Yo guys... haven't hear from me for quite awhile right? Well not really, I've been leaving comments here and there and all over, just to show that I'm not dead. Yeah... I haven't been blogging a whole lot these days. Just lost the mood. I don't feel the need to tell what I've been doing any more. Perhaps its because its just too boring to write about. LOL. Yeah, that might be it. If something really messed up happens to me, I'll tell you. That's what I'm doing right now dogg.
Yesterday. July 5th, 2009. Went out to Pekeliling Heights too shoot some documentary/street shots with Chai (a photographer friend I met in Monash). The damned place (its due for demolitions soon) is at the end of the Monorail station, so I decided to drive over to Time Square, park the car there and take a Monorail to Titiwangsa. When I parked, I placed a steering lock on. Just in case. Then I had a sudden urge to reposition the steering lock, stick the key in and twist.... wouldn't open... "Wha"? Realizing than I am in a hurry, I just left it and went to the station.
Pekeliling Heights is rather spooky. There is a constant banging reverberating in that area, most probably from scrap metal thieves. There is also several people with with questionable intents appearing silently here and there like ghosts. Mosquitoes there were as thick as fog and the funk from rotting insulation was kinda worrying, i don't want fungus growing in my lungs. Me and Chai choose a block that wasn't "inhabited" and entered.
These are the shots that I was there to take... moody moddy documentary/street stuff. I am not really into that genre, but its good to try new stuff. I had a good time, got a few wonderful shots.
The roof is a must go if you are in an abandoned building with no elevators. Where else would you wanna go? So after exploring and trekking 14 floors we reached the top.
Me: "What a view! Wooo-aoa-aoa-oh *legs going flimsy*"
Chai: "I don't know how to explain to your parents if you fall over."
Well, the first thing that we saw on the roof wasn't the view... it was this
Major WTF right? Yeah... we conclude that its a skull of a dog... that might have got lost on the way up, didn't know how to go down, and died. I still think it may be some squatter's dinner, lol, who knows?
The dude, picks up everything! (Awesome view huh?)
So after a few rolls of film (for him) and a memory card filled to the brim with RAW images, we decided to call it a day and got down. I stopped to do a few macros in a "flower patch" near the entrance where we came from.
Even in an outing to do street(-ish) shots, I still have the urge to do macro. LOL! I have to get it out of my system!
On the way back I suddenly remembered about the stupid steering lock. "Oh shit, that better be unjammed when I get back". I got Chai (a 3rd year engineering student in Monash) to help me out. We went to my car, stick the key in, twist and turned it in all sort of manner, but it still wouldn't fucking open. Spent 1/2 and hour trying to budge it open. "Alright this lock is seriously fucked up." So, I went to the help desk for help. Help desk told me to go to the parking office, parking office told me to go to maintenance, maintenance was closed so I went to the security office. Filed a report, and got a maintenance guy who was supposed to be on his Sunday day off to help me. I told him my ordeal and he gave me the WTF look. Apparently nothing like this ever happened. Caught some security guards was giggling at the back when I gave them a sit rep of the situation.
The maintenance guy wasn't expecting something like that... he asked me how I'd like him to help me. I requested for a bolt cutter after having Generation Kill replay in my head several times. "Sure... a bolt cutter would cut through that RM30 piece of trash with a little muscle" Boy was I wrong. Motorbiked with the Mat Maintenance back to my car, opened the door and gave the freakin steering lock the pinch of its life... just a nick. "Shit, how am I gonna drive outta here". Mat Maintenance suggested that we get a grinder and luckily there was a power point nearby and so after a call to dad and 20 minutes later...
"YEAH! GET SOME! Shit ass lock!!"
Hahahhaahahah! I still have the pieces now. Mat Maintenance left before dad came (he said he'd be back in 30 mins), kinda regret not leaving a piece as a souvenir for him and his effort, he did came to work on a Sunday. LOL.
