Lazy hello, and some photos

Been up to this and that of late, most of which I'm not unhappy about, though in a lazy sort of contented way. What a long-winded way of saying I can't be arsed to blog about anything really, ha! Few and unimpressive photos marginally play a part.

I do have some of the Angs' KL wedding dinner at Vincenzo, Bangsar One.

Couples standing pretty.


We're not as blue as we look.


As she would say, it's self-explanatory ;)


Me and the boys.


We're the intertwined pals.


With the Bill Keithed bride.

I can't resist saying I just don't get why, but I always look more spastic back in KL. I'm convinced the weather doesn't help, but surely it's not just that? Anyway, spastic, and I have photos to prove it. Everytime.

Humbug.

And. To nip it in the bud, let me clarify that I mean I think I look sucky comparatively. No stupid rebuttals, thanks.

That's it. I did say I was rather uninspired at the blogging end of things. Someone's gotta embrace this Chinese new year's zodiac of choice - and no one better than she born in a year of the same one! :)

I want to travel, but not just in mind

I try not to dislike that friends have work and try even harder at it for those who work the crazy local hours and resent the way I held higher regard for some things than they now seem to be worth and can't believe that mum would ever fuss about my hair being too dark! and love that I have half-baked excuses to semi-dress up here and like very much that I am now training the trainer and can't say enough times that desire is a bitch and beam everytime I recall I've been Farragamoed and dream of when I might be Guccied and am very annoyed I don't have my camera wire and enjoy the company of people who let me be me and let me get wonderfully carried away being unrepressed and am totally fed up with my completely stuffed nose and share in the joy of happy news and stare mouth agaped at the announcement of shall I say interesting info and adore Audrey Kawasaki and Stella Im Hultberg for their talent at moody brooding and suggestion and hate that you suddenly have morals and admitting how much it cuts and am tickled thinking of what we talked about last night and want to know when the next time will be and wonder if I really have to give some things up at the expense of gaining others and can't stand just how much he is on his own planet and read the postsecret blog regularly and wonder what life would be like if I had taken the path she did which I encouraged but wonder too if I really have in me to have done it myself or am merely chewing on bravado and cling to the fact that he makes me laugh and wonder as well if I will ever really write again and worry about work to come and care but don't want to and can't be fucked but feel bad and know that sometimes, sometimes rambling is all one can do.

Thus ends the last wedding of the year (that'd be 8)

Clockwise, top L to R:
Lex doing possum, with the happy couple, yummy entree, yummy dessert, Ege & Saz, with Lizzie, fish!, more dessert, Shivani & Evie get funny, Chris & Em; insert: Mich & Soony.


Audrey & Cindy all bridesmaided up; V with Mr Man, as he's known; Jack, Sze Hwa & me; the Ngians & Greg.


The sparkles team, the Angs, A is a cutie!, Ben wants to play lowest neckline - I'm just glad he wins, Ange and the sisters, K & J.


The setting, and the moments.


Done deed.


Potentially Alex's last chance at being flanked by girls at their own will for a while. Hee.
We just can't let this be the last JAL pic - let's do it in Singapore/KL!


Me & SueBlue can smile on cue.


Look at that backdrop!
The girls behaving for the 1st pic...


...before getting into it!
Oh, how I love shouting 'change!' at them every 3 seconds!


Dinner doings.
Shameless at the usual self-showered attention.


Getting snapped with the man of the hour.


Very likely my favourite picture of the night.
Do our expressions say what we truly think of each other?


The contender.
Fine, I'll have 2 favourites.
We go Pop!


Classic cake-cutting shot.


I arranged the flowers, wheeee.

Over My Head

Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head.

Suddenly I've become part of the past.

It's coming down to nothing more than apathy.

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I remember again why I hated it so the last time.
I know, I know. I know why, but it doesn't make it any easier.

So I was unprepared that last time.
This time, I let hope abound.
Next time, there won't be a next time.

All that, and all I want, all I really want, is for that old unnurtured lack of conscience to ungrow this sudden thorn it has now sprung.

Damn it, I'm being realistic, why can't you?

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2nd post down, 3rd up in two ticks.
Save me, someone.

Okay

Scored a pair of rhinestone and mother of pearl cuffs off dad.
Was admiring them, and asked mom what rhinestones were exactly.

She thinks, then sings*: A rhinestone cowboy...




*bursts into song with much gusto

Scatterbug

It's always crazy this time of year, what with unceasing activities and mounting tiredness.

The parental units are in their element. I've had the unvolunteered opportunity to join them in their 3-day mad rush of last minute shopping, been assigned to think of suitable gifts on their behalf for them to give to others, do all the wrapping for the lot of gifts, get completely and desparingly tanned from major, major gardening and spring cleaning and preparing for a gathering of their friends for Christmas dinner, be present at the dinner and involved in the (unappealing uncle-aunty style) celebrations throughout, get told I am to prepare the roast lamb with nothing but the lamb at hand, make (three) more mad dashes to the store to get all the necessary ingredients the night before, before rolling up my sleeves to marinate my night away, and this is only a brush with my past few days' brand of madness.

There are more stories of last minute tree decorating, unplanned "we have to do something big-ish" for dad's 55th, other insane disorganisation, mental/emotional bullcrap, the works. Seriously, my trips home are never actually holidays. I've not met up, much less spoken, to anyone since touchdown, and my (lack of) energy levels certainly do not help.

Time is running out, though, as it always does, so I'm cramming in as quick a one as I can. I figure I'm beat, but am focusing on my Miss Wong-ed, 3-window seat flight back home, and the fact that I have begun the home-time Eating Pilgrimage, to keep me going this last lap.

I wanted to put up photos before they're expired way yonder, but photo dumping is no quick and easy task. I have in line an Angie-Ashley trio - Angie's hens, tea ceremony, wedding - but the first two will have to do for now.

The decent moments at Angie's hens,
and boy was it hard to find decent ones!

No one is excluded from wowing or shocking (in my case) others.
Audrey-Sue and Vera-Ange take it one step further -
wowing or shocking, you decide.

Can you guess which song they got all hyped up to?


Ash finally wins access to his bride.
Tortured groomsmen complimentary.


Has anyone made a study of Angie's camera radar?
The girl's a pro and a bit.


Just look at Joe grinning - soaking in his
new-found senior status over Ash for all its worth.


Between the ceremony and dinner,
we make good use of our time.


Being in control over boys always puts us in a good mood.
Guess it doesn't hurt that we haven't got
wasabi and what not lining out stomach walls.


You see, we're so good at amusing ourselves when waiting is needed. Alyssa and I do a sunnies-swap and ham it up for the camera before dinner. I'm trying and failing miserably, I know. Zzrrr.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Bad is Good

Lust-infested post ahead - you've been warned:

So after the wedding (photo dump to come), Vera and I were off to the 'honeymoon'. We had the best threesome ever, I just can't get over it. The truth was that we were dead to the world post-wedding, mentally and physically, and sin sin sinfully allowed ourselves to be un-pumped about the whole thing. We were so outta it, we almost degraded ourselves from gold class and stupidly stood at the silver for a whole half hour before figuring something wasn't quite right.

He took his time coming out, the tease, but when he did, boy did he get us worked up, and we let him entertain us, and entertain he did. And yes, I said gold class. We were thaat close. If any performer is an oozer he's one, and I had no qualms lapping it all up.

He's just so bad, I love it!

Looking back at all the pics, I have to say the photos do not at all do him justice. They don't show just how cheeky the rascal is. I said it already, but he's just so bad, I have to say it again. That glint in his eye, the power he blatantly wills, the puppy dog pout, the fun you have with him, that something more he keeps dangling, he's the very devil. And that accent! (got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup 'well wosh it op!')

Damn, Robbie, you're a charming, charming, baad boy. Your personality is delicious - you can rock my socks any day!

The Other Other Day...

it was Angie's bridal shower. The dresscode was a 'A Touch of Pink'; the theme, 'tea party', and we went a lil' crazy in the food department. What's new, huh?

Lil' Miss Angie is soon-to-be Mrs.


I made these truffles
(quite possibly for the first and last time!)
Baileys, cookies n' cream, plain nuts.


Mash Muffin - I like it that they like it :)


This was the spread...
Part #1.


Then there's Part #2.
We were so happily carried away, we were.
Food prep/presentation is definitely one of my 'happy pills'.


We're camera happy, and proud of it.


Pinkness every which way!


Speaking of which, this was the scene.
Nice work by the sisters.


And speaking of them, they're in their element!
How cute! Posing comes naturally, of course.


Someone in denial of her maternal instincts?
(Heeee. I just like teasing her.)


And finally, this took a number of tries 'cause someone *coughangiecough* had to enforce some QA! ;)
Guess one guilty party can't blame another, heh.

And then, it was off to The Lake House at Daylesford for Kat and Jem's wedding. The whole thing was as original as Kat, from her dress, to her shiny red shoes, to her feathered, bunny-tailed bridesmaids (the headpieces, what were you thinking?!), all of which I thought was very nice and refreshing. And there were ducks and swans gliding merrily in the lake throughout. Guess it's also no longer a secret that Jeremy loves BSB, and that Kat's one of the most sporting gal's around - she did a whole surprise dance-medley parody to a really stunned groom, which was funny as!

Top L to R, clockwise: The cousins, Chris and Jon,
with President Self-Shot, The 3 Quahs.


B and V, girls can self-entertain!,
four different types of matching stripes.


Steph and me between courses, Ange and Keryn, "take full length ahh...", smiling for the camera! (I look like a kid!)


Saz and me doing our standard function photo, the happy couple with another happy couple, Mich and Soony are always so cute in pics, S and Y doing matching, Al, dangling decor.


The maid of honour comes before the bride, Kat and her dad do the walk, eye to eye, bridesmaid #1 and #2, Anne Marie and Esther, the boys in blue ties.

The getaway!

The Other Day...

it was Liz's birthday, so we pumped her with alcohol like never before. The clown was standing at the end of it all, and we just have to drink (again) to that, of course!

"I didn't train for nothin'."


Me and Mary
(have got matching Cue dresses!)

And then, I pottered off to Kat's bridal shower picnic. I'll laze at a park (almost) any day, and with food, too, I had no complaints! ;)

And then, I was off to my favourite uni for pics with Josh. A graduation is always celebrated, and we hammed it up with cameras and food, yay!

Josh is celebrity for the day.
Oh, I beg your pardon, Doctor Lin, I mean.


There needs to be one of the boys...


Since there's without doubt, one of the girls!

And then, I went to see The Guardian with the boy and the sis. We all liked it; she for the buff bodies, he for the choppers, me for the story. And for the best collaboration I have seen between the current and the ex. Not that I can recall having seen any other, I just like saying it. The trouble was, I was almost dying parched from thirst, so I smartly bought two bottles of water before the show. I guzzled one down immediately and got right into the movie of endless seas and swimming pools and water the world over. I even had a tear to go with the H2O theme. You know the rest.

Fragments of a Forgetful Mind

I've been forgetting things muchly, and it's annoying me. The only thing I can recall is the sense of just how many things I've forgotten, but I'm hoping typing them out jogs the memory. I do know that I wanted to blog about some of them, but now I'm just filling the page with words about everything but. Bother.

On another very excitingly nerdy note, I got to typeset for the first time today! Even more excitingly nerdily so, I did it on InDesign! It's all so geeky and my-kind-of-wonderfully-challenging I'm just... giddy with excitement! I said excitement already, I know, but I just so am.

Oh yes. I had fun putting together the Present-A-Present hamper and gifts. All that planning and buying and wrapping and arranging and bow-tying is right in my pocket. T said the kids weren't gonna appreciate any of the artistic effort I put into presentation, but nothing's gonna burst my bubble. This is kickstart to the rest of the planning and buying and wrapping and arranging and bow-tying etc etc this Christmas season, and I love it!

I don't think it'll measure up to the exercise I get clubbing, but it's definitely a start. Groovin' to my spankin' new BopIt, that is. It's better than all the non-exercise I've been doing at any rate.

Lately, my love for shoes is truly needing to manifest itself. To be accurate, it already has in the past couple of days, but it needs to expand further, and I don't think there's any stopping it. (Who am I to object, really?) Happily, I think the boy has acknowledged and accepted and *gasp!* (even if only) marginally supported this fact, so I'm a happyclappy camper.

I feel like doing happy things: watch cutesy movies (Happy Feet, Ice Age 2), cook (roast lamb leg, lush salads, creamy mash), artsy things (Christmas gifts, painting), listen to new music (c'mon Bobby, cut an album!, Over My Head), read (the numerous things on my bookshelf), go crazy at DFO (to do the obvious), lie around at parks then cool off with gelati. There's more, but I'll start off here.

This has gotta be one of the most random posts ever. Hey, I'm random sometimes!

The Prestige

deserves every bit of the prestige it gets.
More convincing here, (as) if you need.
Goodnight.

Misc.

• It's been more than a month now since I blogged, wow.

• Today, the weather was a whoopin' 36 degrees. Far cry from less than a week ago's 14 and snow just before summer. I embraced it by having a toffee nut crunch magnum which was, and I quote, extra thick milk choc coating with peanut and toffee pieces & a divine toffee sauce, unquote. That was it - indulgence, nothing more nothing less. Oh, that and the tip they left on the back of the wrapper: Streets Ultra Magnum is an indulgent adult treat & to be enjoyed occasionally as part of a balanced diet. If you overindulge we recommend some brisk walks or an intimate romp with your partner.
  

• I've cleaned up all evidence of caffeine from my fridge, which is not to say I shall stay away from the call of the bean. Only now, it will be purely for pleasure.
  

• Although the fantasy where you bump into your dream girl on the tube and everything pans out in slow mo like in the movies is (for now) shattered, I'm glad you're staying. Who will we bully otherwise?

• Happy Birthday to very straight-faced Expert. Even after what when down, you are still that impressive! Time for party every weekend 'til dawn? I have at least 3 excuses, if that's what it takes.

• Every coming weekend from now on is one with excuses to dress up!

• Christmas is coming, and I swear I love the planning, listing, buying, wrapping as much as anything else. So I do it for my own sake, sue me.

• I said to the boy something to the effect that I'm probably doing a lot less exercise now than before because I'm wearing heels a lot less often than I used to. To which he said I was probably right. I'm so not gonna check if he was answering in jest; I'm taking it as gospel, and everyone knows you should try and abide by gospel. Besides, I might as well reaps the benefits of having a chiro handy now, shouldn't I?

• I don't care whose money it is, what I did or didn't do to deserve it, when I'm gonna regret it (I won't, never do), why I don't need a reason whatsoever, or how I will be succumbing to my every whim and fancy, I'm GOING SHOPPING!
  

• I handed in my work today. Yup, all six of them. Didn't even check them, don't give a toss. I don't care how well I do as long as I pass (maybe because I'm [too?] confident I will do better than just pass [eek!]), but as of today, I shall never ever have reason to be bogged down by assignments and classes ever again! ...Unless, of course, I forget the pain and decide to do it again, but that's another (very distant, if at all) story. (This, in part, explains the shopping.)