Eek!

Just noticed I have two posts about ballads in a row. I'm becoming such a suk, ugh. Dowanna become a softie dowanna become a softie dowanna becom-- Not a blatantly obvious one, anyway. There's heaps of photos I wanna put up, but they're all hiding obediently in my external hard drive while my laptop is being made to attend behavioural school. Guess I'll just have to keep *ahem* dreaming about the PCD concert to pacify myself in the meantime.

Don't Know How

You can let go so easily. Just like that.





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Been listening to a couple of Keith Urban's songs, and I realized ballads are truly genreless. They are ever really only about one of two things: love found, or love lost. But they never properly have a style of music, just the theme of either the ups or downs of love, and that's it.

Over the Weekend

• Saturday was a whirl of uninhibited happiness and absolute photo incrimination, thanks in large part to our good friend, alcohol. Can't remember the last time it got that crazy, and the photos that totally insane. Have I got the best blackmail material or what! I'm still contemplating putting up the milder of the lot, and even those... Let's just say I have never had a stained top, really wild hair, super-gone face, and completely smeared mascara livin' it up on my cheeks and where not. Or, the documentation of such states of affairs, either. Ever. And yes, that's the milder of the lot. If I do decide so, then photos to come.

• I don't have much to say about Sunday morning's picnic. No prizes for guessing why. Took everything in me to control and maintain. What with the blazing sun, and my head giving me the shits. You know I'm suffering bad when I don't give a rat's ass about bringing my camera, much less wanting to use it.

• Sunday night was a leisurely catch-up with Vernon, Steven, Jack. Seriously, Vernon is such a gossip (he'd argue news) sponge. Actually, make that unreciprocrative gossip sponge. (Is unreciprocrative a proper word? Other than in my vocab, that is...) Anyway, it was all good. Until Vern got drunk on hot chocolate. Who knows anything about why. Except that maybe Vernon is soft. Photos to come.

• Window-shopping with Bahiyah on Monday included being recipients of non-purchased attention and free biscotti. Then makeup-shopping splurge, all thanks to Steph's influence. She even drove over from the office to come see me and order the makeup artist around, awww. Later, lrt HELL, and Steph again to the rescue. Extra unplanned time with Steph in shitty traffic made up for it all. Later still, quiet mamak with the Yaps. I have photos, of course.

• A HUGE thankyou to Isabel for being my driver and accompanier in Tuesday's crazy Putrajaya round and round and rounds. I'm really sorry to have had to drag you through all that crap; am glad you didn't mind tagging along while I did my (very unfinished) errands so we could spend time together. I think we're now qualified to set up an unofficial tour guide service of the blasted place. Photos of every street light design imaginable to come.

• Tuesday night dinner with the college gang. Started late, ended early. Photos of a group of very tired (and therefore sometimes crazy) faces up soon.

• I'm not supposed to be a photo blog. Meh.

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There's something about playing heartbreaking ballads and driving, with your mind there but not. Melancholic music fills the space, you're looking at the road go on but not, it is rather more bitter than sweet, and the next time you check, you're going at 50 km/h, and not caring, just wretchedly feeling.

My Working Peers

I'm being left behind... eek! Not that I'm dying to start work, no no no. But I'm so over studying, too. Sigh, can't win, huh? Anyhow, this was relax time, so we bratted, bitched and bludged!

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Aaron wants the Big Boy Burger

for the Big Boy Quantity

Wang and Wong both pick meesiam

Wang also picks two extra serves of fried onion garnishings

Guess guess guess!

Steph was most astounded

Showers of blessings

The things that he lets her get away with ;D

Me likes!

Sadly, the girl has confirmed my worst fear that shopping here SUCKS!!!

Meet up with Hafetz after

For interesting love stories and kerjaharam discussions

Shootin' the Breeze with B

The Warm-Up Meet

Just Thai

Out standard meetup cuisine, yum!

Drink Stirrer

She works her milk tea into a unitone

Pleasing to both eye and taste

Look at the carved-out leaf, how pretty!

Ooh, the delight!

Why don't they serve it in bigger bowls?

Ambience Angles

Boxy Lights

Finishing off feeding my caffeine addiction

Damn, now I miss Melbourne

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The Meet Again

We be the Polo People

Stuck in traffic on Polo Day

With Miss Gangsta's Paradise

Showing off her don't mess look

Told'ja my collar's higher than yours

Bleuk!

Killing time

Waiting for Green Polo, hee

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The Party Meet

We chucked the Polos

And got into (coincidentally) matching garb

Starting the night with a bit of skin

Girls like it cosy!

He felt left out... so he fixed it! Legs galore!

Guy drapped over girl, now that's the way!

Shots!!!

The more the merrier...

Two people holding shots, only one downing.

Can you tell which is the faker?

"No (more) drinks for me", and he angelically held up a water bottle.

Look what I caught him with later that night!

In fact, I was standing right next to him while he poured it in!

Look what else I caught!
Some unidentified male with some serious dance moves!

Don't know if it's this season's colour,

but it certainly was the colour of the night.

Such cutesy smiles.

So cute, I wanna pinch.

This is the Unfair Photo. Because I'm the only one holding a drink.

And because the boys' skintone don't show you just how much more they had than me.

Pimpin'

Can you tell who's trying to look less intoxicated,

and who's clean as a whistle?

The muka takde hal, the muka penat, the muka terpaksa control, and the muka amazingly fresh. According to muka takde hal, there are only two kinds of groups: takde hal and low tolerance. You decide which is which.

Afterglow

Happy Day in Pictures

Cheryl and Laura came over the other day for some fun in the sun. I use the expression, and we sure had fun, but I'm not sold on the sun. Not the Malaysian one, anyway. Anyway, Cheryl brought the baby - Canon Leong - along, and culling the manymanymany pics she took was no easy job. It's finally done now, so enjoy!

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Animal Activity

The day starts off with three bullies, one victim, and two very amused observers. As you can see, said observers were much more occupied taking photos instead of coming to my aid.

Ah, but being a victim does not mean I am helpless.

Here you see my supreme intelligence at employing

"the trick" code-named "morsel magic".

Ah-ha! Look who's the boss of who now...

See how they sit in line so prettily,

and with almost-invisible tails, no less.

Lining up...

for a drink at their favourite watering hole...

...the fish pond! Happiness!

(For the record, there is ample H2O in the water bowls. I think they just like messing with us.)

You have spring onions, we have cabbage.

Fishy-cabbage soup is dee-lee-cious!

Sip sip sipping daintily,

as little sausages should.

Oh, ain't I the cutest sight?

Slurp slurp slurping away, and melting hearts while at it.

I'm a fine specimen, I am. I have the deepest, fiercest growl... and the teenyweeny tiniest teeth! Don't let my dentals fool ya - I bite. Unless you dish out ultimate manjaness. Then I'm all yours. Hee.

Getting a "family portrait" is so hard these days.

What with one looking left, one looking right...

and one who should clearly know better, looking down.

Moving on from the four-legged,

we are totally engrossed in the pretty-winged.

Here I am, saying "eeeee, so pweety".

Can anyone tell me why we say "eeeee" to things we like?

Sitting pretty on my palm,

it fluttered wings, and we were charmed.

Little butterfly, floating by and by.

I wonder what they would sound like, if we could hear butterflies cry.

And now, to the underwater realm, fishy-a-buyin' we go.

Note in the reflection the concentration in Laura's eyes.

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Gluton Grossness

Laura demonstrates concept why choose when you can have all.

And, boy did we have. All.

Her eyes are closed as she sucks away in enjoyment. My brows are furrowed at sucking futilely.

(I know, I know, they gave us a bigger straw, too. I was testing to see if the tiny one was there for any reason other than uselessness.)

Joy's Guide to Looking the Part of the Glutton.

Step 1: Slurp every last drop of drink from straws.

Step 2: What else? Suck the spoon as well.

Lick, too, if it helps.

Step 3: Tilt head backwards, and lift drink to lips. Open mouth wide.

Thump on bottom of thumbler to give gravity a helping hand.

Step 4: Jut lower lip in show of great sadness at the true finishing of drink. Stare pitifully into thumbler for added effect.

Step 5: Scout the area; look around for any other potentially unfinished drinks. Unfinished drinks whose owners look upon them with adoration and the memory of longing in their eyes are the best kinds.

Step 6: Suddenly point to something and exclaim look! (Make something up - use your imagination.) Grab unprotected drink from distracted owner, and start gulping. Fast.

Proudly display the now-empty thumbler. Congratulate yourself with wide upturned smiles, and categorically ignore the downturned ones you feel your tummy giving.