Unlike the last protest, we didnt have to go in a night earlier, as there was no city lockdown. Cops finally realized how futile and dumb dat is.

Trains were packed

Walked in from Central Market station via back streets. A bunch of Greenies were coming from the opposite direction

Dined on pork n beers for d long day

While we were eating in Chinatown, as we were early, there was a huge roar outside, along Jln Bandar.

To the right...

To the left

The Chinatown sector had started their march to the rendezvous. And they kept pouring. For about 15 minutes. Probably 15,000 or more  in this group i reckon.

We (a group of 7) walked out soon after, and made our way through some back roads, headed to Merdeka Square.

Full n ready

We went from Chinatown, to CM, to Tun Perak by Masjid Jamek

There was a huge crowd on Tun Perak. From the junction of Merdeka Square all the way to Puduraya and beyond, all 4 lanes were choked with people. Maybe 50,000 here. Further than the eye could see.

This turned out to be the biggest, and quite a hardcore group later.

Everyone just chilled, listened to speeches, chanted, and some sat. We found some space to chill on Jln Melayu, n put on some reggae tunes.

After about an hour, we stood up and our small group were discussing our next course of action, such as happy hours, when i felt a familiar taste in my eyes.

“I think it’s gas.” i said. Weird, cos there was no sign of trouble, and bored people were about to leave. In fact, some had left as we were told to do so about 10 minutes beforehand.

The music stopped.

I moved up to locate the source, as everybody was still chillin n there was no gas visible, nor were there any sounds. A few seconds later, the crowd rushed in our direction, coughing and crying. The gas had kicked in, and from where we weren’t sure.

Anyway, many were first timers n panicked, squeezing into Jln Melayu. It got messy. They were trying to get away, but it was too congested. They panicked even more. The gas really started to kick-in.

Then we heard there was no exit on Jln Melayu! Some climbed over the railing and jumped onto the riverbank. Which was risky.

Stretcher crew n medics from Civil Defence. There were many ambulances in action from Red Crescent speeding around. Good job guys

I rounded d crew n decided d safest option was to head against d crowd, towards d gas, back to Tun Perak. Just before we got there, several gas canisters landed in front of us. Dat was a surprise, coz we never saw any riot police / FRU.

We decided to dash thru them anyway, and got onto Tun Perak, rejoining the main group at Jamek . It was a relief.

Some so-called protestors disappeared and went home crying after the first taste of gas. Haha. Amateurs. But at least they showed.

Mask helped a little, but its d eyes that get hit

From then, it was non-stop gas. The FRU would fire, we would suffer / throw canisters back / wash-out the eyes, then regroup. Many times. The Tun Perak group still stretched all d way to Pudu, but where we hung was d frontline at Jamek.

Everyone helped each other by providing water, salt or antacid-water mix. They gassed us for an hour, but we were goin nowhere. Then they sent in d water gun. Bad news.

Good news? A guy who got drenched shouted “Air biasa!!”. We laughed at the ‘fire truck’ and moved forward again. They were outta chemicals.

We weren’t really doing anything when we were attacked, hence we had no reason to leave when ordered by the cops.

Anyway they probably broke the law by attacking places other than Merdeka Square.

Squeezed in one posed shot, with BBQ goin on @ the Jamek LRT

After countless canisters, they sent in a large arresting team, which came charging with cable-ties. We dispersed.

A few hardcore guys again regrouped at Jamek, battling till 6pm.

Back to Chinatown, and we spotted a guys selling ice cold beers. Grabbed a few. Soon, i spotted gas. A small group were being harassed by the FRU. We joined them.  Some tourists too. Showed the FRU countless ‘affectionate’ signs after they fired horizontally at us.

Satisfied, we finally got d train back.

There were quite  a few posers at d event, posing n taking pictures at every opportunity, like it was some sorta fuckin bloggers event or sumtin.

Home. And thirsty!

Anway, hit 42 East for drinks around 6pm. Got gassed so much my eyes were still tearing a little, 2 hours later. The other souvenir i got was a gas canister. Its quite retarded to fire one of those directly at people. Someone who found the shell said it was made in Israel. Great.

Trample all over us, why dont u

All in all, an exciting day.

Somehow had beers on three separate occasions that day.

Problem was, many SB (Special Branch) were disguised as protestors (as seen via many photographic evidence), and they were the main trouble-makers, trashing stuff, beating uniformed cops n shit.

D cop on d right sure looks like d protestor on d left

D Bangla cop sure looks like d protestor who's kickin a traffic cop. Real scumbags eh

Awww, cant take your own gas? The macho pig from the first picture is actually a little babyyy. Wail away boy

Checkit - there were even phone jammers to disable our communication. Where are we, Libya??

Crowd this year were younger and older. Also, in wheelchairs, one-legged, blind, makciks, grandpas, etc

The police also beat-up many Press photographers – who were clearly on the job. Dats as ridiculous as riot police beating regular cops coz they were there. They also deleted photos / stole Press cameras.

When the law enforcers regularly break d law, dont expect regular citizens to respect the law. The cops also removed their badge numbers!

If there was a little ‘rioting’, my guess its by the crazy cops, not the cool protestors.

Anyway, check dis shit:

Uniformed mob!

And this:

This video will definitely cross half a million views. Good.

I hope the next protest will be against the goddam pigs, who were excessive n uncivilized. I’ll be there.

At least, the gas cleared my hangover and dead brain cells.

Brain damage from CS gas: OK la, still coherent

Malibu & Coke: You vomit easily.

Vodka Cranberry: You don’t know what you want in life, or at this bar.

Patron: Danger. I am adding gratuity to your check.

Gin & Tonic: $$$

Vodka & Tonic: We could be friends.

Long Island Ice Tea: You just broke up with your boy/girl and have chosen tonight as the night you will “move on”.

Foreign Beer: You are on a 2nd or 3rd date, trying to impress the girl with your cultured taste for Turkish pilsner.

Cosmo: For the love of God, hurry up and finish the 6th season of Sex & The City.

Red Bull & Vodka: You’re an asshole.

Pinot Grigio: You are approaching menopause faster than you think.

Pinot Noir: You don’t really go to bars.

Moscato: You listen to too much rap.

Gran Marnier: What are you doing here?

Vodka Martini: You had a serious day at work, or you are a functional alcoholic.

White Russian: Obsessed with The Big Lebowski, and probably The Daily Show. Or, you just like to drink dessert.

Lillet/Campari/Aperol: You’re twee, and possibly like to throw around words like “mixology.”

White wine: You’re definitely a woman. You’re possibly a little uptight.

Prosecco: You’re often a little uptight, but tonight you’re looking to party.

Margarita: All of your relationships have either begun or ended at a wet t-shirt contest.

Whiskey, neat: You’re hot. Regardless of gender.

Jäger: Secretly wishing you were hanging out with your buddies.

Martini: If you’re a guy, you’re trying to impress (and it’s probably working). If you’re a girl drinking a dirty martini, you’re a hot mess: the dirtier, the messier, the hotter.

Vodka on the Rocks: Too self-conscious to actually order a martini.

Singapore Sling: You learned to drink from your mother.

Zombie: No matter what people say, you’re getting along just fine without long-term memory.

Tequila Slammer: You’re down-to-earth. Usually face-down.

I too have got my own assumptions:

Champagne: You like drinking

Cognac: You like drinking

Mojito: You like drinking

Anything with alcohol: You like drinking

The latest Yamaha VMax. Bitch

Today brought back some sweet memories of when i had my Kawasaki ZXR750, a sport bike.

My ex

It was, to put it plainly – a rocket with an attached seat. 0-100 km/h in 2.8 seconds. Beats any Ferrari. Or any goddam car in the world. The speedo goes up to 280km/h.

But of course, u have to crash. Comes with the deal.

Yamaha R1. Goddam

And unlike drink-driving, drink-riding is a real serious challenge. There’s body balance, and bike balance involved. Booze & balance? Not friends.
Especially if yor bike weighs 200 kilos.

And if ur too drunk, u might just slide off d seat. Haha

I actually dozed off while riding once, but was sober.

KTM's Duke 690. Cibai

Had a few spills, one involving Bala, the same dude who was with me that legendary night when Night Train derailed my fuckin ass.

We were real high and cruisin on my ride in Bangsar. Was still thirsty so gatecrashed a house where there was some dinner / catering goin on. Walked in and had a beer or two each. Stole the glass too. And rode out.

Kawasaki Z1000s. Mafucker

Payback wuz around d corner. As i heroically overtook a car at a corner (Travers), i went off d road slightly, due to an understeer. Tyres got into some fuckin mud, bike danced & fish-tailed, went across the lane and hit the pavement. I lost control, and the bike threw me against a tree, and it carried on sliding on the road, stopping quite a distance away.

I was lucky i was off the bike, or it would have minced my leg.

Kawasaki Vulcan Custom. Sheeeet

My chest slammed against the tree trunk, dislocating a rib. Man it hurt, and i couldnt breathe. I didn’t see Bala anywhere! Soon i walked about lookin for him, in a daze.

Then i heard some groaning from a distance – niga was in the drain! Haha! He was catapulted or sumtin, rolled down the slope n into d drain.

Yamaha Moegi. Ermmm...

Ambulance scooped us soon after. We were both hurt but reasonably ok, bike not so.

Kawasaki Z1000 Custom. Jesus

Drink-riding is a league of its own. If i start riding again, its gonna be a problem!

Vespa. Ol skool dawg

Anyway, the expo is on till Sunday at Putra World Trade Center, KL.

Riders, go get a hard on.

Getdafuck outta here

Loads of stuff went on. Such as:

Hit Laos for the second time...

Yup

Alcon rocked da house, all over the media..

The best chocolate / dessert mountain i ever seen, Traders Hotel 5th Anniversary

Did KK..

And Langkawi

Mac Daddy went in for a pimp-up

And Bersih street party

Party Season was heavy.

Did a bush bbq party

Carlsberg had a rockin Oktoberfest, cooler than Where's the Party 2..

Hit Thirst

Threw a morning party for my birthday at El Meson

Popped this bottle

Hennessy had a kick-ass, fat-cat dinner, with amazing surround screens

Chilled at Esquire's contributors rooftop party

Spotted a UFO in Paulie's car

My bro's birthday party..

A girl in a tree..

Rocked it with Grandmaster Flash..

Ended it all in KK, again, tho i doubt am goin back there anymore. Scene has gone downhill/boring

I deserve a break.

2012? Well, who knows watsup. Lots of talk about it being the finale, for humans maybe.

In fact, my column in Esquire this month is about that – how to spend the final day before that doomsday date in December. A one-day guide on how to party-up in style from noon, and basically drink yourself to death at exactly midnight. Check it out. Haha

Brain damage: 8/10

But if it is, am all good. Had an amazing run so am OK to checkout.

As u can see, i havent been to this blog in weeks. Very busy. Party Season’s fault.

Time for a break.

Watched 2011 sink at a beach, Sabah

Anyway, if ur STILL thirsty, check out the promo below, at Movida.

Happy 2012!

Ok here we go

Hence, i been busy. The seasoned opened a lil earlier this year. 2009′s Season was great.

The battle-cry of “Show no mercy, expect no mercy!” will be heard many times until January 1st.

Speaking of which, it’s my birthday next week. So, if any booze company or bar is feelin generous (since its Christmas n all) n wants to sponsor a small party, lemme know! Heheh

It sometimes has some irrelevant stuff tho. Traffic jams? Football?? Comon! Focus people, focus.

Anyway, phenomenal growth. Too bad for the pigs.

Good job guys. Keep posting up them roadblock locations.

All u maggots who havent registered to vote can do so this Saturday and Sunday am & pm.

Buat. No foreigners; true Malaysian voters only

At Tom, Dick & Harry’s in TTDI Sunday 11am to 5pm, and TDH OKR Saturday from 3pm to 9pm.

Just last week, i got 2 of my friends to register while we were drinkin at Sunway Giza. It took two minutes, and now they can vote for the rest of their lives.

I’m happy with my representative, and will vote for her again.

Clean vs dirty

Today is the one-month anniversary of the historic Bersih 2.0 party, where liberty was stolen, citizens were mistreated, Malaysian blood was spilt, and a life was lost – sacrifices made by your brothers n sistas to ensure your democratic right to select your representative is forever protected.

With all the Indons and Banglas being registered by our govt to vote, Malaysians needs to wake up, and fight to protect our country and way of life from traitors.

If any of these fuckers show up at TDH this weekend (or during the elections), pls whoop their ass! But if ur a Malaysian, register. Otherwise kindly piss off for good to Bangladesh or Jawa or Australia or sumtin.