Doll Day

Damn, I look like I've been drinking even without trying.
(For the record, no the guys didn't sneak in alcohol,
as they originally planned)

Ahhh, better.
This is while the only thing that's heating things up are the
blasted weather and growing crowd.

Early on, while everyone's still fresh, and the boys are not yet rowdy and chantin-- er, nevermind what they were chanting.

The girls sneak in a photo before it got all shovy.
Clearly, the party is yet to begin.

Yup, we're pretty much ignoring the opening act. And yep, we're already drenched. Sticky hair is so not cool.

Still ignoring. And looking happier than we really are -
the wait was long, and the heat, insane.

Finally. Lights flash, the girls strut out, fireworks explode,
and the crowd goes wild!

Who's got the pussycat fever, who?
(I want any one of those abs... sob)

In the blue light, there were many a teaser moment.
As there were many a hopeful puppy.

Like I said, many a moment. The girls get cutesy on screen.
Bop! Bop! Bop!
Rats, why is it so blur here? Grrr.

She's a tease, but she can please!
Nic's got the crowd - guys and girls - wrapped round her lil' finger.

The dolls turning up the wild. You have no idea how hard it was to get clear shots, that's how much they were shakin' movin' groovin'.

You gotta give it to them - love 'em or hate 'em,
they've got all the attention!

Meshed

It's been awhile. Something like two weeks; fourteen days; half a month... gosh, the days just seem to whizz by. So much to say, so little that's truly significant. I guess life's been little pieces of here and there: getting organized for uni, and still at it, and for work also, ultimate immersion of all things wedding (not mine), not to mention big burning of hole in pocket towards said immersion, considering the options to making most income possible to supplement quickly expiring finances, wondering what a different life would be like, wondering if I am only ever wishful but without the guts to do more than wonder, grinding my teeth hard at backneckheadaches that just won't go away, and other such orgasmic events.

If life really is what one makes it to be, then is my life only what it is because I don't make it more? What holds one back from more? Maybe it's fear - fear of unacceptance, fear of taking risks and failing, fear of having to give up something in place of something else. Maybe it's the fear of losing... losing out, losing face, losing what you already have, losing an already precarious sense of self, losing yourself to the unknown, losing your chance at getting just a little more of what it is that isn't yours to lose in the first place. That, and being unable to lose the fears. Whatever it is, having limited resources (yes, I mean money) sure doesn't help.

On a looking-on-the-brighter-side (I think) note, I'm busy every bleeding Saturday in September.

Rats, I really need to get a (third) more reliable, consistently-paying job.

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What's sardonically funny and painfully sad at the same time, is the fact that people keep asking me. Like we're actually close. Like I know anything of relevance. I wish they were right, those people. That I did know something. Something, anything... anything at all.

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And of course, I have - no surprise now - photos. Of concert with B, and of probably one of the best days yet since I've been back, hanging with Missa and Fie. And um, the unwanted company of many an evil pigeon. Up soon!

Over the Weekend in Photos

Delicious Time

Light delight
Shining through the bars at Delicious

Where there's food...
There's Vern!

Somebody wanted to make a point to Melburnians
about just how much fun you can too have back home

First, he ruffled feathers about my being too busy for him
Then, he backed out of our appointment because he didn't have the confidence to drive to my place. Talk some more la...

Mr Business Man whizzing from country to country
Don't forget to whizz by here as promised!

I'm a bit obsessed by the pretty things
And the notion of Imprisoned Light

Leisurely Laze

Slurp-a-slurpin' on unhealthy cream soup
and a-munchin' unhealthy puff pastry - Yum!

I overheard the waitress serving us getting a mock telling-off
from a waiter for not calling on him to serve us instead.
Then, he gave us free biscotti, sent to our table by an understudy!

Oops. Not sure who influenced who,
But when you find a good thing - on sale! - grab it!

Transport Hell turns Bonus Time with the Hainan

Malaysian Driving at its Best
Hey, we gotta do somethin' when it jams no end, right?

I'm not complaining one bit
She saved me from local-transport utter ineffeciency, and etiquetteless baffoons.

Mamak Moments

Lil' Miss Infectious Giggle
Causing nose bleeds the world over

Isaac Shmisac is all grown up
But if your status is as is this time next year, I'm calling the mail-order bride service

Putrajaya (a)Maze(ment)

My driver and company
Owe you a big one, babe!

The only non-aesthetic value bridgeybridge had for us
Was to remind us we'd pass it again. And again.
And... you get the idea.

If Miss Statue of Liberty were here
She'd be spoilt for choice! ;P

Curly light, what a sight!
Wonder if the birds ever get confused, haha.

Look at the curvy street and traffic lights!
Made me feel like I was in Willy Wonka Land!

The Palace of Justice
Dome-dy-dome-dum-dummm...

Piggy goes for a ride
Through the maze of smart archi (but maze no less!)

Uh oh. All of a sudden... someone's gone shy
Grilling session in progress, perhaps? :D I'll never tell...

Seeing through new eyes?
Perhaps not such a bad thing after my endless search upon search for frames

Finally - I find something at long last! Waddaya think?
Here, you can also see why my dad sometimes says I have Pixie Ears.

H1 Happenings

Three picks - which would you choose?
The beers, I mean. The beers.

Starting the night with alcohol, teehee.
Though here, Steph demonstrates pouring Method Fail

She quickly covers and attacks the problem with Method Fix
Note how she reaches for the bottle and has pushed the mug of froth to Jack

At last, the group sits down
Totally famished

Sel and Aaron
Give their best cheesy smiles

Stefunny - one of the girls I've spent the most time in the Water Closet with; WC - one of the funniest guys I know

Three choices times two!
Fatty sauces nyam nyam nyam!

With JonJon
One second after this, we savagely attacked our food

Boy oh boy!
The captions I could come up for this!

So Steph and I are Hainanese, my dad and her aunt were classmates, her aunt and Sel's mum are best friends, and Sel's dad has meets with mine sometimes. In fact, he meets Steph's aunt on occasion, too. Frankly, the links scare me a bit.

Nyehhh. Has Moochie Face Thomas been hanging too much around Moochie Face Wang, or is it the other way around?

Reunited with my Photo Buddy! To be technically correct, she was my photo bug - she infected me, and there was no turning back. Hee.
Eh, Miss Cheater who's standing on her toes: why is this shot blur?

We got this photo after a gazillion tries!
Don't know why Aaron is doing some macha pose over yonder.

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

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