woodland nymphs and starry nights
Sunday, July 30, 2006
I'm undecided as to what I should call my brand new shiny curls; it's pretty much a toss up between ramen noodles or Roman goddess. Well, then again, it does quite stick out at odd areas when I wake up in the mornings giving me the fashionable look of a grumpy, dark-haired sheep.
Although, I must say, the long, luxurious curls does tickle the imagination--think along the lines of woodland nymphs sprinting through the forest glowingly naked before playfully albeit cautiously basking in the sparkling, cool waterfall amidst the musical chimes of their laughter.
Magical, really.
Besides that, this was pretty much intended to be a picture whoring post with the usual fare of redundant commentary. Enjoy :)
Our night started with dinner at Oriental Cravings:
Happy bunch of folks: (L to R) Liam, Yas, Pau and Jason
Happier bunch of folks: (L to R) Giggly Cina, happy Sun, "drunk" Liam and laughing Yas
Mei and June. No July :x
The Trio. Gosh, aren't we happy ;)
Note: we're all extremely happy because these pictures were taken after dinner.
After dinner, we decided to work off some of the carbs by looking for shoes... or rather, Liam's shoes since his is a tad bit worn in. Unfortunately, every Converse shoe shop we went to had ONE pair of size twelve shoes in stock. ONE pair.
Yes people, for every Converse store that carries a pair of size twelves, there is only one person in the city that has size twelve feet. Honestly.
No shoes for Liam, no luck for Yas either (after jumping from Nose to Vincci). I oogled at the shoes but that was about it because I met my shoe quota when Yees was back ;) One could argue that there is in fact no shoe quota; it's absolute rubbish to impose such limitations on an in-built female mechanism to naturally want more and more shoes for no particular reason at all besides the "want".
Men will never understand this concept... and neither will my dad seeing as I'm running out of place to keep my shoes lest I start arranging them under my bed.
After our fruitless shoe hunt, it was off to Mont Kiara for a little soul reclaiming (and rainforest saving) jazz rhythms.
A tad bit more camera loving:
To the ladies... and the motion blur effect
Cheers! More beer, happier Liam ^^;
The day would not be complete with another trio shot:
Liam whoring up the camera a notch :p
And finally, aren't our guests from Oz looking so sweet together?
Liam and Yas
I'm undecided as to what I should call my brand new shiny curls; it's pretty much a toss up between ramen noodles or Roman goddess. Well, then again, it does quite stick out at odd areas when I wake up in the mornings giving me the fashionable look of a grumpy, dark-haired sheep.
Although, I must say, the long, luxurious curls does tickle the imagination--think along the lines of woodland nymphs sprinting through the forest glowingly naked before playfully albeit cautiously basking in the sparkling, cool waterfall amidst the musical chimes of their laughter.
Magical, really.
Besides that, this was pretty much intended to be a picture whoring post with the usual fare of redundant commentary. Enjoy :)
Our night started with dinner at Oriental Cravings:
Happy bunch of folks: (L to R) Liam, Yas, Pau and Jason
Happier bunch of folks: (L to R) Giggly Cina, happy Sun, "drunk" Liam and laughing Yas
Mei and June. No July :x
The Trio. Gosh, aren't we happy ;)
Note: we're all extremely happy because these pictures were taken after dinner.
After dinner, we decided to work off some of the carbs by looking for shoes... or rather, Liam's shoes since his is a tad bit worn in. Unfortunately, every Converse shoe shop we went to had ONE pair of size twelve shoes in stock. ONE pair.
Yes people, for every Converse store that carries a pair of size twelves, there is only one person in the city that has size twelve feet. Honestly.
No shoes for Liam, no luck for Yas either (after jumping from Nose to Vincci). I oogled at the shoes but that was about it because I met my shoe quota when Yees was back ;) One could argue that there is in fact no shoe quota; it's absolute rubbish to impose such limitations on an in-built female mechanism to naturally want more and more shoes for no particular reason at all besides the "want".
Men will never understand this concept... and neither will my dad seeing as I'm running out of place to keep my shoes lest I start arranging them under my bed.
After our fruitless shoe hunt, it was off to Mont Kiara for a little soul reclaiming (and rainforest saving) jazz rhythms.
A tad bit more camera loving:
To the ladies... and the motion blur effect
Cheers! More beer, happier Liam ^^;
The day would not be complete with another trio shot:
Liam whoring up the camera a notch :p
And finally, aren't our guests from Oz looking so sweet together?
Liam and Yas
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