So here are pics from a couple of lunches and yes, there are more to come. I am starting to detest putting up pics of every single thing I do but somehow or other I feel obligated to because that's just what I do.


On Monday I met up with Liss, Kev, Chien, Nigel, Ji Yang and E-GUY! (See, I bold, underlined and put your name in italics even. Ok now?:P)
Pizza Uno's carbonara is good enough. Even if the portion looks small.


Liss and Kev. If I was sitting a little further away, this would've been a nicer picture. They can keep it in a yellowing photo album and share moments like these with their granchildren. :)


At the traffic lights, Kev and I had a chat about the weather. He wound the window up when I tried to mimic his shirt pulling antic due to the heat.


My mother said that if I don't fold the pile of clothes, I'm not allowed to go out for a movie. Chien and Chun Meng were kind enough to come in and help me fold some clothes so that I can go out. Chun Meng was bragging that he's really good at folding clothes and all since he has become independant in Australia...but after one piece he went onto my bed and played with my laptop. Ekekeke. Thanks for the help, guys.


Lunch with Yen Hou, Hsien and Esther at Kimgary's yesterday. We were having an argument about how guys' height really matters. Poor Yen Hou was twisting in his pants but he's taller than me and I am taller(169cm/5"6") than the average Malaysian girl so he shouldn't be worrying about being a "short guy". Obviously Hsien had loads to say about her expectations for a guy's height. Esther was being kind and she talked about the solution of wearing Jimmy Choo's specially designed platform shoes for bridegrooms. Is there such a thing?


My cheese baked rice. MmMmmmM. With chicken wings. mMMmmmmmMMMMm.


MmmMMmm..It pulls! Yes, yes, all that cheese will be burned off in NS. I promise. To myself and nobody else. So don't kutuk, please.


I woke up one morning and found my dog running around upstairs. The little bitch has learnt to climb the stairs..... and she left me a souvenier when I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I swear it is not mine. Well, at least she knows what belongs where. Close enough. She did pee a huge puddle of pee on my brother's rug though! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Procrastination takes its toll on me again. My brother needed a lift to school for his dance practice so I decided to tag along and see if he can "move it".

His dance was part of the line up of performances for Malam Sumbangsih - some kind of talent show that the school hopes to be an annual thing. The tickets are priced at RM120 and it is held in Holiday Villa. Why do all the tickets at crappy Holiday Villa cost so much?? I thought my prom tickets which were going at RM95 were bad enough.

The first performance was from the choir club. Valerie Khoo  plays the clavinova(that thing has served us well throughout the years) as background music. The songs were so upbeat and you know, you just feel like jumping out of your chair and groove to their really projected voices. A far cry from the choir club during my time. Not that I was in it, but even then I thought Catch A Falling Star was done really well. It keeps getting better. I actually attempted to join the choir with Mel in form2 but we pulled out because a certain ex-bf of her's was there at the same time. Pity though as we were singing Kau Ilhamku and The Lion Sleeps Tonight. Would have been great, especially the ah-WeEeEe part. I still do it in the bathroom some nights to satisfy myself. Ahem, that doesn't sound so right. Heh.


The opening of the performance was quite unique as we see a multitude of colours(my eyes, but in a good way) and two crowds sashay in from opposite directions high-fiving, hugging and hey-ing each other.


They groove towards their respective microphones and start crooning. They are VERY good. Kudos to Pn. Mah(the choir teacher). Especially due to the fact that she could remember my name.("Pei Shan, right?")


Next up would be my brother's performance. The group is called the Interact and Leo dance group. At this point, Pn. Rajes(my dear Interact teacher advisor who once sent me to grab the butts of SMKSS17 male board of directors as a welcome-to-Smk-Subang-Utama-by-our-club-mascot gesture.) saw me and motioned me to join her in the front row. Hence the nicer photos.

It was fun seeing Pn.Rajes again but I didn't dare suggest that we camwhore together because the last time I tried that she made alot of noise about how her hair was too puffy and how she doesn't have enough make up on. Hehehe. We did become very critical of the performances but I think of it as constructive criticisms. She sent her regards to the entire board of directors of 2003. Especially those who have gone to Australia! Rajes sends her regards, guys!


That's my brother next to the girl(Khe Chun, Khe Hsin/Cecilia's sister)in red. He is the one in a grey shirt with a white tee.


Sohail, our resident Peter Pan who never fails to keep in contact with everybody in SMK Subang Utama. It's like he never left school! He is the brain behind the dance and boy, can he move. I can still remember it was him who helped me pass a love letter to Jin Tian back when I was in form1 and he was in form5.


Mr. Ang the DJ!(hidden amidst the clavinova and obviously new PA system). A mention of his name("Mr Ang coming!! Mr Ang coming!!") back in those days would rid the corridors of loitering students. I remember a time back in form2 he would come into the boisterous 2 Damai(not my class, I was in 2 Cekap, but it was just as noisy) and made all the boys stand on the table and the girls stand on the chairs. Power, man.

Mr. Ang mans the PA systems for the school. Apparently it belongs to him. Back in form4(gosh, I'm walking down memory lane here!), Kay Hong was given the opportunity to handle the Leo Club's Futsal project. Major screw-ups happened. Bad luck sort of follows Kay Hong around. It's amusing now. But he looked so sad when monetary prizes were missing, fights between teams, people threatening to beat him, his directors getting pissed at him... hohoh you should have seen his face the following day in school. He actually took an MC to clear his mind up.

One of the funnier things that happened was when a bunch of the Leo Club's seniors (Donovan, Mark, Zi Wei and gang) caused him some problems.

A muffin was on top one of the amplifiers and the guys were manning drinks nearby. Then Zi Wei said, "oei oei, damn cool wei, look at the muffin! GOT SMOKE COMING OUT!!!" and then they got excited and turned the volume up to see if it increases the temperature as well. (an increase in volume is not proportional to an increase in temperature).

They got really excited when the muffin started smoking somemore and the next thing you knew..POW!! The amp blew.

I don't know how accurate my story was lah, but we all know Kay Hong is good at storytelling and all. (Minus whatever he says by 80%).

The following day, Chee Kiang being the club's president and all had to go settle the issue in Mr. Ang's office. Chee Kiang said he tried saying sorry, "Sorry teacher, we didn't mean to -" "My AMP!!!!" wailed Mr. Ang. "Sorry teacher, the guys lah....." and he was cut off again by Mr Ang wailing, "MY AMP~~!!!!!".....It must have been a traumatising time for Mr. Ang.

LOL. Now I can laugh lah. Back then everybody felt so fucked up about all the screw ups.


A bunch of Leo girls did a dance to Play That Funky Music. I immediately remembered my dance to the same song back in form3 for our International Understanding Day cum Interact Installation. However, these girls were too young to be influenced by our ..ahem, suave moves because the oldest of the lot was only in form1 then.


A duet by Nicollete and Yazid. They sang More Than Words and a Malay song called Pulangkan. I prefer the Malay song. Nicolette's melodious voice really suited it and as for More Than Words, the both of them were not consistent. Hehehe, cheh wah, like Malaysian Idol's judge only. It was satisfying though.


Nicholas, Liss' brother, was playing the guitar for the duet. Pretty good at it too, I should add. My brother calls it busking. Don't mind him.


They even had a solitary dancer moving to the tune in a white floaty apparel.


The vip area. I was there in the front row chatting with Pn. Rajes. Hehe.


This is the last performance I saw before heading home. They looked really young at first and I wasn't really expecting much as they weren't all fancy and stuff. They did A Little Bit Of Love and WOW. ... WOW. That pink girl can sing!! To quote Pn. Rajes, "Got sexy voice hor that girl!" Yeah, it's that sultry edge in her voice and she doesn't sound as shy as she looks. Thumbs up from me!


The back of the rehearsal hall. I'm peeking out from the partition that used to separate my form5 class and the next door class.

As I was walking out of the hall, I saw this prefect looking at me and I had this thought in my head, "Shit, is she going to throw me out of school because I'm in shorts? Don't be silly, you're so old already, nobody will minus your demerit marks..wait, what demerit marks to minus??"

Then she approached me and said, "HEYYY! I read your blog!"

Whahahahaa..KEMBANGNYA AKU.

She introduced herself as Grace, a form4 girl who knows my brother and obviously came to my blog from my brother's. I invited her to camwhore. Kaang Cheing was passing by and we grabbed him into the picture as well.


l-r: Kaang Cheing, Grace, Me.

It was nice to meet you, Grace!

The rest of the day was spent running errands for myself.


I bought four notepads to be used as journals/blog entry mediums, two stacks of envelopes, stamps, three pen refills and a torchlight. The torchlight is for me to blog during lights out.


I rearranged my earrings!! Cantik, boh?


Tada!! Esther doesn't allow me to bring it to NS so I am trying to finish this in three days.The mother of chick lits comes up with an apparently good one. I've read all of Sophie's books. Other chick lit authors whom I adore will be Marian Keyes, Cecilia Arhern and Belinda Jones.(Her best book was Divas Las Vegas(I read it four times), and her latest one about searching for a Mr. Right across the USA is so boring I couldn't continue).