Sunday, June 19, 2005 |
23:45
Today was the day. The day that was supposed to be filled with non-stop and music filled fun. Alas, my expectations were not met and so henceforth I shall stop trying to meet up to the high expectations I always seem to have for almost everything I do, watch, attend or see.
So, Fete de la Musique. Arrived at the main campus of HELP at 10 am to take the bus to Low Yat Plaza to sign in. KL looked really empty. It felt a bit weird. To see KL too empty I mean. Roamed around a bit and even managed to stop by Borders at Times Square to browse around. I just love this book shop for its incredibly wide selection of books and manga and comics and graphic novels. Found the paperback 'The Invisible Ring' by Anne Bishop at an affordable price but can't buy it just yet because I just have too many (unread) books in my room as of late. I can't believe that they actually hold manga now but translated to English for us non-Japanese speaking or reading folks. Felt the strong urge to just charge it and scurry away to read them all. But can't as time was running out and we needed to be at Sungai Wang Plaza where I was stationed at.
I suppose I should reiterate on what my expectation of such a musical fest was going to be. I imagined a cool spot under a canopy where French or even local indie acts would casually play acoustic instruments to the crowd and pull them in with relaxing music and sultry vocals. But, no. All we got were head-bangers and emo rock or alternative-pop, I don't know anymore what they genre-ed themselves, screaming their lungs out to the shopping people whom were casting wary looks on us, the "groupies" I have dubbed us. Our job was to stir up some excitement among the crowd to get them revved up for the performances. Except I wasn't too up for the task as it was really sweltering hot and the supersized shirts that we wore were of all colours; black. A blistering black in this Malaysian heat. After a few screaming matches among each other over the decibel-blaring "music" we retreated into the cool interior of Sungai Wang to get some much needed refreshments. My parched throat was just screaming for anything ice-cold. Coke never tasted so good.
Returned for more same-sounding bands and thankfully the crowd was building up so we weren't needed that much and got to relax a bit. Still hot as usual but without the jumping around which was good. The only most interesting band of all the bands were this one band who had this saxophinist in their group and they called themselves a jazz rock band, which before today I have never heard of. Sadly, the bass and guitar riffs just drowned out the soothing sax sounds much to my disappointment. When our shift was over, we finally headed back to LYP where the main stage was located. And, lo and behold, there was this acoustic performance, with guitar and drums or maybe bongos, going on with some French dude singing in French! And everyone was all composed and just enjoying the music in a calm and collected manner. Now this was what I expected a French music festival to be. Not some moshing session with crazed head-bangers and emo-rockers. Why didn't I get stationed there? Of all the time to be at the wrong place and at the wrong time. I could only enjoy it for ten minutes tops before departing to go home and rest my weary head and feet.
I'm tired and I have a headache. Loud noises do not suit me well. My right ear seems to be ringing. Only slightly so I don't think it's a cause of concern. The fest is still going on till midnight. And there's supposedly better bands going up then. Unfortunately, we got stuck with the not-so-good ones. Don't plan to do this again next year.
Mom managed to acquire the 'Sin City' DVD for me today. (Don't tell anyone but it's pirated.) Yippee. Been waiting for weeks now. Hope to watch it soon even with assignments going on. And then there's tutorials too. Eeps. I'll just have to make time.
I have a new thing to do while surfing aimlessly in the web. Stumbled across a few sites which sold cool vintage shirts but are just too pricy for my purse. But there are some $10 shirts but after the conversion and shipping costs, it doesn't appeal to me very much in the end. So seduced to order them online but I don't think my dad would approve of me squandering e-money away on the web. Got. To. Restraint. Myself. I really like the shirts from Cotton Factory, Threadpit and Hoboco. Retroduck has a few cute ones too but doesn't hold a wide selection as the other three. Such. Temptation.
I love the yellow coloured vegetable tee from Cotton Factory.
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20 June, 2005 04:34oh my god! i totally had the same expectations as you about the french music festival! and the same outcome! but i wanna talk to you about it so i'll stop now and we'll chat about it the next time. i really wish i was at the lyp one then.. argh! sorry i couldn't go meet you.. father's day and all.
but yeah, what i wanted to say was... if you are seriously thinking of buying anything from the cotton factory, please please please please can you order shirts for me too? i'll totally pay for it of course and split the shipping costs with you and everything but yeah... actually to my recollection, i don't think they ship to m'sia but i guess you could ask them or something.
i mean, only if you're going to do it of course. not saying that you have to... :D but i want the 'please don't eat me! I'm chinese!' so badly.
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had this to say at 20 June, 2005 04:34
but yeah, what i wanted to say was... if you are seriously thinking of buying anything from the cotton factory, please please please please can you order shirts for me too? i'll totally pay for it of course and split the shipping costs with you and everything but yeah... actually to my recollection, i don't think they ship to m'sia but i guess you could ask them or something.
i mean, only if you're going to do it of course. not saying that you have to... :D but i want the 'please don't eat me! I'm chinese!' so badly.