More about the weekend culture.

There is always something to do during weekends if you know where to go, either to happenings, or making something happen to yourself. In my case with JK, we were out to Gardens to have our first meal for the day [this was at around 6 p.m.]. We had it at this cafe / yoga shop called yogitree, which was just blah. Nothing great about this shop. It took them fifteen minutes to prepare a sandwich and a 'tagliatelle'.

Well, after that pricey meal, we almost directly went back to the car to drive up to a little bungalow up Robson Heights, where we were almost four hours late for the Bangun exhibition, an exploration in abandoned buildings. But by the time we got there, people were just on the floor, talking about the objectives, the meanings and the importance of this project.

As you can see, Mr. Teh, our former lecturer [seated to the right of the Stefan Sagmeister-looking guy (not really)], was also present. But he left right after the discussion ended, and didn't stick around to mingle. We were served orange juice, cakes, doughnuts and muruku, which were all tasty.

And before leaving, I went up to this lady known as Sharon to tell her that she sounds a lot like my old classmate, Iszie. And next to her was Zedeck, a guy who used to date Iszie. *redundant laugh* Check out Sharon's tattoo.

Well, nothing much to say about last Saturday the second. Now, to Sunday.

I woke up earlier than yesterday because I needed to pack up my old magazines to sell at Ricecooker later today. JK and I went to Bangsar to have our lunch at Country Farm Organics, where he had charcoal noodles, and chicken vegetable thingie with brown rice.

We were also at Bangsar to check out the boutiques because JK needs to buy more 'architectural' clothes for Chinese New Year. There was one new shop called RE:PLACEMENT which had a salon in it, that's just a few steps away from Bombshell.

There were clothes, too! But just for the ladies [the mens collection will appear "soon"].

Nothing was bought so far. I feel a little frustrated to be walking into seven days for the fourth time without buying anything. They've got nice 'architectural' clothes but... I first need clear out my closet [again] to make space for newer, better clothes.

So the main reason JK and I were out on Sunday the third was to check out the KRAFTGRAFIK X LAPSAP Junkyard SALE at Palate Palette.

Which had nothing to offer to us. It's disappointing. I did photograph some people and bought a DVD [or was it a VCD] containing '3 Award Winning Films' from Freedom Film Fest 2007. Fahmi Reza, director of 'Sepuluh Tahun Sebelum Merdeka' received my payment of RM 10. Mark Teh was fooling around with an iBook, sporting a funky collage in black and white.

There were too many people upstairs, so we went downstairs to people-watch.

After photographing our tent girl, we adjourned to Curiousity Shop to check out their collection of mid-century furniture and glassware.

The sales guy couldn't speak a word of English nor Malay and remained silent as we took pictures of almost everything they had. JK took a picture of me and him at the tulip chair-looking lawn furniture set, which I will include here, when I get it from him.

JK and I headed off to BB Plaza to find his perfect pair of trousers. He felt wary of buying red Cheap Mondays at that little shop that sells Fred Perry sneakers, because every trend-conscious hipster [mat rempits, even] wears their red drainpipes to death and JK didn't want to fall into that category. We got ourselves to Dolls, where I found Muz. I didn't get to interview him at Palate Palette earlier, so I began to ask him questions like "What pops up in your mind when you think of Scandinavia?". Unfortunately, he couldn't answer is [nor his friend / shop guy] because they didn't know what Scandinavia was. That brought in a little grey cloud to my mind.

Anyway, nothing did JK find wearable, so we moved back to BB Plaza to find this trendy-looking shop called Hujung.

We were entertained by a group of feet-tapping, The Bravery-listening youth with a slight British accent [but only when they speak English, of course]. JK found a pair of mustard jeans, which initially made him think that he's fat. The guy in the red tee in the picture below quickly got him a pair in XL [oh!].

JK requested no plastic bags when he bought the jeans, and we scurried back to the car to get to Central Market Annexe to transport our magazines to the Ricecooker shop.

OK. Those are just a crumb of what I have placed at Ricecooker. There are many other weird magazines, most of which I can't believe have spent up to RM 30 when I bought it at Kinokuniya. JK and I spent the rest of the night tagging and writing titles of our magazines [he is selling a Björk autobiography for... RM 15] while Joe Kidd, the 'boss' of the shop ate his chicken tandoori with the 'it' boy of last year.. We were kind of suffocating at the shop. A punk gig was going on next door and some of the attendants were hanging around and smoking at the shop. We immediately left after completing all the forms and headed home.

Right. Go to Ricecooker to buy our magazines. It's unbelievable, RM 5 for i-D, Dazed & Confused, icon [the architecture magazine] and L'ARCA; RM 3 for WIRE, SEED, SPIN and other very rare culture magazines; RM 1 for many others. The rest are by donation. Hurry up!