And then they said, "Lets go Bukit Audio?! Come la...come la..."

Barney was in town, and dinner ensued at Love Lane near his rented space at Sunway Hotel.  Stuffed up, we contemplated venues to hang-out till the appropriate time for the convoy up to the infamous Sound Hill. The we were Barney-Suan, Kimmy-Capri, Me-Becks, Jobe-himself, and 1 more couple which i keep forgetting thier names although I always see them when Barney-Suan is in town.

BAGAN said one.  Shrugs when up but because of the lack of ideas..BAGAN it was.

BAGAN turned out to be a fine-dining restaurant(which was actually pointed out by Ming during a phone conversation), so we all said Ferk That and went to Torch.

A bucket of beer and some pool later, we were set to go gallavanting up a hill to be reproached by noise.

A short stop at nets to join up with other lost souls and some car-space management later, we headed to pick Hyew up some gawd-forsaken Farim apartment.

The way up was interesting cos we passed by an overturned-turtle white Satria and Danny had flashbacks....

Ah! 300m above sea level, the air is cool, the night is crisp and the cars are parked all over the place. Main-road, side-road, patch of sand, patch of grass...anywhere there is a place to park...they park.  And we join them.

The place so lovingly called Bukit Audio is actually a clearing and a car-park for tourist going up to Balik Pulau to rest and catch a magnificent view of PayaTerubong. With 2 or 3 R&R stalls lining to the left and right.  On Saturday nights, this place turns into a haven for car-audio enthusiast.

Anything to do with cars that is outrageous is displayed here. From very loud cars to air-brushed-to-wazoo cars to cars spouting flames.  2 Fast 2 Furious ala Penang.

Its all good fun. Check out the pics. You think your vehicle is mod enough to be displayed?

Bring it.

And so it was that Edgar Joseph Gasper decided to throw a bash atthe usual smash zone called Leisure Cove. All the usual suspects were there plus a few more unknown species that decided to creep upon our very festive gatherings.

As for the procedings for the entire night, in which i had to leave early, (damn those classes), I shall attempt to recount as much as i can.

Arrival : Usual suspects were already abound with the notorius Sunny Boy hamming it up with copius amounts of beer. The usual roar and round of "cheers" ensues cos fresh meat has arrived.

2 beers later : All round ruckus and pockets of people grouping to have decent conversations as hell slowly but surely breaks lose around the sane.

2 and 1/2 beers later : Hock Yew arrives back and Me and Boonsie decides to go down and bring up the Virtual Present.

Present brought up and snuck to the next room while I gathered the inane bunch for a round of Happy Birthday whilst the handover ceremony begins.

3 and 1/2 beers later : Fecal matter starts to hit the oscilating unit as Sunny Boy does his best impression of a American Footballer, Jobe becomes a nigga, Boonsie decides to do a jig with the new toy, Pat decides to go home and I decide to take a group picture.

After in which Gayle and Kat bugs me to go smoke some shit...

4 beers and some shit smokened later : Flying at 30,000 feet. Shit makes no sense to be this high. Comprehension of surroundings are blurry...I know boonsie gets "wrapped" up by a few guys, The ultimate Ming-Rons-Peanut-Twisties throwing contest ensues, more drinking, and me going "Throw things at me!", which they did....

I was walking aimlessly around picking up peanuts on the floor and eating them...I mean...my feet would crack open a nut or two....and I'll eat them!

Obviously Jobe shared the same notion cos he was looking intently around the floor for more peanuts...

Thats when I decided to call it quits...had to go home and comatose coz of freaking Saturday class.  I know, i suck...sideways while rotating.

Big round of cheer when up as I was about to leave (actually it was more of moans and groans) and a spine-breaking bear-hug from our local NFL star - Jeremy Lau! or JLau as they call him...ahaks!

Then that was it.  For this poor shmuck anyway.  For the rest of the happenings...well..I will recount them as I get feedback from those that soldiered on.

Ha! Apparently the NFL star drove home and din remember how he got home. Heck, he din even remember where he parked his car...called me up in the morning saying he lost his car and shit...

The man...

I F.O.U.T