Arrghhh

This painting that I like, really really really like, has been sold out!
I was so going to buy it, I swear.
I fear I may never be consoled!
Oh, having close to no monies (or the provider of) is a painful thing indeed.
(Because that means I cannot also buy the other paintings I want.)
(Ok, I should be worrying first about how to survive. But still...)

Clickety-Click!

Took all the 'proper' ones first:

Me with T,
giving yours truly face with a tie...

One with the matriach
(where would I be without a personal banker?)...

With the cert, but of course
(If only that guaranteed a job)...

Yes, even one with the program.

All obligatory shots out of the way, and the fun begins:

If you think throwing something that just. Won't. Fit. And has been
worn by God knows how many other sweaty heads before you
is fun... You ain't seen nothin' yet.

Showing off what denotes my Masterhood ...Master*hood*, get it?
Like anyone can tell what denotes what. I sure can't.

The 1-2-5, as learnt from the Master 1-2-5er, my brother Jason.
The boy was almost completely mortified I made him do this,
as evidenced by his half-hearted expressions.

Hee. Doing cute. How sick are we? ;D
I hope he remembers despite all the smiling
that *his* earn capacity will always be the higher.

This is my nephew (second cousin for the politically correct)
whose looks is the most (and probably only)
Chinese thing about him.

His little sis Natalie is cute, too,
but she was all coy and camera-shy that night.

One with a few of the classmates.
Donna ran off for her studio shots, and silly Katie was so hot
she returned her robe in great hurry,
so I lent her my cappity-cap!
Jo the globe-trotter was partyin' in South America.

NB: Yes, yes. I know my photos are all screwy, but if and until someone comes and educates (read: teach by showing) me on how to do them screwyless, that's the way they're gonna stay. I promise I'm sufficiently savvy once taught, as long as you go slow from the start. Oh. And to all the relevant parties who saw (dragged, tolerated, motivated, paid etc) me through this, and, if applicable, put up with the whining, I thank thee sincerely.

Packed into 2

For the past couple of weeks, I've had mum come and go, been interchangeably excited, dashed and tired house hunting, worn an ill-fitting mortar board, road tripped to the Dandenong Ranges, had almost unceasing action in the kitchen and a freezer full of goodies, gotten my hair cut, cuddled my extremely heavy but oh-so-cuddly seven-month-old nephew, been sluggishly job searching, went for an interview -- with a woman who, if sighted by the boy, would have be called nothing short of yahyah with her very pronounced makeup application style, superhigh heels, designer bag and lookatme attitude -- and forced 'selling myself' pass my very sealed lips. Continual dreams of being maintained is a given.

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Last night, I saw someone wearing that same necklace you have. You know, that ugly plastic jigsaw one attached to a chord. Yes, the one you got from _____.

Normally, when I see something that reminds me of you, I feel emotional. Sometimes a stupid, girly kind of emotional, sometimes bittersweet nostalgia.

This time, I was numb. Feeling nothing is a not unpleasant, strange change.

Moomba in Pictures

It looked so pretty -
And then it whirl whirl whirled around
so hard you couldn't see the people on it whirling madly

Fire bursts with might
and we are hooked, one and all, at the sight

I like the warm tones,
and how they bleed through the fuzzy leaves

A red fire, burning bright
Stronger than an impulse

Sometimes, though, it thinks to
do the exact opposite

Sparkle in the sky -
One moment, but many a sight

Big sparkle though I wonder, if it were
more romantic seen away from sight

With each moment a flame shoots and bursts.
You watch, mesmerised
and that moment of your life slips away
along with it

Bright lights
claiming the sky

Fireflies in the air -
I want to put this picture into words -
These fairies off into the night

City lights shimmer in the water
While the night sky quietly dons a skirt of pink

Carissa

Put on a dress for some Sunday night fun. And what better than a cosy cocktail party for an excuse. Slap on earrings and heels, and you're in auto party mode!

This little lady reaches her coming of age
...And makes me feel old *sob*

Annie is
tanned, tall, talented

I say: Liz to the Joy to Sarah to Nina!
(Sorry, cheer moment there)
Sarah sings beautifully, and to songs I like!

With Steve and Ives - town's hottest new couple!
They even have a matching blue-green stripes thing going!

Note how Mary and I do dark clothes, fringe, long earrings
on the sides ...And Jen is
light haired and clothed in the middle! ;D

Miss Wong with Mister Vong 1 and 2
Who are musically talented in ways I can only wish I was

With Vince and his standard Control Face for photos,
and Jo looking very sweet

This wins the Photo of the Night Award
No explanation necessary! ;P

And this. This needs no caption at all!
(Her outward appearance gives no indication as to how much she's swaying to her own 'whoOop! WwhoOOP! Whoaaa.'
It was, I assure you, cute beyond all reason)

Moonlight Cinema

At dusk last evening, we set ourselves up at the gardens, which was beautiful as always.

Rugs spread out; nibblies in hand; comfy blankets to snuggle under. Air cool and crisp as you please; pale purple and pink dipping into the lake, and peeking between the stretch of trees. Then later, the sky a subtly distracting, unassuming murky shade of muted aubergine; a sprinkling of stars, brightly burning; the silent, enchanting silhouette of bats flying off into the night, barely atop the biggest (blownup) screen ever.

The Holiday was nice in its own right, perhaps made lovelier by the setting. Maybe I was made more biased by the nature of its characters, them being misunderstood arty editory types with silent, wretched pain and all. Well then, there's nothing to be done but be bias, is there? It was an easy, feel-good movie, perfect for (what seemed like hundreds and hundreds) of people spread in small clusters over the gentle slope doing classic cosy. It's hard to go wrong with romantic and romantic, I guess.

The night was lovely. If only the weather permitted this cinema by moonlight the year round.

On a Date

To see the man in the flesh, on his first time at Broadway, performing his autobiographical 700 Sundays, for which he snagged the Tony Award for Special Theatrical Experience, and the Drama Desk and Outer Critics Circle Awards for Outstanding Solo Performance, was worth every dime.

To be in the midst of one man who can command the complete attenion of every single person in every single seat of the Arts Theatre, and make each one laugh wholeheartedly, and tear quietly, was worth more than every dime.

As was his simple, heartfelt message.

To be a part of an instant and prolonged standing ovation, and to see the boy literally jump out of his seat to applaud, put a smile on my face.

And boy, does the man have an impressive wealth of family friends and connections, growing up in the jazz world of Manhattan, after all.

Eat My Heart Out

The only thing you need to converse before heading here
is every last bit of your appetite!

To be honest, I didn't so much as whiff at the cooked food.
Because I know it's far from great.
But the fresh seafood...

This is my dessert plate.
I didn't colour coordinate my selection, promise!

Meanwhile... Here we are at a plush restaurant at Crown,
and the topping of choice over his ice-cream is this.

Admiring the lights on an after-dinner stroll.
(Because. I was too stuffed to do more than drag my feet)
Til the next time I am voluntarily and completely sick from OOD!
(Oyster Overdose)

Before March rolls along

Went to Sorrento for the day for some food, fun, sun.

We stopped at this little town called Rye,
with a shimmery sea and sky.

Where things are slow and easy,
you learn to float. Like a boat :D

Happily ignorant of the sunstroke to come.

Sand Art Exhibition:
The Monster Pit.
There's Dracula, token dumb blonde, and er, who's Scaly?

Can you believe every single bit of these sculptures
is made from sand?
Well, except the wannabe dragon in the far right corner.

Now this is what I call a sandcastle!
This is as close as I'm happy playing princess.
(Doesn't mean I don't do spoilt!)

Check out the amazing detail!
The man making them spent so much time in the sun,
he was literally a redneck!

Half-naked people everywhere!
(Ha! Stop looking so hard!)

Little gnomes' home. (It rhymes!)
If I were a pixie, I'd live in a house like this.

King Kong is so compact
he's solid enough for a grown man to stand on!

For a second there, I felt like I was in LoTR!
Then I thought about a Roald Dahl story full of hairy men!

Ahhhh...
Everything makes sense now.

I want to state for the record that this was Not. My. Idea.
See how I'm made to do dumb things?

Ok, fine. This I did one on my own accord.
It is classic me! ;P

More coastal roads later, we pulled up on Sorrento's main street to fill our tummies. I'm a grub kinda girl. Are you?

There is nothing like spankin' fresh, cooked-to-order F&C!
T goes gaga over homemade TUBS of tartare!

That box of golden goodness looks smaller than it really is.
Much Smaller.
Scallops calamari king prawns hiding under.

Did I mention a holiday = non-stop eatting?
And only two seconds before I declared
being too full for even coffee!

Birds flying high, you know how I feel...
Next destination: Waterfront!
Whoopdeedoo ;D

The fluffy things look so good they were unreal,
as though someone took a big big brush and painted them there.

Being near water always makes me happy.
I like how the boats bop prettily along.

How is this anything but a slice of heaven?
*happy sigh*

At one end of the shore, there was a washed-up blanket of slush. It was mostly rotting seaweed, and no it wasn't half as bad as it sounds. In fact, there were many small treasures hiding within.

There was this bird who wouldn't let me come near it.
I was most intrigued by what it was exactly. I still don't know.
And I really like this formation the bird and gulls
are standing around in.

Amongst the leaves and little sea snails, T found a mini pincher.
Is a baby crab called a crablet?

Remember what I said about non-stop munch munch a-munchin'?
This is hardly a fair fight, poor crabbie.

It might be little, but it ain't brainless?
Look at the yellow markings, hee!

Now it's just showing off.
I heart showoff crabs!

Meanwhile, look what I found while
digging around for pretty shells.
I got so excited, I abandoned the empty ones,
and was determined to harvest enough of these to cook.

It was, in large part, a food escapade.
As luck would have it (for the four I found), there were far too few.
I sadly put the four back amongst the weeds and
parted with a last look of longing.

Well, that was my Wednesday. There was more to Wednesnight. But I'm all photo-ed out for now. What did you get up to on Wednesday?