Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

M.O.S.

Known to us as Ministry Of Sound.

Known to parents as Mysterious Outing Spot.

The clock struck midnight by the time we entered the threshold of Euphoria.

Squirmed through the sardine-packed crowd (suspects: prom night attendees, if a couple of their floor-length gowns were of any indication) to hunt for a clear 4-person spot to dance.

Flung our hands in the air like demented windmills and subconsciously nodded our heads to the beats reverberating beneath the soles of our feet.

Danced with, then desperately attempted fleeing, horny guys who could be mistaken for construction workers beyond the confines of the club.

Had frizzy drinks with a tinge of bitterness that tasted more like cheap carbonated soda than intoxicating alcohol.

Cheered on while 2 blokes strutted to the curtain call of MJ's Billie Jean.

Stumbled out in a daze and steered by a sea of people after the club was declared close for the 'night'.

Went in half-blind (somewhere in Amanda's upstairs bathroom still lies my other contact lens, invisible to my naked eye), came out half-blind AND half-deaf.

Oh well. It's the experience that counts, non?

Ke-luh-bing!

How we managed to last for 3 hours in that oxygen-deprived/body-odour-clogged dance floor is currently way beyond me

Me and Lucy

Jo and Daa

Me and Daa

Posers

Pengsan pula...

Ever so attentive to the camera

High on God knows what

At this point, my body was screaming for a recharge. It was minutes before 3am.

The only successful group shot in the vicinity of the club

Perhaps seconds prior to dozing off right on the couch itself

Dragged myself out of the couch 2 hours later to wash myself up and wait for mom to pick my up. The 3 of them averred me mad.

P.S. Public Enemies was freaking awesome! Johnny Depp vs Christian Bale. Their presence glorified the film :)

><((((º> Fishie fishie <º))))><

Les poissons
Les poissons
How I love les poissons
Love to chop
And to serve little fish
First I cut off their heads
Then I pull out the bones
Ah mais oui
Ca c'est toujours delish
Les poissons
Les poissons
Hee hee hee
Hah hah hah
With the cleaver I hack them in two
I pull out what's inside
And I serve it up fried
God, I love little fishes
Don't you?

Here's something for tempting the palate
Prepared in the classic technique
First you pound the fish flat with a mallet
Then you slash through the skin
Give the belly a slice
Then you rub some salt in
'Cause that makes it taste nice

Sacre bleu
What is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little succulent crab?
Quel dommage
What a loss
Here we go in the sauce
Now some flour, I think
Just a dab
Now I stuff you with bread
It don't hurt 'cause you're dead
And you're certainly lucky you are
'Cause it's gonna be hot
In my big silver pot
Toodle loo mon poisson
Au revoir!



If only my French teacher covered this song along with all those French nursery rhymes... WHY DIDN'T SHE?! Not that there's much French words in it...

THE. SONG. IS. SO. DAMN. CUTE.

P.S. HELP. Disney songs have vexed me!
P.P.S.
Les poisson: Fishes
Mais oui: Of course
Sacre bleu (written in French as Sacrebleu): A cry of surprise/anger. In other words, Oh my God.
Quel dommage: What a pity/shame
Au revoir: Goodbye. Adios.

Books Enhancement

Caught you there, didn't I?

Mom finally saw through the fog and apprehend the impetus for my struggle. She finally came to terms with the reality that I had long assented. Upon this cognizance, she uttered the six tinkling magical words, "You have to read more books."

Despite the sting of acknowledgement of my faltering English, my inward sly smile could not have been broader >:) Ah, the luscious sensation of tasting the words on the tip of my tongue again (not that I haven't been secretly reading all this while). There was one thing though...

"You should try and read a wider variety of books. Not just those fairy magic books you keep reading. Go read some classics. Good for improving your English."

Ugh. How distasteful. Twice I attempted Pride & Prejudice, both times I couldn't surpass the 5th chapter. Excerpts of classics were fine, like those we were acquiesced to read for the English class my mom sent me to during high school (LoL. I remember how my teacher used to stress she was not giving us English tuition, which follows shallow school crap, but English class using American syllabus. I find it kind of weird though, writing our essays/speeches/dramas in British English but studying Martin Luther King's I Have A Dream and the likes in American English. Pretty confusing sometimes, if you ask me).

I guess I don't have much choice, do I? Plus, she might not fund any of my new novels save classics *gasp* Nah. But still. So, erm, suggestions? I know classics-enthusiast Eu-know-who has a lot to contribute.

More than words

"How's your ear?" Monk asked.

Grey shook his head, angry.

Monk came forward anyway. He reached, not particularly gently, and inspected the damage on his ear. "Just a skin lac Hold still." He dabbed the wound, then sprayed it from a tiny bottle.

It stung like a son of a bitch.

"Liquid bandage," Monk explained. "It dries in seconds. Even faster if I blow on it. But I don't want to get you too excited."

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Rolling across the floor, she reached Vigor. The monsignor crouched near the top of the fire pit tunnel. She handed him her gun. "Down," she ordered. "Shoot anybody that comes into view."

"What about you?"

"No, don't shoot me."

"I mean where are you going?"

"Hunting."

Map of Bones, James Rollins

Witticism. What I love best in a book :)

Rainbow after a Rain

The Union of the Sluts brought forth yet another slew of notorious wrongdoings.

Trysting place: Santini/San Francisco, Tropicana Mall

Yet-to-be-settled case: THE Great Escape

Blessing the minions with their presence were:

Her Sluttaciousness Amanda from the Land of False Pretenses

Her Sluttaciousness Joanna from the Country-That-Analyzes-Too-Much

Her Sluttaciousness Ying Hui from the Scrapland

His Sluttaciousness Eu Chern from the Country-That-Paints-Their-Towns-Blue

Her Sluttatiousness Lucinda from the Land-That-Hugs-And-Kisses-A-Lot

Her Sluttaciousness Jing Hua from the Tiny Pond

(His Sluttaciousness Chee Kin from the Land of Knarnia was once again inexplicably M.I.A.)

Spent half the time quoting Michael Jackson's Remember The Time.

Do you remember the time

When Chee Kin strip-danced for us

When we gave him that shirt

That said 'I'm a Virgin'?

Do you remember the time

When Jo hosted a forum

On pre-marital sex

And we recorded it?

The other half was, well, hogwashing (yesh, such word does exist) about a mixture of everything while being snapped to and reverted back to the plotting of our escapade, by whoever was currently in a sane state of mind, every single time we drifted off topic, which happened in 5 second-intervals.

Amazing indeed, that we gave up plotting AFTER lunch and not during. Seeked solace in my camera instead.

None shall pass but the colour green

Show some skin, y'all

Candid shots

Life ain't fun without colours, non?

The unavoidable cam-whoring

I like this shot. Makes it look as if it were candid, yet she was somehow aware of the camera pointing at her. And the lighting was pretty too :) Come to think of it, there aren't many photos of Jing Hua, especially solo ones.

Ahh. That BABY BLUE 'Buy me stuff & I'll be nicer' Happy Bunny blouse Joanna and Eu Chern got me for my birhtday. Loves it! OoOoOOooo! I brought the black bag Amanda and Shien Yin gave me too but it shy-ed away from the camera >:(

Save the best for the last. Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen :) Though I personally wouldn't mind if we stuck to intoxicating ourselves with Starbucks and feeding our exploding dam of photos. As it is, movie was wicked. Graphics and plot wise. Didn't pay much attention to the minute details and characters. Perhaps a second time would do my rating for the movie justice. I'm just saying.

No. My bro and sis weren't really there, I photoshopped them in Bro, sis and mom joined us for the movie. The more the merrier?

They said there is a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. I've found my pot of gold :)

Like I'd promised :)

A Little Breather

Original plan:

Head to MidValley, get Jia Wen's laptop fixed, quick lunch and rush back to uni for Music Tech midterm recording assignment

Sidetrack:

Someone's fingers got itchy looking at the word SALES a tad too many a times

Catalyst:

Cancellation of recording assignment

End result:

Stayed till 6pm to quench that certain someone's thirst for new clothes

By-product:

1 black collared shirt from the Reject Shop and 4 Body Glove mini polos (3 black, 1 green. Guess who owns the odd one?)

Oh. And photos :)

It was Sizzling Hot Plate day. Except for Little Miss Oddball sitting opposite me.

Dave

Jia Wen

Huay May

Moi

Rachel & Kevin

Booo! Carmen was the only who didn't fancy Sizzling Hot Plate for lunch >:(

So we loitered around for the next hour, killing time with window shopping (for the moment). But thanks to Chu Ying's sms on the cancellation of the recording, and not to mention Dave's inevitable need to purchase a new shirt (AND the alluring SALE signs), we were all tempted to allow our wallets a little breather. And succumbed to it, we did (to be frank, I'd rather feast my eyes with books then clothes anytime, even if I desperately need new ones, but it ain't fun squealing over books alone).

Guess where we shopped at? BODY GLOVE! 2 for RM 50, 3rd piece for RM19. Wicked, wasn't it? So we got ourselves 4 of the mini polos off the promotion rack. Black ones for Jia Wen, Huay May and Carmen. Green for me (why do I always strive to be odd?).

Departed around 6pm, thus explained why we reached college an hour later instead of the usual 15 mintues. Dilly-dallied for a while, dropped Carmen off at McD and off we went again to Nihon Kai to re-celebrate Rachel's birthday since only a couple of us were free on Monday. Spent half the time laughing. Audrey's idea on diverting attention from Wen Dee's flattering figure WAS interesting :) I wonder how long it takes for Wen Dee to see through the fog and comprehend the joke...

Anyway, Happy Belated 19th Birthday, Rachel! Sorry we didn't get to carry out the tradition and squash your face into the cake! Next year, then >:)