that no mother can love – bapak berkacuk dengan kambing untuk mendapat anak sial tu [your father fucked a goat to get a shitface like you]! F*ck… f*ck… f*ck… f*ck… FAAAAAAARRRRRRK!
This is what happened…

My house is situated right in front of a mosque. Not a small surau kind of thing, but a large, full scale mosque complete with big ass lo-fi speakers all over — like ornaments on a Christmas tree. So I was sleeping soundly at night, as I semi-woke-up to flip and turn at about 6.25am Sunday morning. Then I heard some voice speaking in Malay. Ahh, I thought… the usual dawn prayer from the mosque.

However, it wasn’t a freaking prayer, it was a bloody ceramah. It basically talked about everything. And the chee-bai mouthed ulama/imam/whoever turn the volume all the way up.

So I woke up fuming mad. I went to the living room, thinking perhaps I’m able to avoid the mind-numbing ceramah from the mosque and grab some sleep on the couch . But there’s no escape. My whole house is like a THX-certified Dolby Digital surround system. The ceramah can be heard everywhere in the house, EVERY-F*CKING-WHERE!

For 40+ minutes, the fella just kept ramblin’ on and on and on about some youngsters-avoid-crime-advice shit like an insane heretic. Even my dad sleeping in the master bedroom (front of the house) also cannot tahan the incessant yapping.

Since I’m gonna get a lot of flame for this post, I might as well go all the way.
F*ck you all inconsiderate Muslims! If you can’t respect others, don’t expect others to respect you. You think you’re oh-so-great and above the law in Malaysia you can go round pushing you poke-marked-sumo-sized ass into my face?
I tell you what… Go and f*ck your non-halal pig-faced male-virgins in the nine h*lls hingga kotek kau putus kena hisap syaitan [’til your penis breaks off getting a blowjob from satan]! From now on, I’m treating Muslims in Malaysia as guilty-until-proven-innocent on a with case-by-case encounter.

I got sooooo pissed off that I had to record the ceramah and let you guys listen. It’s a 1-minute mp3 clip, try looping that for 40+ minutes while you try to sleep. You’ll go nuts! (For the original mp3 click here.)

What the f*ck is happening to Malaysia? Have these imams and ulamas no concern for people of other religion (or people who wants to sleep)? These kind of shit never happened for all my life staying in front of that mosque. I hear their prayers all the time and I’m OK with that. I respect that they have to pray. But why in the damned h*ll do they have to turn up the volume, and choose a soprano-pitched f*cktard to give the bloody ceramah at six in the morning for 40+ minutes?!?!?!

The mosques in Malaysia are getting more and more erratic and are wasting so much of people’s money building so many mosques that look like palace. It was after all those Pak Lah’s KNN-lao bu Islam Hadhari shit, and proclaiming Malaysia as an Islamic state that crazy-imbecillic-hypertension-inducing ceramahs like these are becoming a serious nuisance. F*ck you lah, Pak Lah! You spineless hamsap lan-jiao-with-only-a-reptilian-brain who couldn’t manage our country but only cares about f*cking your new wife’s lao-chee-bai down in your 60 million Ringgit Australian home.

In Cantonese we say: giving birth to a piece of char-siew is even more useful than you being born. You are even less halal than a million pieces of char-siew. Even the air you & your f*ckface son-in-law breathes out are non-halal and cursed. I really hope you die in a heart attack when you f*ck (I pity that lao-chee-bai… ~ptooi!)! Same goes for the rest of the UMNO cock-suckers (especially the cheebai-less & lanjiao-less MCA)!