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Backpacking in Bali

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I only planned for the accommodation for the first day. The rest of the week would be on backpacking mode — looking around for lodging and traversing the island by the map.

Alone at first, then I started meeting up people; Balinese, Javanese, Russian, Japanese and Australian. The last three would be the largest majority amongst the tourist group minority.

I rent a scooter to travel around. Stay up late till wee morning for photography shot near the cliff at the seaside, the paddy hillside, the littoral beach and the urban township — always under the glittering stars.

It’s a never ending sightseeing, from the culture event to night fest. I like the beach best!

Tagging along with a local for a surf (which I only watch — that’s one scary tube wave at Uluwatu) and pillion riding with a Javanese DJ (she’s working in Bali) along the dark gang (alley) and the chaotic town of Kuta is such a peculiar experience. Since I don’t usually like being in the water (which is ironic, since I dive and my work involved with subsea engineering) and I’m very much afraid of riding a motorcycle — especially as a pillion rider.

Skipped the tourist-trap. Tag-along with the local. And I’m on my way for an almost perfect backpacking experience.

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April 8, 2010 at 1:28 am

Ladies Rock the Night @ Cloth & Clef

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Amnesty International Malaysia’s “Women Reclaim the Night” on 9 March 2010 to celebrate International Women’s Day 100th anniversary.

This is the continuation of the previous entry. WordPress somehow refused to separate two gallery of different event — so here’s the second entry.

Cloth & Clef

Whenever Cloth & Clef comes to mind. The imagery of clef symbol that is created in my mind usually a different symbolism referred to James Clavell’s Shogun.

The clef musical symbol — or tauge as my roommate, back in Newcastle University who’s studying Master in Music Performance used to say — is an anatomical cleft.

Freudian maybe.

But more because I was reading this book during my primary years — and the graphic narration in it — scarred me.

Yet, I cherished the small library of James Clavell historical fiction at home. Growing up with the book however is a different story. The word clef, stuck as cleft in my mind.

“…poor bastards not hungry, he’s starving…he’ll gorge like a ravenous wolf…vomit it up like as fast as a drunk-gluttoned whore…eat like an animal and vomit like an animal…Not in front of a piss-cutting sonofabitch — particularly one as cleaned minded as a pox-mucked whore’s cleft!”

It seem apropos as the night of International Women’s Day ended at Cloth & Clef.

Clef as the symbolism of womanhood — at least in this perverted mind of mine.

“…lazy bunch of black bastards…how does one wear this? She held up the…codpiece…he wears in front, like this…over his trousers…over his cod… she looked at the bosun’s (codpiece) studying it. He felt her look and stirred…You want a quickie?…a bunk in the next cabin. Send your friend aloft..I’ll pay the usual…piece of copper — even 3 if your like stoat, and you’ll straddle the best cock between here and Lisbon…”

At this point the ladies bodyguard who doesn’t understand English senses something wrong and intervenes by drawing sword. The bosun responds by drawing pistols.

“Go on, monkey, come at me, you stink-pissed shithead!…tell this monkey to put up his sword or he’ll be a headless sonofabitch before he can fart!…monkey faced bastard pulled a sword…”

Reading James Clavell’s work, clearly doesn’t celebrate women’s dignity — much.

The noise at Cloth & Clef rendered that sexism at bay — yeay, girl power.

Solidarity Walk will end at Cloth & Clef, Cangkat Bukit Bintang for our Ladies Rock The Night Gig hosted by Rina Omar with main performance by all female band from Malaysia The PIPS and Liyana Fizi. The night will also witness a special performance by a band from China: The Overdose. The Gig also features musical performance from Liyana Fizi, Maleena, Beeha, Diandra Arjunaidi, Siew Wai Kok with Yong Yandsen, and poetry by Alina Abdullah, Marini Rafar, Fazleena Hishamuddin & Illya Syahirah featuring Amira.

To summarize:

Female gig performer: lo-fi feel at the preliminary set, some cover song and the usual radio-friendly lovey-dovey song.

Diandra Arjunaidi the Orange

Beeha Yeeha

Liyana Jasmay! Eh, Fizi -- FORKUSTIK @ Annexe Gallery inside joke

Poetry: the local poet up the ante with the poetry slam. Elaine Foster was there too — as an audience. Two of the poetry revolved around heart-break and failed relationship — the girls are mad as a hatter, must be the mercurial emotion. They don’t spit odium — only hokum at the podium.

Men -- you suck!

Experimental music: Hmm, can’t quite stomach it, despite the avant-garde nature — that is if you like the sound of barfing, tweeting and broken saxophone for 12 minutes. What a waste of 12 minutes of recording time in my precious Canon 5dm2. Poor baby.

Man, you blow!

The Pips: the heart of the mosh pit. I’m your new fan — Dyson Air Multiplier™ Fan.

Rina Omar: "Hey, we have the same height! High five!" A Midsummer's Night Dream's Bespectacled Fairy Reject: "No, I'm not." Rina Omar: "At least we're bespectacled."

The Overdose: the slosh of the mosh pit. The blue collar worker seemed to enjoy it very much — and it’s 2 am, imagined how much booze they drunk that night.

Ni yao si mo?

The gig ended with a cluster of punkish skins in front of the joint.


I bought Deepset – The Lights We Shed Shall Burn Your Eyes album at the selling-booth (not in the picture). Here’s some swags from the event. Copic markers not included.

Amnesty International Malaysia swags

Women Reclaim the Night @ Arab Square

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Amnesty International Malaysia’s “Women Reclaim the Night” on 9 March 2010 to celebrate International Women’s Day 100th anniversary.

I’ve been a paid member of Amnesty International Malaysia since 2007. I’m not a volunteer that day. Just joining in for the sake of human right (and some noise at the gig) — Women’s Right are Human Right! (Hillary Clinton, Beijing, China: 5 September 1995).

Growing a pair of moobs and being a bra burner (I don’t wear one), qualified me as a bona fide participant.

Dina Zaman

Dina Zaman launched the event with Kartini (Tini) & Rafidah (Rafa) of 3R as the host. The other 3R host, Celina, is asleep. No, she’s being undercover for some crime investigation tv production. I’ve to google for the host name (three of them), since it’s been awhile I watch terrestrial tv — well, I hardly watch tv for the past 5 years. Did I ever watch 3R? Maybe a gist, mostly the commercial.

Tini & Rafa of 3R

Dina Zaman just arrived from Jakarta and had to leave early (with entourage from Marie Claire). Rafidah too had to leave for Penang that night for another International Women’s Day event at USM.

There’s a short speech by Dina Zaman as the police hovering around the perimeter, at one point, a police patrol car drove real slowly by the Arab Square — but not intimidating enough. The ambiance was electrifying even with the small crowd. Maybe it’s the static and the warm hot night.

Hot ecstatic females that’s aesthetic — that too gave me static (and statics to the ground and statistics in my mind).

Is that sexist? It’s International Women’s Day after all.

Women with intellectual is sexy.

The Tree

Han mesmerize us with poetry reading.

Nora of Amnesty International Malaysia summarize the event and proceed with Solidarity Walk afterward to Cloth and Clef along Changkat Bukit Bintang.

But not after Rumah Anak Teater’s street theater skit: RAGUT — on snatch crime and marginalized sexy women that became the victim of opportunistic criminal. Sexy women is a victim too.

The Victim

This sexy woman is a victim too — of our tropical and global warm weather that’s shrinking the polar ice caps. And the trend is in tandem with the minimalist fashion sense.

Yes, it’s that hot (pun intended).

Rempit dude, who drives car in RAGUT

RAGUT, a street theater by Rumah Anak Teater held true to the intention of the event:

Women on a daily basis were forced to negotiate their fundamental rights to movement and personal security due to the climate of impunity, discrimination and lack of gender consideration in development issues.

Women continue to find themselves left out and be reminded that the Night is not a time for Women to be on the Street due to the risk of personal safety and violence. We choose to end this circle of Discrimination and the Culture of Fear that women are raised into and threatened by the possibility of violence to walk the streets at Night.

The rest of the night — is noise.

The Solidarity Walk is a whistle-blowing march towards the mosh pit of Cloth & Clef. We really annoyed those Indonesian makcik warung and Caucassian binge-drinker along the Changkat Bukit Bintang road.

Wow, I just proved that I’m not only sexist. I’m also a chauvinistic keris-welding Malay-Siamese-Arab-Yunnan-Chinese.

Take that #yorais!

I’ll change my mode now (this joke won’t get old — and getting old is never as old with #yorais).

Rafidah 3R is now live on Malaysiakini! Subscribe now!

That’s Rafidah on Malaysiakini webtv — “It’s an eventful night, I can’t wait to join the mosh pit! Look at my spiraling-rainbow skirt! Wee!”

The mosh pit came later after midnight, and Rafidah never did join us among The Punk and the Rastafarian. The blue collar worker was headed by Joe Kidd of Ricecooker.

Joe, mu masok doh dalang bloglines rolls gua, natam.

Fared-Faridah-Ayam on the lookout

Gallery of lo-fi female performers; poetry-reading; experimental sound of barf, tweeting and saxophonist-challenge tune (which is avant-garde); punkish mosh pit and hardcore feminism with middle-finger gig — is at the next entry.

Rain Walker, Puddle Splasher: Revisited

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Walking on the same path last Friday.

Never knew there’s pasar malam on that route. On my way to Bukit Jalil, a couple of IMU foreign students asked me the whereabout of the pasar malam venue.

If I keep walking on the usual path (another direct route) — I won’t knew the answer.

Watched Alice in the Wonderland (3D) late at night. The ending (spoiler ahead) is almost an euphemism of feminism. Offing the head of Jabberwocky is akin to freedom of matrimony.

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March 6, 2010 at 11:07 pm

Rain Walker, Puddle Splasher

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I’m drenched on the way back from office, despite wearing Gore-Tex® shoes, sheltered under mini umbrella and covered with rain-cover backpack.

Leaves fall, puddle splashes.


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March 5, 2010 at 9:39 am

FORKUSTIK: Seni Untuk Sebuah Revolusi? @ Annexe Gallery

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Public forum & music performances on Sunday evening at Annexe Gallery.

Nurul Izzah Anwar (yang skema) was there — “Jangan sampai Politik membelakangi Seni.”

Hishamuddin Rais (NGI a.k.a Non-Governmental Individual) — “Kita masih dalam bingkai pemikiran melayu”. Just like the couple behind me, who just can’t stop fucking (I learn this curse word a lot from Haekal-muthafucka-Talib — kesian kat budak kecik kat depan tu) talk. To that guy behind me: Siapa poyo, lu ler poyo brudder, duduk dalam bingkai yang bingai.

Hasmi Hashim (writer and politician) — “Apa yangs saya paham, Seni untuk Revolusi Politik, bukan untuk Revolusi Sukan — Revolusi ni, bapak kepada Reformasi.”

Fared Ayam (theatre practitioner) — “Lepas ni kita tunggu Che Det the Musical (di Istana Budaya) — Dan lagu yang ada perkataan revolusi bukan ‘sincere’ pasal Revolusi!”

Haekal Taleb (musician and former band member of Komplot) — “Mawi tak reti nyanyi — $%&*#!!!”

Founder of Music Forum and music activist Mazir Ibrahim (forum moderator) — “Dipersilakan Liyana Jasmay!”

Liyana Fizi (of defunct Estrella) came to play the ending performance. She’s also at the opening performance after Meor Yusof and Nikbindijan.

Beeha play three playlist — “Encik Hishamuddin, eh, Abang Hishamuddin Rais”; Fared Ayam, “Aku tak marah, tapi kurang setuju la, dia (Beeha) kena pikirlah” — on lovey-dovey music to appease the ‘market’ of crass commercialisation; and Hishamuddin Rais, “Panggil saya abang *wink*,” “Dah kahwin belum?” — Nurul Izzah rolled her eyes to her ex-political campaign manager.

The exchange between Nurul Izzah and Hishamuddin Rais — priceless.

I max out the 16GB SanDisk Extreme IV CF that day — on HD video of the talks, Liyana Fizi and Beeha performance. No video for Meor Yusof and Nikbindijan since the preliminary seating I was at have a limited view of the stage. Then I changed my seating next to the guy who use Nikon DSLR and bounce flash every picture he took — which is quite annoying. I’ve to put on the lens hood for my 135mm f/2 to deflect the flash.

Word of advice: crank up the ISO, play with the available light. It’s not that dark in there! And you’re 3-5 meter away with 10 meter high ceiling.

And yeah, I eff-up the white balance. Hahaha.

Uploaded raw file. Too lazy to do tone grading.


Two exhibition at the Annexe Gallery: BEYOND OUR CITY: LIGHTS & MYTHS (Photography Exhibition) and TRADITION: Student Art From Botswana (Visual Art Exhibition). Entrance is free.

Nadia artwork is there. Who is a friend of my Flickr contact list: Daniel, strobist and available light experimenter. Her artwork usually in monochrome and tell the gritty urbanism and the derelict outpost of modernism. Showcase at the gallery is her usual trademark — dark and voyeuristic.


Bought Joby Tripod for DSLR, 5D Mark II Wireless Transmitter for Bulb Function, 3″ hard plastic cover for the view screen and spare CF — 8GB (60mbps) SanDisk Extreme CF.

Just RM50 shy from RM1k for photography gear alone.

Not bad for someone who just got back from anti-capitalism forum.

HD video will be uploaded on Vimeo or YouTube — later — once I upgraded to new MacBook Pro Core i7.

What not to love about consumerism?

Readers ‘From Out-er Space’ at Readings@Seksan

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I was at Readings@Seksan yesterday evening. This must be my 5th time. The most eventful date would be; during its 5th Anniversary; and readings by Awang Goneng (Wan Hulaimi) and Dina Zaman.

There’s a new sound system for the Readings@Seksan — better audio for the hearing-challenge (not impaired) like me.

Met Amir Muhammad for the umpteenth time. I said hi, yet didn’t bother to start a small-talk, since I don’t know what to start with; then I remember how cool his collection of short fiction is at British Council Malaysia: A City of Shared Stories – Kuala Lumpur — which I don’t even try to bring it up. The hot weather must have mired my brain signals. Catch-up with his short fiction at @amirmu.

On hindsight, maybe I should have brought up the story about how my past ex-gf, Ebb (not Sue, she ‘likes’ him) hated — or is it hates — you. Or at least the character of the Malaysian Linguistic Association (MALAS), the overly censorious Ambi Mohan. Satire is a fine art, Malaysian in overall are easily duped (even with an overtly mainstream propaganda). Just google Ambi Mohan, you get what I mean.

Alright, back to Readings. Here’s the February readers:

Damyanti Ghosh — wonderful rendering of her writing;

Chaizani Mohd Shamsudin — read an excerpt from her book: From Out-er Space. Bottoms up for ‘What Happened to Your Bottom?’. Bought her book, didn’t manage to get this USM English Lecturer’s autograph. She’s already left during the second part.

Jamie Khoo — on self-discovery, excerpt from her book: PARIS — as in “I want to be like PARIS HILTON!”;

David Lai — on his autobiography, which I found the bit about mudra a little ‘monotonous’;

Datuk Dr. Shanmugalingam — instant favourite on his short fiction of a blonde boy in kampung village during the Japanese occupation of Malaya. Amusing, yet the end is a tragic story — in a very humourous way;

Eeleen Lee — read an excerpt from her unpublished book.


Readings@Seksan as always — good ambiance, despite the hot weather.


I love what Lydia Chai did to the February Readings poster. Negative-positive tone on blue and yellow.


After asar prayer at Masjid in Bangsar, I went to Rock Corner at The Gardens for my 65daysofstatic and Placebo ticket. And that very day 65daysofstatic announced its asia-pacific tour cancellation. Bummer.

The ‘Cut Out’ design magazine is a local publication. Good found at Basheer Graphic Books, The Borders. I was searching for I.D. Magazine last issue, but found that magazine instead.

I.D. (1954-2009) was the oldest product design magazine in the country. The oldest design magazine in the country would be Print, which has been in publication continuously since 1940. The January/February issue of I.D. will be its last; subscribers to I.D. will receive Print magazine for the balance of their subscription.

Read more at: I.D. Magazine, a Design Icon, Folds After 55 Years in Print