Kuala Lumpur

***BRIEF INTRODUCTION***

Bobbi used to dj at events for an emcee called Ross (www.ross.com.sg). After a long while, he decided he needed a change and now deejays at "No.5" a bar at somerset, relinquishing his deejaying position with Ross, in my favour. This post encompasses my first two experiences with Ross.

*** End of brief introduction and beginning of post proper from....... NOW***

Today, or actually yesterday 15th of April 2008 marked my second gig with Ross, my first having taken place on the 11th of the same month, both events were carried out in Kuala Lumpur. The first event was an awards ceremony for Standard Chartered bank. I would say for the first time working together, it went pretty okaaay, although the set up was kinda frustrating. I forgot to take pictures because I was super stressed.

My second gig went pretty well. It was a dinner and dance for this company called TA Investments or smthin. I cant believe ive been sitting in a car for a total of 12 hours for the two days that we drove to KL and back (3 hours from SG to KL and vice versa). While driving there, or whilst sitting in the car to be more correct, since Ross was doing all the driving, I saw some roadkill which really grossed me out. It was some poor animal that had gotten decapitated as a result of the force of the impact. Its head and some other limb was strewn about a metre from where most of its body was, and its light red blood was smeared all over. Rest in peace mr... err animal, since I couldnt really tell what it was. Heck, for all I know, it coulda been a very hairy midget.

Anyway, I digress. we left SG at about 11.30am, and reached our hotel in KL at 2.30pm. We went up to our rooms and I took off my shoes and jumped on the bed, whilst Ross grumbled about the pool being closed for repairs, as he took out his pipe from his pouch and lit up (yes he smokes a pipe... I tried taking a picture of him doing it but he just snorted at me and turned away). He then enquired on my hunger level, and suggested we order some room service, and told me not to worry because everything was going to be paid for by the clients. My Sindhi reflexes made me reach for the menu almost immediately, and we ordered hamburgers and tom yam soup, which was fucking delicious. After our meal, we proceeded downstairs to the function hall, and prepared for the event.

Oh yes... I must digress again to say that the set up there was fucking awesome. They actually provided Pioneer cdj 200's. you shall see it in the picture below. You will never get these systems in events in Singapore.

Anyway, the event went pretty well, I shall not bore yall with details, but Ross seemed pretty happy and people were quite surprised that it was just our second time working together. There was this fella who gave a super long speech, which honest to god, nobody was really listening to, and I had to keep myself from laughing cuz well... the punchlines to his jokes always fell flat, and he must have forgotten that there was a microphone in front of him, cuz he was fuckin yelling. He could have yelled Heil Hitler, and it would not have been out of place. Haha... overzealous son of a bitch! Oh and there was this skinny chinese girl who's job was to escort the award winners up on stage, who constantly kept bending forwards over my laptop, so that her face blocked my view of it, to look at my VirtualDJ program running. She did that like a good 5 times. I tried being nice and saying hello to her cuz I thought she wanted to ask me something abt it, but she just looked up at me blankly and then walked away. Oh vells.

After the event, we went back to our room and showered and then decided not to stay over because then we would have to leave tomorrow morning and drive in the sun, so we checked out and left KL at about midnight, and reached singapore at about 3:30. Anyway, I shall end this post here because I ran outta chicken nuggets and am sleepy. I shall leave yall with some pics.

PS: Driving home from KL at midnight is fucking shiok (I mean if you can just sit in the car and let some1 else drive)

Ross... he is camera shy

My set up

A desk in our room

A pillow menu?? Hmm...

My set up.. check out the Pioneer CDJ 200s

Ross... doin what he does best

Da peepol

Some hot dancers

Our hotel room again

Me.. watchin some tv and sippin some sprite

Ross... he snorted and turned away again

driving back home

In the tunnel... KL tunnels are damn low...low...low...low...low...low...low

Hello World

I've been giving up on so many things within the past year. I gave up cycling, gave up blogging, stopped reading books (I have recently started again), for the past month I've not attended a single tabla class. I haven't been involved in drama or gone for any auditions. I've basically stopped doing the things I couldn't live without once upon a time. Not too long ago, I would cycle at least once every week, blog at least once a week, and at any one point I would be reading at least one book. Not too long ago, I used to be waist deep in drama rehearsals and performances. I feel like I'm losing myself. Theres a really weird feeling that comes with watching yourself change and stop doing the things you once loved. Every time I think of whats happening to me, I get really annoyed with myself for letting it happen but do absolutely nothing about it, and that annoys me more.

I've always dreamed of making it, like getting a chance to act in a broadway production, or to become successful by writing or something. Okay fuck that... I'd be really happy if I even ended up being a quarter as successful as that. But it's like every single time I start on the road to somewhere, I drop out soon after. I lose steam and get demoralised, or just fuck up. I'm at an all time low now, feeling about as useful as a 90 year old man's dick.

When I was 16, I started getting interested in deejaying. I saw someone use his laptop to deejay once and went home and started yahooing (google wasnt famous then) djing softwares. I downloaded PCDJ which seemed really novel at that time because you could load two mp3s onto each decks and play them seamlessly. Then I discovered better software and eventually when I found that I could actually scratch on my laptop, I almost shat myself in excitement. I spent a lot of time familiarising myself with the software and learning the basics of deejaying. I got my first gig at a friend's friend's 16th birthday party when I was almost 18. My set up was just basically a laptop and my mouse. I guess my first gig sucked quite bad (thank you Elias for bringing it to my attention), but it was an important step for me, because it was after that gig that I decided that I liked djing.

Some other deejays often told me that I'd have to take lessons if I wanted to become a real dj, and every time they said that, I'd say fuck you to them (in my head). I believed that although it would take me longer, I could figure it out on my own, or through free materials. For the next year and a half, I had a total of two more gigs. I improved a little more, and together with some friends spent some money on a home theatre system and lighting that we could use for small gigs. Soon after, I was introduced to this deejay called Bobbi. I have a lot to thank him for, because even though I pretty much fucked up the first event he gave me, he still gave me more gigs. Without him I'd probably still be a bedroom dj. He basically gave me a lot of exposure and I have learned a lot since, and I think it is safe to say that I dont suck anymore.

However, when I look at myself now, I know that I still have a really fuckin long way to go, because even though I dont suck, I am nowhere near good or even halfway near good, and I get afraid that I am not gonna make it and I'll just give up on deejaying as well. Another part of me wants to conquer more. I love emceeing as well. I want to do that too. But as of now, I have only secured one emceeing stint. I am the kind of person who loves the arts and entertaining and I have realised that while I do enjoy working in law firms, I want the freedom to pursue what I love doing as well.

Now that I have finished school and gotten my diploma, I find myself lost, I dont know whether I want to spend the rest of my working life being a paralegal or maybe eventually a lawyer, or whether I want to continue deejaying and emceeing and acting etc. Why does everything have to be so fucking rigid. Why cant I do both? Im sorry for the very disorganised post, I have no intention of making my points flow. This is all just verbal diarrhea. It helps make me feel a little better typing my thoughts out. Okay fuck this... Im gna go sleep. gdnite.