As Suanie Sees It

When? 18 March 2006 (Sat)
Where? Sepang, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Who? DJ Tiesto aka Tijs Verwest aka trance god
Why? Renault F1 Pit Party / Asian Tour 2006
$$$? RM67 (pre-sale), around 15 Euros

First of all, thanks to Spongefox for the tickets and some ‘closer’ pix, and Janice for the vids and pix.

Kenneth drove and we reached the KLIA Limousine Shuttle Bay (with some confusion) at around 8.30 p.m. Since it was Renault’s party, they had one of their cars on display but I didn’t go there to look at sexy chicks in seriously tight lycra. So yeah, no photos of them.

People people lots and all sorts of people

The first opening act was already playing — Derb and Drum Connection were bloody fantastic! Their energy level was very contagious; I wish I’d been there earlier.

Then Francis Cobb & Bass Agents came on, his ‘working the crowd’ was a bit off but oh well. Around 10.15 p.m. he made way for some lion dance show… it was a bit wtf but Tourism Malaysia probably had a hand in that…. Then some fellas lined up to play the kompang and 10.30 p.m. Tiesto appeared. Yeay!

(So the 5 hour set promise was fluff… )

The opening was great… I was just a tad stunned to see him live, albeit from a distance but better than pixelated, you know. Then something ridiculous happened — 10 minutes into Tiesto’s set, some dudes came from nowhere and plonked their fat arses beside us and konked out. WHAT THE….. shitheads who just want to pop pills, get high and get knocked out should stay in whatever ulu disco they frequent, instead of sabotaging our movement space. FFS it was only 10.45 p.m. … omg fucking noobs.

Anyway…

Tiesto played the first set from ‘In Search of Sunrise 5′, then tracks from the album ‘Just Be’ and later ‘Magikal’ then ‘In My Memory’… Halfway into the show there was this little Indian dance troupe that was meant to complement the ‘muhibah’ spirit of Malaysia, seeing that the Chinese lion dance and Malay kompang dudes already did their stuff… but these dancers, they were good to watch.

Btw I hate whistle blowers like that.

There was also a female singer whom I’ve seen in some of Tiesto’s live gigs vids, not sure of her name, she was ok,rather good and happy and lively and all that, except that I wish she’d stop massacring ‘As The Rush Comes’.

When Derb & DC were playing, Kenneth told me that he saw PassedOutBen and suggested that KinkyBlueFairy should be there as well. Sure enough, this is a photo I nicked from KinkyBlueFairy:

We kept dancing and drank some while Tiesto worked the crowd to a feverish pitch; great presentation, great lighting, great showmanship, great atmosphere and from what I could see on the big tellies, he was phenomenally happy. A++ all the way.

And if anyone remembers the name of this track and let me know, I’d be most happy and highly grateful: Thanks bobdoom from the Tiesto forums!

Something else noobish happened as well;
the organisers ran out of warm beer to sell.
Sien.
Though at any rate they were so much better
Than the Zoukfest organisers
Yeay.
There was also laser lights,
Blinding they were to my eyes,
Sien.

But I suppose they do look quite pretty
When they are not glaring directly at me.

Overall it was fun and I was happy
Even though my limbs were weary
If you think I bitched too much earlier
It’s only ‘cos I spent quite some time preparing this post for ye.

We left at around 2 a.m. just as Tiesto played ‘Love Comes Again’. I was told later that he ended with ‘Traffic’ for his encore — not surprising and I told you so

We limped out to the car
Didn’t get too far
Before we had to stop to pee
Then we got hungry
So off we went to William’s
Who was still open, bless ‘em
And all the dancing that I did
Went down the drain when I eat
Damn it Suan ‘Kate Moss’ Nie
You go all out to elude me.

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Added:

When friends stood you up over 6+ hours for food, they become willing participants to camwhoring sessions. Except for KY, who has a Mother Earth-instilled generous selfless nature and is always willing to share his good self with the rest of the unworthy humankind.

Today we shall be exploring the various human expressions.

First there were the grins.

Then came the sulks.

And pissy wissy.

Which led to hamsapness.

They also paid for late lunch/early dinner and accompanied me to watch SATC reruns for the rest of the evening. Thanks Paul and Kenneth! May you not fly 6+ hours aeroplane next time. Even I don’t do that… heh…

Since my hair is still wet and my tooth ache = can’t sleep, might as well post the photos now. Most photos are from Jaime’s camera, some were taken using my phone camera.

So, the result of this and this.

Merry Christmas kthxbai.

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Not in the mood for ‘real’ blogging as I’m rather beat and can’t wait to finish reading Anne Rice’s Queen of The Damned, so here are some more filler photos.

A couple days ago, Horng, Carol, Fireangel and I went to the Wong Kok Char Chan Teng in SS2.

And yesterday Paul, Fireangel and I went to KLCC to meet KY.

We were rather late.

Together with Spongefox, we had dinner at Shrooms, KLCC.

Llater Erna and Eyeris came by, and we went to Rum Jungle.

It was fun.

The end.

There are some things in life that you just can’t run and hide from, one of which is getting older simply because… well one is just too old to run. Undoubtedly most of you would remark, “no you are not old, you are still so young etc”. But I can tell you this much — my youth deserted me over the weekend.

Hence the Salonpas pain relieving patch thingy on my arm. I don’t do sports, I don’t run, I don’t have hardcore sex, I don’t do a Yehudi Menuhin on my Stradivarius down South; the ache just quietly crept in. The patch thing works so good that I now have some over my back and neck, and I shall go buy some more.

Yes it is a mid twenties life crisis sort of thing.

Last Saturday I attended a colleague’s wedding dinner at the Ah Yat Abalone Forum Restaurant, located at Jln. Pudu opposite the Tung Shin hospital. Post-beer, of course.

Anyway I almost skipped it because I wasn’t really feeling up to it (refer to patch thing on arm photo above). Jaime said that I had to attend, because there would be abalone which is of course a Chinese delicacy; an abalone dish at a wedding dinner is some sort of a status reflection — “WE ARE RICH WE ARE RICH WE ARE RICH!!!” That was my impression growing up anyway.

The dinner was good, more to do with friends and colleagues I’ve known for years. Okay one last thing on abalone — I don’t understand why it’s a delicacy; it tastes rubbery, it tak serap rasa, it’s not economically feasible and one tiny serving of it doesn’t exactly leaves me hankering for more.

/end absurd traditional Chinese notions of good food rant

But I’ll show you a photo of it anyway, along with some other stuff I ate yesterday.

There, the abalone with mushrooms on top left. Okay, it looks good I admit, but we all know that looks can be very deceiving. Or maybe what I’m trying to say very inarticulately is that it doesn’t taste as good as it should with how it looks. Ahah!

And next to it was Sunday lunch. KY blogged about it here. One fish for one person, yay so happy!

And I had coconut water and maybe 18 hours later, a small cake bought from Cold Storage. Part of their Xmas cake sale thingy. Cake is always good.

Here are some random people.

And here’s a backdated photo of when we were at Thai Club, when I was feeling more springy than I am now.

And here’s a Suanie.net fan spelling my name with her lithe youthful body.

Bwahahahahahaha so on! Thanks Joel

And this is HB on the front page of Metro Ahad, 27 Nov 2005. The smudge bit on the top right was because I don’t really want to see dead bodies on Monday morning.

Like we do not have a bigger problem at the moment, eh? Hello? Cops? Corruption? Stripping? Ear squats? More Chinese nationals lodging police reports about being mistreated when they were here in Malaysia?

Priorities I tell ya.

Which led me to thinking; even NST has gone tabloid-size. Who is gonna be respectable now?

Malaysia, this is as good as it gets. Sorry about being cranky and pessimist and all that. It’s the strained muscles, I swear.