Saturday Night... Pah!

So I spend the entire day recording drums at Saiful's house for the Y2k album. It turns to a bummer for him when the fan falls and hits his very expensive and very sweet tube pre-amp, leaving tiny cracks and scratches. Then Paul turns around and tells me about his current situation in his life which I shall not print here but doesn't sound too hunky-dory.

I guess it was just a matter of time before the shit hit my fan.

I leave the house after we get two decent takes for the two songs we wanted to record that day. Then I quickly changed to meet up with both Rauf for a quick bite and Goz who had come up from Singapore.

I call them both. No answer.

I keep calling and calling. What the fuck is going on? I decide to park near the Marriot, where Goz was staying, and go to KL Plaza for a cup of coffee and some apple crumble.

Seeing a camera shop, I browsed around and found one of those Sony HDV cameras, high definition buggers that apparently are sweet as pie. I ask the shopkeeper,

"Excuse me, I was wondering about this..."

"This one 13k," he replied in a regular Chinese store clerk accent.

"Thank you, I didn't ask for the price. I was wondering about its specifications."

"...hah?"

"Sigh... I'm wondering: what kind of specs does it have? What kind of resolution? How many pixels? What formats does the tape take? What..."

"Hang on, ah, I get my superior..."

He dashes off. Meanwhile, the clerk with the decent English and half a brain is busy entertaining an Arab couple. Of course he would. Arabs have money. I'm just asking...

"Yes, sir," the superior asked in a similar accent to his subordinate, "can I help you?"

"Yes, I wanted to know about this camera. What format does it use?"

"This one HDV or miniDV also can."

"Wow. What kind of resolution does it have?"

"This one for broadcast."

"I know that. What kind of resolution does it have? How many pixels?"

"Err..."

"What's the size of the chips?"

"Err... ah..."

"It is 3CCD, I assume...?"

"You check website, lah! I don't have catalogue."

Fuck you then.

I go have my coffee. Goz finally calls back and tells me he's going clubbing and suggests I might feel out of place with his friends. Fine. We'll meet up for breakfast instead. I call Rauf. Still no fucking answer. I call his dad. He's not home. I decide, since I've parked in KL, might as well go to Sungei Wang.

Fuckers closed.

I then try to make a shortcut to get to the parking lot via Lot 10 but they won't let me. Then I discover parking is RM$10. Fuck me sideways.

I'm now in the office, sweating due to lack of air-cond, and I've got stuff to write and I'm totally brain dead at the moment.

I'm going home to watch some porn.