one word sums it up. interesting.

after a whole day of indecisiveness, we decided to trek to hard kandy to check out the scene. harder music. harder ravers. harder rules. talcum powder is banned!! yoji biomehanika was the feature of the night. yeah... i was like... "WHO??" when he walked past us, i was thinking "whoa, what a freaky looking guy!!" then he climbed on stage. oops. talk about ignorant to the max.

speaking of freaky guys, there was one fucking weirdo pestering us through the night. picture this. small, short, thirty-ish viet guy dancing like he was trying to strip tease. very unsuccessfully. ok, that already in itself is enough to label him WEIRD. rudy was at the toilet at the time while ally, beow and i are chilling on the floor. he comes to me and says "can i invite you to dance?"

took me about two minutes to understand what he was trying to say. he sat down next to me. oh shit, thought i. rudy comes back and tries to get his seat back. so then mr weirdo starts talking to rudy (very animatedly, hands flying touching here and there) about aussies and how much he hates them. he was leaning so close to rudy, i think rudy could've told you what he had for dinner by his breath. hands on his lap, on his shoulder. eeeeeewwww.

then he comes to me. "fuck them! if you want help, i can fuck them up for you! i'll hang them on your door and fuck them up!" stabbing motion and all. WEIRDO!! then he proceeds to ask me to dance. for the tenth time already. obviously "no" isn't in his vocabulary. and i thought sticky summer flies were bad. seriously man, LAY OFF THE DRUGS!!

thank god his friend dragged him away eventually. only for him to come back later, still insisting on a dance. finally he fucks off shaking hands with rudy and giving him a pat. "happy! thank you! happy!"

LAY

OFF

THE

DRUGS

MAN

i'm running on three hours sleep. *sigh* think i shall attempt to get somemore.