Flabbergasting, Isn't It?

Indeed it was a shocking night. VU Night, that is. I did promise stories and here I am. However, I regrettably say that I myself did not take any photos at VU Night because I was too fucking tensed up for the performance. However, some of my friends did take pictures and I will post them up as soon as I get the photos. That's a promise from 'ol Spiky!

VU Night

The day of the night (sounds strange, innit?) was extremely odd. I woke up rather late for my usual wake-up time, at around 8, perhaps and did some chores... and swept the whole house. It became rather clean but not as clean as Shakir does it. I didn't practice at all for some reason. Hmm... Sound check time soon came and I got calls from Kelvin saying that his car broke down on the last minute nearby Sheraton Subang. How unfortunate but luckily Teng Choon and Marcus were already on their way so they will pick them up. Since it was so messed up, I told him that I would take a cab there and I will go there myself and meet up with them for sound check. I got off in front of the Sheraton Hotel entrance and asked the doorman if there was a prom around here and he directed me to go left and all the way down the hall. So I trudged down the hall with my bass and Teng Choon's crash cymbals that he left behind in Tee Yew's care the previous night. I soon arrived in the Grand Selangor ballroom and saw that they had already arrived. It was only me and the Klang boys since I told Tee Yew that he didn’t need to come. What happened after we met was pure hell to our tolerance and patience. Basically these bozos called us early to do a sound check, at 2.30 and we came at 3.30 and they haven't even started yet.

SIDE NOTE: There is a story about the guitar effects and distortions around this part of this story but I think it is rather unimportant. However, I would like to thank Danny, Joseph and Senthil for their well-meant contributions. You guys are the best!

We waited for so long just for one band to finish their sound check. Unfortunately that middle-eastern bastard slotted us in as last to perform the sound check. Teng Choon burst his head while talking to the VUBC president, MJ because we had followed everything they said and we had waited so fucking long! It was heart-wrenching! We had to go back to prepare and crap! Seriously I know they are all working as hard as possible to get things running in time but what did they expect of us? Sit down and wait around? FUCK NO! Eventually we got what we wanted and scrambled home to get ready and shit. The initial plan was that Ivan and Tee Yew meet up at my house to get our hair done but as soon as I was leaving, I saw Ivan coming in. Instantly I knew that our plan was off. You know, somehow I knew this was coming. He’s been somewhat different ever since he had been making advances on this Indon girl. Sure, I’m proud of him falling in love with a decent girl and all but sometimes a bit of rationality and ethical sense to keep promises should be kept in mind as well. After Ivan went in, Kat came by and the Klang boys went back to Klang and Kat fetched me home. I was in a rather foul mood as all the events that day were not what I hoped it to be. I called up Tee Yew to come by and I quickly took a bath and Tee Yew came by. Since the plan of the “hair-spiking” was off, I just did a regular do and went with Tee Yew to Sheraton Subang. We parked outside the Sheraton because of their amazingly-blasphemous parking charge(s) of $4 and more. We met Kai and Chee King as we headed inside. I passed Kai some clothes that wanted to wear later during clubbing. We crossed the road towards the Grand Selangor Ballroom and met up with U-Jun and Han John. Later we saw Kang Wei as well. Friends, acquaintances and classmates all showed up in droves as the place started getting packed up and the noise of people talking started to fill the place. People left and right were taking pictures as well but since I was too tensed up, I wasn’t really in a lot of pictures. There was this one China dude that had a rather notorious reputation among us for being a total weirdo. God knows what his name is but Chee King claims to know it since he HAS encountered this weird dude outside of class before, in a bus while traveling home or something like that. Anyways, this China dude, I think, was one of the cameramen for the night. Unfortunately, he was taking pictures from weird angles and weird pictures… He was taking pictures of the backs of girls which were partially exposed. You know la, those kind of dresses girls wear during events like these. Absolutely perverted fellow. Anyways, the rest of the guys entered into the ballroom while I waited for Teng Choon, Marcus and Kelvin. They soon arrived and we all went in and watched the VIPs make speeches and the such. Unfortunately, Christine had gotten us seats that were RIGHT next to the VIP table. I didn’t know until I made a comment when Whatsistitles Jeffery Cheah’s wife (which was as usual, stunningly HIDEOUS like a cow’s mutilated arse) was giving a speech and good ‘ol Jeff came over and told me to pay attention.

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Thank you Christine.

Anyways, the rest of the night proceeded alright. The food was okay and I was tense as shit. With each passing performance I became a bit more calm and tense at the same time. Later on, the performance before ours, which featured a chink girl decked in red belting out one of Siti Nurhaliza’s famous song. Unfortunately, her performance had to be postponed a bit because of some technical error. During which I went over to the rest of Valmanway and expressed my distress if that were to happen to us. Eventually it was our turn when the academic awards were given out. We went backstage and psyched ourselves up. Eventually after some discussion we went up and then we hooked our “axes” (as the old rockers like to call ‘em) into these DI boxes. In my honest opinion I prefer amps and concert speakers anytime of the day. However the A/V dudes wanted it to be this way. Ah well. My bass and Marcus’ guitar was alright but Kelvin’s had some problems. The problem lingered for too long until they had to kick us off stage. Some other performances including the “coveted” Cultural Fashion Show that has been the hype for the past few weeks were on. Seriously with all the tension and stress within me, I didn’t give a flying fuck, yeah, I didn’t give a damn fuck about the whole bloody shitty thing. However, I must say that Ivan’s punk rock thing was just satisfactory. Not the image that I expected but it was… alright. I’m being extremely kind here. Anyways, soon enough, it was all over with the fancy dancing and prancing which took them ages to prepare for. Nothing extremely spectacular but the costumes were amazing. After that, the girl in red went to perform and she did a rather good job with the whole Siti Nurhaliza song. Kudos, girl. Phew… and it was our turn! We went up again and

*drum roll*

Same problem. That was it. No more. Everyone had enough. The crowd was already impatient and had diverted attention far far away from the stage even before the Siti Nurhaliza act. We walked off-stage dejectedly with our axes in hand and remorse within out lonesome hearts. Was Valmanway never meant to be. People from the VU Committee and the A/V company started apologizing and shit but I was like, “Forget it, it was a technical error. No one messed up at all”. Although I said such things, within there was this nagging annoyance. Later this hot Indian girl that was part of the VU Committee came up and said the usual things. God knows what was in my head and I snapped at her, saying, “Like DUH”. I didn’t mean for it to come out that way but she blew up. Tee Yew led me away and then he apologized for me and she said “Whatever,”. Alrighty then. I apologized as well and same answer. My drummer went as well and she said “Whatever,” as well. My drummer blew up and scolded her “sohai girl”. It literally means stupid cunt. Anyways, we packed up and they left for home. It was a rather bittersweet experience, somewhat like the Kurtz, but a bit better. Ah well. Oh yeah, before that, some dude, under the Indian chick’s orders (presumably) threatened Teng Choon and Marcus, telling me to watch out. Funny thing was, they told the other dudes but not me. Unbeknownst to moi, the guys had already prepared for battle, leaving me in the dark until they came over and asked if I was okay. Funny, eh? Anyways, what happens next is rather Post-Vu Night. Oh yeah, the band competition was won by the band that sang Lifehouse songs. Whee~

Temper Flares

Right after all was done and the awards and shit were given out, the dance floor opened up and the lights went dim and the usual R&B hits were played with some techno in the mix. Our group had no intention whatsoever to stay behind and dance since we already decided to go to Maison straight after. However… there was some trouble that brewed before we went. Here’s what happened... Initially this is what happened, Ivan had already asked this Indon chick, Veriwaty to go with us to Maison before this. God knows when but yeah, he did ask. She refused because she claimed that she couldn’t stand the smoke in the club because she has asthma. Point taken. Ivan told U-Jun she wasn’t interested because she was the decent kind of girl. Point taken as well. However, later on U-Jun asked her again and she agreed. Here’s the mad part. Ivan suddenly goes trippin’ all over the place and confronts U-Jun about why he asked her to come. He does it all in his face and shit. U-Jun obviously doesn’t wanna take it lying down and gets pissed as well. Before U-Jun could do anything, Ivan storms back into the ballroom. Honestly, I think Ivan was absolutely mad here. He was seriously… SERIOUSLY tripping balls! Words can not describe everybody’s disbelief of the situation. I was with U-Jun outside the ballroom and he was saying that Ivan was mad and shit like that. I couldn’t agree less. I still ponder sometimes how humans could be the most advanced species on this world when they can still be capable of such extremely stupid things. Ivan steps out with Veriwaty with this rather unhappy face and U-Jun just storms off mad saying he can’t stand the look on his face. Some of us follow him out and U-Jun goes to his car and Ivan steps out with everyone in tow as well. We try to calm both of them down and suddenly Ivan seemingly explodes from a distance and U-Jun explodes like never seen before. The air was tense as though a fight was about to erupt outta nowhere. Man… Its times like these I am grateful that I ain’t hot-headed. Soon everything settles, they trade apologies and shit like that and we headed on to Maison to have a good time. Before we left, I saw the Indian chick with a whole bunch of Indian guys opposite U-Jun’s car.

Personal Thoughts

I can’t begin on where to say how idiotic the whole incident was but I guess sometimes the limit in the human psyche, when reaching a dead end, is extremely dangerous and volatile as it was displayed that night. Ivan was an idiot to go tripping without even asking everything properly and U-Jun was equally guilty for failing to control his temper. Geez, guys, chill!

Whatever that happened in Maison was pretty much unimportant except for the fact that one of the chicks got kind of drunk and it rained like mad. Other than that, it was fine. Anyways, I seriously can’t wait for the prom and GC concert pics to come. Will post them all up once they arrive. Peace out y’all!