Written by lainie at 02:02 AM on April 7, 2006 in Daily Life.

So. Wayang Kata last night was funkified - and I am considering thwacking the heads of everyone who said they would, but did not, attend it.

“In Britain today, it's all about your roots, your identity, but there's banana bio yoghurts over there who've got more live culture than me. I've got to get out of this place! I'm having a negative epiphany in the dairy section of Tescos - Double disgrace to my race! a crisis of chineseness surrounded by cheese.”

[ I laughed so hard at this part, as I did in many other words she dropped on us. Francesca-styyyyle. In case you're not used to this - try reading it out loud to get a feel of the sounds. ]

Francesca Beard is frickin awesome, and I loved her sets both times (also, did I mention she's hot?). Oh and she's hot (did I mention, by the way, that she's hot?).

Right. Here's what we're gonna do. You, are going to take my word for it, that Wayang Kata was one of the best poetry readings ever. Because I am too groggy to do even a half arsed review. So only Francesca and Rahmat will be mentioned.

Then you can go to Francesca's poetry page, and download everything.

Right. Rahmat Harun - I actually like that he keeps repeating the Malay poems he reads everywhere else, for the simple reason that I am damn bloody slow at translating, and he is damn bloody fast at reading, so I reckon after last night I finally get it.

But, just to be safe, I'll probably see him perform again tomorrow (today, actually, to be technical) at MFX.

I was passed some information on Satukali (satukali.net , but URL not workin) event. Oh, will post up info in the next blog post, so it'll appear on top of this. Basically, I want to go for this event because a name among the performers caught my eye:

Arahmaiani. Wheeee. So Yes. Definitely wanna go see what she's up to here, since I missed the last exhibition she had.

One more Arahmaiani link.

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To be honest, I was having second thoughts about attending the Wayang Kata reading because I was gonna be pretty heavily medicated (and, might I add, having a really bad allergy reaction to dog fur).

Then I downloaded the MP3s, and decided she rocks too much to miss. So I went. And yknow what? I wasn't the only one there that night who went on the basis of her MP3s . She's like a powerhouse of wit and mojo, uses her facial expressions, voice and body language very well.

It's not the same as when you can see her antics onstage, but heck, you people ah, tell y'all to go, but you don't listen. So, MP3s for you.

Francesca is her own best PR person - she told many gay girls many nice things and now we all love her too much. We were slightly......disappointed.....when we found out she has a kid . Come back soon, woman.

I was FFKed so many times that night, I'm surprised I had anyone to hang out with - though, really, I did . IreneQ was there, and I am on my usual quest to find the one bible passage that, quoted out of context, will allow me to fool her into thinking sinning is totally cool by the good book.

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Went for mamak session with Iszie, Zedeck and Rizal. Rizal is evil and stole my cap, exposing the combination of my bad hair day and gelled hat hair. It was the kind of talk where I had fun, but can't remember what on earth it was about (again, medication does not help).

Iszie asked me a few times if I was okay - mostly because she's never seen me stoned out on medicine before, and thought I was down. Actually, I was having a really good time, awesome poetry and good company .

Tei, Kathy, and Tei's brother joins us later on. The others are introduced to the slight freakiness that is the Cloneness of Tei among her siblings. Zedeck does some lewd tongue gesture at Iszie, which was funny for me because Tei is still the gayest girl I know and she can't stop looking at Zedeck.

Zedeck wants to pierce his tongue, which I fully support. Also, I will go watch and cheer him on should he decide to get any other bits pierced. I need to go change my tongue ring anyway, the bar's too long..

Much later Tei, her brother, Kathy and I go to another mamak. They watch football while I work away at a feasible concept for selling jail-circus clothes. The others have a good time laughing at my....situation.

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Today, I woke up late, at almost 11am. Fuckety.

I spent two hours working on the Marketing / Promotion thing, because I was supposed to meet my groupmates, but they cancelled on me (and informed me late). I have Bernice's assignment due at 2pm, and I'd only typed out 2 pages. And I had...very lil time left..... Sigh.

I cussed just a lil bit, then did some quick job at typing out a hallucinaty type-a story. Luckily the story went okay with Bernice.....I can say I spent lil time on it here, because it kinda slipped out that I spent very lil time on it in class.

I suck at covering up on the spot. This is a lil excerpt of the crap I usually hand in to Bernice, I make no excuses for it actually, I have a whole shitload of excuses for it, but I'll spare you everything but a request that if you see grammar mistakes, please ignore (frickin nazis, don't bully me.....).

This story was from after I dropped Kat off at Pudu. And. Uh. Semi pissed off someone. And imagined her being responsible for my squishy death. Don't ask me about the tongue, just cause it came from my head, doesn't mean I know what the hell it is.

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The white ceiling in KFC is glaringly bright. A transgendered lady sits ahead of me. She is looking out the window, done with her meal. Her hand holds a phone against her lips, gently. I fiddle with my camera, going through the photographs I took of a prayer ceremony in the Indian temple behind.

My camera unnerves her. She thinks I make her the ridiculed target of my invasive eye. She is cursing me, in her head, old familiar words of hate. In the temple behind me, ancient spirits quake, and a chink, a cranny, a nook, little bits of reality falls away. A yawning gape now.A Hindu God rises. Stomps tall, makes his way to the building where curses are being said - so loud now that the passerbys outside are deafened by it, amazed by the Giant across the road from Puduraya walking towards it. He peers in, a blue face of rage, staring me down - his light blue eyes, the size of windows. I hold his gaze for as long as I can - defiant. I mentally project the words - If you are a God, you should know, I did nothing wrong. But the lady does not let him listen. She is flooding his ears now, with words that sap his sanity. Black tribal markings start to creep and cloud over his skin. Two curled corners of the blackness end up in his eyes, it pricks him the way her curses do. I drop my eyes towards the ground, I cannot stare at the eyes as they calmly bleed brown. He balls up his big fist, black clouds fume from it. He punches through the wall. Puts his fist above me. I am judged, and am found wanting. He squashes me into a puddle of fleshy blood, bits of my muscles splatters against the wall. My tongue flies, and slaps the lady against her face. She disdainfully picks it away, throws it onto the streets outside.

I take a picture of the lady, when I think she is not looking. She glares at me. I pretend to be intensely interested in my drink.

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Just so yknow, I deleted her photo after that because I felt bad . I have plenty of hipshot photos of strangers anyway.
The asterisks are actually a part of it. For no bloody good reason, really.

Bernice: Is this final?
Lainie: ...Uh. It's a work in progress...
Bernice: What? Again? It's always a work in progress!
Lainie: I'm sorry! I know, I know!
Bernice: At the rate you're going, you're going to have a whole book by the time you finish.
Lainie: I know, sorry!
Bernice: You are reworking your previous ones, right?
Lainie: .........Uhuhhhhh......
Bernice: How long did this one take?
Lainie: Uhm..... UHMMMM...I woke up late. And. Uh. Had to type really fast.
Bernice: What? Again? Are you kidding me?
Lainie: Oooops....

[ Mental note to self: Times two, whatever time you spent on it, goddammit ]

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Bibi calls me and tells me that the concept for our clothes is when we are children, we are happy - therefore, like a circus. When we are teenagers, we are sad - therefore trapped, like in jail.

So we have clothes based on that.....

While she was explaining that a huge question mark revolved around my head as I wondered who the hell our target audience was, but I didn't ask because I didn't really want to know.

Then I tried asking her again what our concept is....and. Hmmm.

Bibi said she tried to figure out the marketing / promotions part of the product today, for me.....and that she got stuck on ideas trying. Hmmmm. Imagine that.

Who wouldda thought.

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I met Kathy and Tei again tonight. Tei wanted to know if something was wrong because I seemed down :/. It's the muscle relaxants, even my face feels too lazy to smile, everything feels like I've just had the best massage ever.

Pfft. Blog post is the suckness because Lainie is sleepy. Right, update on MFX coming in a mo. Will check emails / comments tomorrow.

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