*The post of He said She said and I said has been removed due to distress-ion caused to certain people. I am not ready to be nice yet people but dumb nice enough to cibaily delete the post.

Penang traffic on Christmas eve will jammed the bones out of you. I've been driving around making last minute Christmas shopping and parties to attend to and mum will call to entertain me everytime.

Mobile rang on the eve's on Christmas Eve.

Mum: Where are you?
Bee: Last minute shopping, getting Christmas wrappers and cards, you need them?
Mum: You won a super-voucher for shoppers to buy prepaid cards? Yes please. My phone card is Digi 016.

Confirm her ears are jammed too.

Mobile rang three hours ago on Christmas eve with Max out and around. On speaker.

Dad: Where are you?
Bee: In Prangin mall, getting my car washed.
(Background could hear my mum was on another phone shouting to whoever).
Dad: Okie bye.

Hung up then mum called two seconds after that. On speaker.

Mum: Where are you?
Bee: Er I just told dad I am in Prangin Mall with Maxine.
Mum: What? In Tanjung Bungah?
(Background dad heard and complained loudly to mum that I simply hantam my whereabouts to him).
Mum: Eh why you simply tell dad you are in Prangin when you are in Tanjung Bungah?
(Max started to laugh).
Bee: I'm not in Tanjung Bungah and I think you are partially deaf mum.
( Mum started to laugh with Maxine).
Mum: My god, so funny eh how come can hear so many people laughing when you are only with Maxine?
Bee: I am only with her.
Mum: Oh merry (laughs) Christmas (laughs) Maxine (laughs)

Bomb-blasts from the Past

I woke up this morning and mum still didn’t call. Didn’t make it to work today because I want to be at mi casa when they are back. My parents decided to drive to Haadyai without telling me earlier.

Mum: We are going to Haadyai tomorrow.
Bee: You guys are mad. I can’t let you go when it is still not safe.
Mum: We are going for a purpose, for prayers.
Bee: Cibai.
Mum: We will be back.

Ya, I know you will be back but I want you guys back safe.

After what occurred in year 2006 17th of September, I really do not want to go back to there. Last year in Haadyai was a devastating bomb-astic experienced for me and ( my family i think). Committing to my memory now, it was after dinner when we decided to go our own ways to get our needs. Grandpa needed his sleep, my parents and aunty wanted to shop, my godparents and my Cina pukit girl-soulmate, Lilian wanted to walk around and I salivating for a beer Chang.

As a regular in Haadyai, nothing fascinates me but Lilian being a virgin in this part of Thailand, we have to show her the Haadyai parade. I wanted to have the beer so bad that I led them towards the main street where the pub is located; and prostitutes reign the area, the ugly Mat sallehs are part of if and the other half we have people like me pretending to stroll by just to get to nowhere.

The pub was just around the corner when my godparents insisted to turn to this dodgy, corrupted lorong where I bumped into another Penangite making his way to Pink Lady where of course a nightclub where you can’t tell if the Thai goddess is a transvestite or on his way to become one. I told my guy friend this is when sperm-guard comes in handy.

Then the magic happened right after we exchanged goodbyes– first, we heard an earsplitting explosion from the main street. Second, people were running in to our lane. Before I could say third, the second explosion was heard and reporters and polices were everywhere. We didn’t want to miss this so we rushed to the main street where people from the opposite direction were running towards us and witnessed this – the pub I wanted to patronize was bombed. We stood there and across us the third bomb exploded ignoring the impact of the air pollution. Basically there were six home made mobile activating bombs planted around the district which believed was the work of Muslims from outer side of Haadyai. The bombs were launched simultaneously – obviously creating chaos leaving the locals and foreigners disarrayed.

Me agape.
Godparents started to talk in Thai to people around us - absorbing everything they heard. Lilian: B, I think I really miss him. If I am still alive I vow to treat him right when I get back. No wait I think I love him. I want to be with him now.
B: You might die now because I will kill you.

And as expected I need to look for my parents which the journey back to the hotel was nerve-racking as the neighbourhood smelt of smoke, Lilian was cinaly mental, I didn’t get my beer, a prostitute with a gun was running towards us which I so much wanted her to shoot herself. However the bomb blasting night ended how everyone wanted it to be – at the hotel lobby, my family was waiting for us and Lilian broke up with her boyfriend the week after that.

Slightly traumatized, going back there would be like asking me to eat pork. But of course my mum has my dad’s balls which I don’t. All due to respect, yo if I were a fly, I would land on her shit.

Coincidently while waiting and blogging, my team decided to go to Haadyai and one of them messaged me earlier to ask if I am on the go. Maybe one of you can change my mind.


Pictures I took the next day outside the pub that was bombed.

* My internet connection failed last Friday, just managed to post it now.

The Ling episode

To the two babes - Elicia and Ling. Elicia is the one on the left. Ling is on the right.

Especially to you Ling because you have to know if you are not hot enough I wouldn't have your picture here (and no it is not an obligation) - plus I hope this will prevent you from calling that bitch of yours a rash-scaly-rusty animal whore, that's what you called her right? Come to think of it, it is the time or your life to get to know the world a little bit better where everything harsh is actually an interesting affair. Relax Ling, we told you before although you are naturally audaciously ganas in a verbal and non verbal approach, *smiles* you are yet way better looking and fun to be, so don't get overly joy-excited over that cunt – leave her with her blond ambition alright? As a Miss No-Manners myself I secretly enjoy seeing you making that snap judgments somehow. I think you poison my thoughts and it lasted till the next day when I was at Friday’s drinking, I think I saw her. Brenda couldn’t confirm if it was her because I described the guy that was with her which freaked Brenda out. So I guess I can’t get Ling excited for now.
Afterall it is Christmas now, so be merry, be forever grateful and be kind to all beings which is a bit lackluster I know. Dear dumb blog, my Christmas and New Year to-do-list this time around are less jaded, un-climaxing and non-intricate:

1. To bloody get Atilia’s album and wrap it myself
2. Convince mum not to read my blog after Christmas
3. To stay sane with my job
4. Drink less eat more

Collide- Howie Day

The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
But I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find, you and I collide
I'm quiet, you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know
I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
You somehow find, you and I collide
Don't stop here
I've lost my place
I'm close behind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find, you and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide

*This is enthusiastically dedicated to you. You know who you are.

short note guys, I know you guys have been calling and messaging me but no updates on Atilia's album *sigh*
I will only answer you guys if you have an update on the album thanks. Hehe

Atilia and All That Jazz

Have any of you guys heard of Atilia –a local chic, raw in personality, can really define what contemporary jazz is and new to our music industry. I went bloody everywhere to look for her first album and I couldn’t find it as it is either sold out or no one has heard of her and the album. In many ways, Atilia resembles a lot like Sheila Majid from her looks to her music as she is into the similar contemporary soulful Jazz and R & B scene with lots of rapturous Asian vibes. Dear dumb blog, I really want her debut album ‘Sangkar’ – if any of you guys can fucking suggest to me where else I can hunt for it or better seize one if you happen to see it and I will I repeat I will pay you twice the amount you paid for the album of course. People you might not want to ask me to download her songs not because I am reluctant to but because Atilia did an incomparable job by strategically creating this album full of dedication – it took her seven years to launch it with an advice from her producer Roslan Aziz, a man with his reputation in the music industry and now with Atilia, he has created another legend after Shelia Majid and Zainal Abidin.

Penang Island Jazz Festival

Penang island jazz festival is here again and it was mind blowing. As usual it was a two day event in Bayview Beach Resort. We went on a Saturday night which was the first night and this time around this jazzy festival was somehow an improved version of last year – from the wine selections, souvenirs and most of all the weather condition (it fucking rained last year).

We went a bit late because were stuck in the immovable traffic, stopped by to get burgers and the guys insisted to get our beers from this Indian shop on the way up as well. This is where we get our mouth-watering, lip smacking beef burger wrapped with egg and cheese, nicely topped with fried almost caramelized onions from:

By the time we reached Bayview Beach Resort, it was close to 8.30 just in time for Nah Youn Sun a Korean chic that has an exquisite connection to all her jazz numbers– her voice was unreservedly beautiful and I have to admit it was really amazingly impressive. I couldn’t get a good picture of her because I was feeding myself with the burger along with the snifter we smuggled in. But when she jazzed on 'Besame Mucho' I was upbeat-engrossed with that jazzy moment as her version of 'Besame Mucho' was unbelievably full of raw emotions and it makes you develop this deep and personal sensation within yourself on that number. Absorbing to her music was so easy that I was not aware of my idyllic surroundings until the jazz lovers asked more and Trevor was saying something which sounded distant if I was not wrong, it went like this:

Trevor: Am chilling now with the sea breeze and the jazz beats
Christine: The overcrowded typical tourist….
John: I didn’t know they are really good

True to the point, the environment was faultless – we were sitting on Christine’s mat under the stars, un-dehydrate ourselves with the surprisingly still chilled Indian beer. But that was just the beginning, because you will automatically activate the jazz in you get once you get to know this next performers all the way from China – the Possicobilities.

The Possicobilities did the impossible, they did a contemporary east meets west jazz mixed that Christine agreed it was cibaily romantic. Jiwang to the max that this time I managed to get a closer shot of them. Coco Zhao the lead vocalist passionately did his remix of English and Mandarin lyrics on this 'Ru Guo Mei You Ni' translate to English 'If I don’t Have You' – it was all-familiar exotic mix but then again depending on which part of the world you’re engaged into – it works together so beautifully that one can only wonder if this young talent has hypnotized the audience completely. Coco Zhao you might have a name of a transvestite from my humble opinion but you fucking nailed it. Scully boy muttered, “ Ku Ku Jiao” honestly bro – that’s the most pathetic swear word that it doesn’t sound illicit at all.

Coco Zhao is the one in white top with fisherman's pants.

The jazz night ended off with the widely recognized Thailand’s top jazz/soul/funk/R&B attire, the Bangkok Connection. The name of the band itself sounds like it consist of notorious Thai mafias ain’t it? Bangkok Connection is one of my favourite bands of all time. They were so darn good that our local Off the Edge Magazine featured them once. I couldn't get off my eyes from the two brothers playing the saxaphone, sounds cheesy just the way I like it.

Towards the end of the night they did a bit of pop as well which is very typical of Thai – most of the time they do not like to be in ‘the creative room’ avoiding a touch of which I discreetly hoping they would come up with something Thai - you know with their own local influence that will be explosive.

Bangkok Connection was still playing when I took a picture of Trevor, Scully boy and Christine

The jazz night ended insanely well when they cleverly did ‘I Feel good’ track with a hint of jazz tempo. Dear blog, I couldn’t ask or more that night.