Ali Buntut Camp version 3.0

When there was once a 14th of June 2009, three particular crazy chaps decided, only on the night before, to ingeminate an emprise they once undertook with astronomical endeavour. An adventure hailed by many to be utterly, if not inordinately, demented. Intrepid and dauntless, these spunky lads embarked on yet another quest with such nonchalance it shook the baby from its crib. It is gonna be just a stroll, or so they thought. As they had prior to the 1st legendary ABC. Which turned out to be quite a lot more than... just a stroll.

And so, as per the last 2 camps, the journey began at Fort One Utama. Unduly burdened with some pre-adventure misadventures and detours, the deployment was only effected past noon. For that, they were really, really sad...


Upon arrival at the Genting Cable Car Station, they employed their social skills and thick faces to hawk their cable car tickets to holiday-ers and casino-ers, both bewildered and skeptical at their approach and their intention on selling their tickets. And it proved to be quite a feat. Nevertheless, they got the tickets sold and satisfyingly pocketed their earnings.

Then came the REAL adventure. Looking at a possible distance of 13km (distance markers were pretty...inconsistent), they loosened their muscle but steeled their spirit. Speaking of which, they then blessed themselves with some prayers and impromptu offerings (not quite so, they took back their bags)...

Weather was promisingly cool without the threat of a drencher. Which rendered the hike up pretty uneventful. What can they say, it is just walking 13 km uphill in good weather. What could possibly happen...except for periodical fatigue and the need to photograph and be photographed...

"Holy Shit!" is about right...

6.2km...

That is Awana Genting in the background...

As normal as it seems to be, it is actually Big Foot's fur they were sitting on...

Private property, my ass...

2km...

1km...

"That's it?", you may ask. Indeed. Not. Reaching their destination (their campsite) (which is the top of a waste tank), they got down to savour their dinner (yup, with the lingering aroma of shit)...

The world's greatest campsite...

Nope, this is supper...

Like werewolves, Buntuts transcend mental normalcy and physical cravings during the night. Night is not for dreaming, no no no. Night is for discoveries, detours, decadence, destinies, deliriums. Their calling beckoned them to the nearby Park...

Ironically, that was their entrance...

Their ride to hell...

Him camwhoring with a pimp in hell...

"Yo, how the fark did i end up in London?

When they were done answering their nature's call (relate to picture above), they subsequently headed back down to their campsite to call it a day...

Laugh for yourselves...

Entrance to their campsite...

They got precisely just forty winks, because the gods then decided that these fools had it too good. So the gods opened up the sky, unzipped their pants and peed all over these hapless adventurers...

They then cried too when they found out the tent is not water-proof...

They agonized through the pour, nigh onto mental breakdown (one was seriously afflicted - refer to picture below). When the rain petered out, they decamped and departed for Genting proper for an early breakfast at a secret venue, esoterically so due to their ostensibly tax-free price, where you can have a hearty meal without cutting your heart out.Having sated their stomachs' demand, they hopped onto the cable car and rolled down the hill...

And so, once again, Ali Buntut have proven their worth in a society of spoon-fed and car-chauffeured denizens. Hunger is holistically holy. Pain is a productive psychedelic. Blisters are ... blisters. They are beyond benefits. Conclusively, these fellas were refreshed and reprogrammed to tolerate and humor nature, within and without the mind and body. Victory is ours! (oh, by the way, I am one of them).

My sympathies...

Ali Buntut: Members' Profile

Ali Buntut is a fellowship (brotherhood actually, it's IN OUR BLOOD) of like-minded (give and take about 2 unit of the Buntut Scale of Sanity) young (as well as the 8 letter double word that starts with well and ends with hung - doesnt apply to a certain member though) rebels (what, anarchy rules dude *multitude of hands gestures*) who risk their life (more seldom than often than not) for cheap thrills (gotta admit, driving CK's car and sneaking into shopping malls during the after-hours is cheap), spreading awareness (spray painting roads and signs) and discovering life-sized truth about... afterlife (no comment left).

So, I figure we must be quite an interesting bunch of individuals. With that, I composed, circulated, collected and collated a profiling questionnaire exclusively for the members of Ali Buntut. And here are our thoughts:













And there you have it - the facets of personalities within Ali Buntut, our ideas and thoughts, our hopes and dreams. What with all our differences, all (but one, who also coincidentally didnt fit the YOUNG double word characteristic - refer above) agrees on one thing - ALI BUNTUT is gonna be BIG. Watch out for us.....on roads and signboards.

Abandoned Series - Pekeliling Flats

Finally, 3 months since our reconnoiter of Pekeliling Flats, we are back in action. The glorious band of iron-balled lads returns to roaming in the forbidden darkness yet again. Haunted or not, abandoned lots reeking eeriness and condemnation become our purlieu. With each venue vanquished, we etched in history our ventures onto the less trodden paths. Long live Ali Buntut!

This time, we return to tie up the loose end we left hanging 3 months ago - Pekeliling Flats. We traveled to subject matter in a 3-man team, but only 2 made it into the building. Our honorary 3rd member activated flight mode.



From what little research i did on Pekeliling Flats, i cite from Wikipedia:

"Better known as Tunku Abdul Rahman Flats was the second high-rise apartment building in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia after Suleiman Courts. It was built in 1964. The 11 blocks of the flats (Block A, Block B (both demolished on 2006), Block C, Block D, Block E, Block F, Block G, Block H, Block J, Block K and Block L) were located on Jalan Pekeliling (now Jalan Tun Razak) and Jalan Pahang. On 2008, this flats will be demolished to make way for development. It will mark an end an era when public housing resembled matchboxes in which 10 people sometimes lived in a room."

Demolition in 2008 my ass. Its 2009 and counting and its still hogging up the space. Well, to our benefits anyways so heck.

Standing at its full height of 17 floors (counted and audited), Block E emanates forsaken darkness that saps your energy as it encompasses you. As before, the horror value of the building was just as charming.





Stepping through the threshold (no door), we were greeted with filth everywhere, aching both our sights and smell. There was a lift shaft to both sides of the entrance, both stripped off the metallic vessel they used to accommodate. Here's looking up an empty lift shaft:



The center courtyard is littered with assortment of garbage, presumptuously thrown by tenants from all levels whilst vacating their units.



Without wasting much time, we progressed up the stairs steadily. The ambient light wasn't much to complement our sights but it was there through the windows (or lack thereof). Guided with only 2 mini torchlight, we had to watched our steps through the ubiquitous filth.



Once in a while, we were displaced by the various sounds reverberating through the flats. The water dripped like steps of a man on our tail. The banging of something solid against the zinc roof sounded like someone just jumped on it. But amidst the ghastly environs, we persevered....







We got caught sight of some graffiti promoting a Mr Yuci:





Taking a break, we made ourselves welcomed in this unit still occupied with abandoned furnitures.





Before long, we reached the 17th floor....but how do we get to the rooftop? After a quick look around we discerned the stairway to the roof to be across the other side. Crossing seemingly empty rooms to our right, we soon reached the other side...



Remember the lift shaft we looked up? Here's the shaft looking down...



Taking the final step onto the rooftop, numinous panorama came into view. 17 floors glossed with confining darkness and peppered treacherous trash separates the ground level from the seat in heaven. Take a gander for yerself...


One side overlooking the LRT railway...


With Petronas Twin Tower somewhat faded against the background the other side (no thanks to the current haze attack)

We took some shots of ourselves as trophies...





...before Chid marked his territory from 17 floors above ground. I should have saved some pee myself...



And here is the view of my car from atop Block E. Sitting in the backseat of the car (it's subtle, but it's there) was our honorary member Ckent, all safe and sound.



Then it was time to go. So down we went...





Now, all the up, we had little disturbances save for the random sounds. However, on our way down the stairs from the 12th to 11th floor (i think), i felt this raspy dry tickling against my left elbow and left back. I was startled a little, thinking i might have stepped on a branch or it might be "that". Shining the spot where i got "tickled", it was totally clean, which was kinda queer what with nearly every other floor space filled with rubbish. There wasn't even an insect in sight. Nonetheless, i shrugged it off as nervous attack. Going down another floor, on the very same spot i got "tickled" the level before, i got same feeling again. Now, this time i was freaked out. Again, there was nothing solid anywhere near me that i could have brushed past. From that floors downwards, i crab walked all the way, splitting my sight between my front and back. Fortunately, the feeling never came again.

Finally, reaching ground floor, we took a final shot at the entrance in our glorious Buntut pose...



Yet again, we survived unscathed...save for this little mark on my right hand which i only noticed the next day. Could it be.... a stigmata?....