Before the horrors of the torrential rain and endless mud filled cesspit toilets made me lose the plot completely, I spent Thursday evening having quite a nice stroll around the festival site. It takes more than 1.5 hours from one end to the other, and still retaining my sense of humor, I went around the arena in what would be my first and last time.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is why people flock to Glastonbury year after year for the past 37 years, even with the mud

The Cider Bus of Burrow Hill Cider . Famed for their home made cider,you can taste the oak barrels that it’s been kept in to frement. DELICIOUS. They even serve it hot, mixed in with apples

For those not familiar with cider, it’s a lovely alternative to beer and quite unlike the apple cider viniger that most of us girls are used to (apparently helps weight loss). It is basically a fizzy alcoholic apple juice. Though the one from burrow hill are not gassy.Yum again!

Yumyum

My fav foodstall in the whole festival - I heart carribien food

Prawn Gumbo served with rice and beans, and think that is a griddle cake.Yummers. Was served on the plates that my mom uses.

Noah’s Ark!!! Inside were information on climate change and save-the-world propaganda. Glastonbury is a very save-the-world festival - in between acts, representatives would come out and bitch about, and I quote, “one man axis of evil who lives in the White House”. Poppy fucking cock.Hate it when people are judgementally trying to brainwash the general population

Iron tortise..heh.

Tin cow in the sky. Yes, VERY irrelevant

Poop-scooping from the paper mache cow. I like the milk cartons for udders

Elephant made out of recycled semi-skimmed milk carton. Me likes.

Wooden Monkey

At the healing fields; stonehenge portaloos. Someone has a sense of humor. FYI, Glastonbury is held in conjunction with the Summer Solstice (longest day of the year), where druids and humans alike gather at the famed Stonehenge to get in touch with Mother Nature.

Ps: Apparently The Healing Fields were the place the get stocked up on all paraphenelia to ‘get high’

Chilling at the Healing Fields. You can still see patches of grass

The mystical wooden dragon in all it’s glory

The Gathering of Rain clouds - Glastonbury sunset over the Healing Fields

The Chapel of Lost Vageuness.

Geddit?

Las Vegas?

They conduct wedding blessings here and anyone can get married at the Chapel of Love and Lust.Registration took place on Friday at noon - by that time I was sitting down listening to The Cribs holding an umbrella. Never got back to Lost Vagueness. Shame on me.

Glastonbury. The mini utopia of happiness. Which literally turned into the worst weekend of my life.Look at what it did to my pretty wellies/ waterproof plastic boots.

Friday

The pyramid stage with Paulo Nutini playing

Tired

Monkeys at the dance village.

Sunset over Glastonbury

Saturday

By this time it’s all turned to pot. Look at Rob (sitting down) with his Mary Poppins on crack umbrella.Goes well with his mud caked combat boots

Oops mommy, I pooed my pants.

Hardcore at Dance tent West

I’m not that hardcore…nearly burst into tears when I saw the state of it

Even Mr Softee sinks..

Sunset over Glastonbury

Sunday

Bacon unintentionally splashing on mud. Did not have a choice really.Either you splash,or you do not move at all.

Superman Rocks

We wanna fly away from this carnage…

Tent carnage

And again

It just kept going on, the same mud-ruined tents repeated in every field.

Bacon trudging through mud with a hog roast sandwich ( siu yuk sandwich)

..means painting your tent to tell it apart from the other 50,000 blue tents. And of course, re-waterproofing it.

If only Malaysia’s flag was easier to paint!

Now I just need:

new wellies
extra thick pair of socks
pack 4 shorts,2 trousers,1 jacket,6 tops,2 sweaters
toileteries
towel
torchlight
toilet paper
tissue paper
wet wipes
face wipes
water bottles
beer
juice boxes
muesli bar
tuna lunch packs
forks
collapsible water containers
plastic bags
picnic rug for sitting down
umbrella

Counting down - less than 20 days now!

Some of the lineups include:
Goldfrapp, The Killers, Chemical Bros, Corrine Bailey Rae, Sasha, PlumpDJs ect ect!

another reason to love hicksville….

(stolen off wiki)

I am off to see Buena Vista Social Club tonight. Technically it’s in Sheffield (1 hour away) but I am still filing this under loveleeds. No, Buena Vista Social Club is not a nightclub. It’s not a brand-new band nor some strange DJ - its a bunch of retro old-skool Cuban musicians.I obviously do not understand a word of Spanish (Yo Quiero Taco Bell!) but I fell in love with the people of Buena Vista Social Club one sultry summer in Fresno when the Spanish flatmate blasted it nonstop. The incomprehensible love for the lazy seductive strains of old Cuban songs had stayed with me ever since…but I could never find their CD in KL after losing mine in the midst of moving from Fresno. Downloads did not work very well, and I could only find a couple of songs to rip off.

I am not being rude, but most of the artistes involved in the filming of Buena Vista Social Club (the documentary) has since started to drop like flies - Compay Segundo of Chan Chan, Ibrahim Ferrer, Pio Leyva ect had all passed away in the last couple of years . I thought I would never see them live - seeing that KL is more prone to promoting Seb Fontaine & The Pussycat Dolls rather than obscure cuban music.

And this is why I love hicksville.It gives me an opportunity to do things that I would otherwise not even have the slightest opportunity to experience. All together now, Yo Quiero Taco Bell!

I refrained from blogging about ordinary life last week because I did not want to ‘accidentaly’ spill the fact that I was off to see Kylie Minogue in concert on Sat!

Was the concert great?

Yes, all 45 minutes of it.
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We spent Sat afternoon arguing in Ikea, like couples do, and braved the crazed wind to drive on to Manchester. Upon parking, a kind woman passed us her parking ticket, which saved us £5..and I thought that was the beginning of a good night. I attacked Selfridges for MAC makeup and Shu Uemura replenishment - the only place to sell Shu Uemura’s horny moisturiser.Got a new lippie at MAC (same price as KL) but was a little hessistant at Shu; there was only horny moisturiser left which makes me think how long has it been there and it was RM 60 more expensive than KL prices! And all the other moisturisers on offer by Shu were way more expensive…so I left empty handed.

Undeterred, I moved on to the Shisiedo counter, which my mom had used off and on and passed me all the tester units which I quite liked,but had always thought it was more expensive than Shu…WRONG! A bottle of The Skincare day moisturiser at 75ml is £30, and a pot of horny moisturiser at 30ml was £29. Go figure. Anyway, walked away £60 poorer but with enough gunk to fill my face for about a year. Happy and satisfied, it was nearly 6 and time for dinner.

I had always loved manchester as I think it has an excellent array of restaurants.But not on Saturday. We must’ve walked in about 10 restaurants - and every single one has a long queue inside or the bouncer outside would say that its about an hour’s wait for a table. Or two, as the case with old Orleans. Even Quiznos was filled to the brim..a sandwich shop on a sat night?! And it was only 6pm! Geeze.Might be due to the fact that it was pouring cats and dogs outside but it was impossible to get the brolly up as it was blow-me-away type of wind as well.Not impressed.

At last, I gave up and told Bacon that I can happily not eat as I refuse to be late for the concert.Undeterred and still stuck on having a good meal, he trudged on looking. Every pub that I asked him to stop and ask if they served food he said that there’s too many people standing inside, so they will not serve food.LIKE WTF!? I was cold, wet, hungry and angry at stubborn Bacon…and started heading towards the car under the pouring rain to leave my stuff there whilst waiting to walk to the concert venue..bacon was pissed off because I had given up on eating. So we fought on the streets of Manchester as I struggled with my blown away brolly, still refusing to look drenched. At last I gave up and walked under the pouring rain, angry at the world that no moisturiser can cure.

Upon arriving at the train station next to the arena,Bacon again insisted on going around looknig for food.Normally there are quite a number of restaurants, if only fast food, around train stations as they are quite a hub of activicty unlike in KL, and in the Leeds station you can find starbucks,pubs,wetherspoons,Subway,McDonalds and Burger king. And the lovely station in Manchester only has a hotdog stand and a coffee stand, nothing else in sight. Yet, the stubborn pig insist on walking around the block again, under the pouring rain. After 10 mins, he gave up, and I insisted that we settle for some hotdogs.

And of course, inside the arena, just after we had our hotdogs, was a cozy filled-to-the-brim McDonalds.Sigh.

Anyway, we got to our seats and played mini-golf on my phone, and waited for Kylie to desend upon us. At 8pm, a haggard looking Kylie appeared on stage, and I mentioned that she’s looking a little old and sounding a little rusty. And how true - she confessed after the first song that she is very sick - but will still trudge on and see what happens.After 3 songs, she dissapeared, and reappeared 15 mins again admist a confused crowd. After 15 mins of prancing about with half naked men on stage (apparently she’s a big gay icon) she dissapeared again for another 15…and when she comes back on again she had decided that she will be leaving after two more songs.

What a lovely night to be had, innit. And because it wasn’t actually cancelled, we don’t know if we’re actually going to get any refunds or reschedulling. So there goes £59 for 45 mins of Kylie being really sick and not performing…. An utter waste of money…and energy in fighting the wind trying to get there. We rushed home, as the Melbourne leg of the concert was actually being televised on british tv at 10.30pm. Coincidentally, she was playing in Melbourne whilst we were there. Ah, blissfuly sheltered at home, we settled down to watch the concert that we were never meant to attend.

I have pictures,but at the moment no broadband to upload - so this will have to wait - will re-blog when I manage to steal time off someone else’s pc.

Update: Concert has been reschedulled for next week - tuesday! Will probably grab McDonalds this time around…hmm..

Let my eyes be your eyes:

Welcome to my home for 3 nights…suprisingly,it was really comfy. One tip for virgin campers..do NOT turn on the light in your camp and then proceed to change.Not a good idea,every sillouheted bump and nipple is visible from miles.Like wayang kulit (trans: shadow puppet).

The brothers having breakfast - cranberry juice with kit kats. I had a pot of tuna pasta salad..go figure.

Whilst walking around, I bumped into a giant pot noodle..

It’s the UK version of cupnoodle/ mee in my mug. I bet Moo would love living inside this truckstop…mmmm,instant noodle.

There’s also vanfulls of footlong hotdogs…

The occasional Ninja turtle roaming the land..

My favourite place, the teepee,where steaming hot cups of chai tea beats starbucks’ ass

Giant snake and ladders game to be enjoyed by all (I was cheated out of my championship..:()

And it starts pouring cats and dogs..

As soon as the sugarbabes starts singing. Coincidence?I think not!

Hello??Yes, this is Bacon…is that Cow?

Whilst grooving to the Loose Cannons, I bumped into Sponge Bob sponging his way though the beats

Hungry? How about some chow mein and Sweet and Sour chicken McNugget? Yes, McNugget instead of chicken.

She sell sea shells by the sea shore? How about sea shell speakers?

Tired?Redbull gives you wings! Or wheels…whichever you prefer

Not many desparate housewives get taken to football games away from their ironing and sewing,so I should probably think myself lucky..Yeah,yeah, this siu lai lai lifestyle bit and not doing anything all day is getting to my head

For those new here, Si’s really into football.I mean really.We would go into Leeds United Fanclub store and he tells me I can have anything and everything I want in the store.Not like as if I want to. He’s also a season ticket holder for the past donkey years,so that means that I lose him everytime there is a home game going on.Which is weekly,if not more.

So,last weekend his fellow season ticket holder couldnt go to a game,so I got lucky and went to my first English footy experience.We set off quite early and parked about a mile away cos we refuse to pay for parking (£4 ok!!!).Being a regular KL-lite,I hate to walk and bitched all the way.

I’m not sure whether he’s happier or me that we arrived at last..

It was bloody cold,as expected.

Wrapped up like a wonton,I felt absolutely fat and huge..I had two sweaters inside excluding my coat,my hat on and gloves.

Hotties stretching before the game..we are white (Leeds United) and Leicester City’s in blue.

One very strange thing about Leeds United fans.They are in the second division,which is not the same as the premier league of the famed Chelsea,Arsenal and infamous Man U.They were in the premier league about two years ago, and obviously played opposite the more famous football clubs.Because there are certain clubs that the Leeds United fans absolutely hate,they have songs against them,to be sung when they are playing each other.

So it was bizzare when the whole stadium went, “Manchester, quack quack quack!!”Err,hello,you guys are playin against Leicester,not Man U,haven’t played against Man U in years!Hahaha…and then “Chelsea go go go home”.Same bloody hilarious thing!

Run,baby run!

At half time, we were leading 1-0 and I am not the only one freezing..

Opposition stretching,accompanied by endless Boos.I tell you,you need really high self esteem to play football.Either that or you’d go back home after every away game feeling like the whole world’s against you and nobody loves you..awww.

My previous football experience consists of happy memories of my dad bringing me to god knows what football games and me concentrating on my kacang putih munching. And obviously my guy mates glued to the telly whenever football games are on…I would usually know the season’s arrived when they tell me that they are not going out for the next month.

At second half,Leeds were playing really lousy.When Leicester scored, tonnes of fuckyous and go home and get losts were screamed.I have been told at times that I have the mouth of a fishmonger,but I’ve never heard so much mass swearing before in my life! No wonder there are football hooligans,these people take their football really seriously. They come with kids and babies and wheelchairs.Brave their team jerseys (short sleeved!)in the biting cold and all.

Lady luck was on our side (maybe beginner’s luck for me..hehe,si,bring me to all your games!)because we won 2-1.What’s more,Leicester got a red card immediately after Leed’s second goal and were down to 10 men.That was hilarious..because that idiot actually pushed the referee..it’s like spitting on your headmistress’ face,you KNOW that you’re gonna get it..hiaks hiaks hiaks

All in all, a throughly enjoyable experience and hilariously funny to be part of the atmospheric group, despite the long walk and the biting cold..I felt “yit hei” and feverish when I got home and was really drained from my ‘exercise’.

Can I go again…please? *batting eyelashes*