There was a big hullaballoo at KLCC’s concourse area on Wednesday asย PETRONASย brought in Mercedes F1 drivers Nico Rosberg and Lewis Hamilton for a meet-the-fans session. I wasn’t quite sure how big a crowd would turn up and it was beyond my expectations! There was already a long queue when i walked past the concourse area at 3:50pm, and the superdrivers were only scheduled to arrive at 5pm!
Patient fans spreading from the left of the concourse…
… to the right.
Thanks to a special invitation from PETRONAS, i didn’t have to queue up… and went to sit in the PETRONAS car for a picture instead ๐ย Can you imagine me as an F1 driver? Okay, maybe it would be for something called the Fairy1 race.
It’s actually a tricky vehicle to get into! Very tiny space… and i’m a tiny person! Thanks to Michelle who held my arm when i got out, so i wouldn’t fall on my face in front of watchful strangers in queue.
I finally did something which i really should have done years ago… i’ve had this little ‘nub’ (as Yishyene calls it) on the top of my ear as a result of the industrial piercing i did in 2007. I love how i can link my words to the actual event written years ago! After i got with Clem and all these piercings got in the way of our cuddling, i finally took them off, but this little keloid was left thanks to the industrial piecing that moved.
Whatever.
Thing is i don’t actually see it, cos it’s on the side of my head, and the only people who are forced to look at it are my friends.
Most of them are too polite to comment on how ugly it looks.
One day when i was hanging out with her in Europe, we were playing a random drawing game and used crayons to draw objects that were in our line of sight. She drew this tiny splotch (it was bigger than a dot) in light beige and asked me to guess what it was. I couldn’t. And she said (you guessed it), it was the little piece of flesh sticking out of my ear. I think i must have looked quite upset at the time and said, “I hate that thing!”
So she really made me feel like i should get rid of it. But i still didn’t.
Sometimes i felt a bit guilty when i go for photoshoots and that little awful thing is in the picture. The photographer usually says it’s no problem and that they can photoshop it. But still… it’s cheating?
Since i was at the doctor’s this week for being sick, i decided to kill two birds with one stone and asked him how difficult it would be to remove. He said it was a simple procedure and would take less than 20 minutes, and to return a few days later cos he’s usually very free on Thursday afternoons.
So i went back this afternoon after finishing some work, and such is my luck… there were a ton of people in queue, plus an emergency (someone fainted and was carried in) so i ended up waiting for an hour. I was stubborn not to budge tho. I am already here! If i leave i know i’ll take months before returning… i’m just gonna sit tight and wait for my turn and get this over with!
Okay plus, i will see Yishyene when i go to London next month so it’d be nice for it NOT TO BE THERE so she can’t make fun of it anymore.
When i was finally lying down on the operating table, the doctor said he was going to inject some anesthetic into my ear so i won’t feel anything when he cuts it out and stitches it up.
Man. The injection itself was MORE PAINFUL than the piercing i did that CAUSED me to get this injection in the first place!
The irony.
True, i couldn’t feel anything after that but i could HEAR him stitching and cutting the thread. Had deja vu of the time i got stitches on my head as a child. I would like to say i’m completely brave and felt nothing, but emotionally, i was slightly nervous. And also thought how this was considered nothing compared to…
Dr asked, “How are you feeling?”
Me: “Fine. I’m just thinking how horrible giving birth is going to be…”
He laughed at me. Sure, he can laugh cos he never has to.
Anyway, it’s done! My little nub is finally off!
I proudly sent this picture to Yishyene when i got home so she could guess what i did. She asked whether i kept it and i was like, “OH DAMN! I actually thought about it while the doctor was removing it cos i thought i’d GIVE IT TO YOU haha! But then i forgot…”
So done is this year’s Future Music Festival Asia.
After weeks of anticipation, skirting plans around March 16th, and curbing my fever so i’d be able to go, it’s finally over.
I can’t think of another music event i can look forward to this year now..!
I didn’t go for ASOT on Friday, and decided to just go for Sat instead.
Didn’t think i’d be able to survive two days in a row.
Which is strange cos when i’m in Europe, i can do an insane four days of festival in a row.
I think it’s just the psychology that i’m away from home and should spend every single day and minute werqing it.
Anyhows. I planned to be at FMFA at 5pm so i could catch Kyoto Protocol and run to watch Arabyrd.
But… stupid Taximonger… (i’m sorry, i know you’re the official taxi but you really suck. I made 6 bookings on the app, and 1 via phone call, got a few sms and email booking confirmations, and NOT A SINGLE TAXI TURNED UP. I deleted the app already. Can’t be bothered. Just gonna stick to MyTeksi.)
So Matt and Jacie came to pick Clem and i up in their taxi, and we arrived just in time for us to catch Kyoto Protocol’s last song!
Better than nothing ๐
Fuad, Sarch, and Shak
Sueann, Sarch, me! Hmm… everything i have on is from Topshop, except my gold shorts which are from Beautiful Disaster.ย My gorgeous make up that day with rainbow-coloured eyeshadow is from Shu Uemura. Lippie from Topshop.
The backpack gang
me, Sarch, Mira holding my bag of sparkle i intended to throw on everyone.
After perhaps five-too-many cocktails at Potato Head, Clem and i hopped into a taxi back to One Eleven. We’d arranged to have an anticipated Japanese dinner at Shiro, the resort’s sushi and sake bar helmed by Chef Shiro aka Shinya Kuwazoe.
Shiro is a cosy restaurant on the first floor of One Eleven. Well it didn’t feel so cosy when i first stepped in, cos we were the only customers there at first so i felt like too much staff attention was on us. But after we settled down and started talking to Chef Shinya who hails from Osaka, we felt more at ease and ended up spending a good few hours taking our time tasting all our food and chatting non stop. Oh, and having lots of sake. We must have ordered three bottles… and shared it with Shinya too, cos the food he served us was just too good that it felt only fair we shared our drink.
The restaurant itself is designed by the famed Shigemasa Noi, who’s been experienced in store and display design since 1965. The most recognizable feature in Shiro are its raw walls made out of intricate wooden blocks placed in various levels. I don’t even want to know how much work went into that…
As for the food, never would i have thought that Bali would hold some of the best Japanese food i’d ever had. I still dream about the fatty tuna that melted in my mouth that night…
Being under the One Eleven umbrella assures us that Shiro uses only the best and freshest ingredients they can obtain.
I half knew i’d get sick after Future cos i’ve just been battling off what fever i had a week ago,
but i didn’t think i’d get a nasty eye infection!
I woke up early this morning cos my left eye was clamped close thanks to dried up…. eye discharge.
Ews.
I sat up in bed as Clem walked towards me from the bathroom, “What’s wrong with your eye??”
I shook my head, “I don’t know… eye infection…?”
Then i went to wash it in the bathroom.
He came in to get ready for work and i tried to be happy and optimistic despite my eye and grinned at him.
Clem quickly shook his head and backed away saying, “No, baby… no don’t do that.”
