Shrek 4 Favorite Bits

For some reason, these 2 has stuck to me for some weird reasons today.
No doubt, i love the following few scenes off of Shrek 4.
Anyhow, as with the case these days with so many things on the mind both bad and good menage-a-trois'ed with so little time .. i'll let the videos do the post.

LMFAO - Sexy & I Know It

<<< NSFW >>>

gawky funny stuff ; of course the man in the box is in it as well 

o--kay Redfoo we get-it

Mr Wu's A Window Cleaner

Mr Wu's A Window Cleaner




source - songfacts.com
In 1932, Formby recorded "Chinese Laundry Blues" in which he introduced Mr Wu, a lovesick Chinese laundry worker from Limehouse in East London. In 1936, he recorded "When I'm Cleaning Windows". Put them together and you get "Mr Wu's A Window Cleaner Now". According to The George Formby Society, this song was recorded December 17, 1939 on the Regal Zonophone label. Written by the same team, Fred E. Cliffe, Harry Gifford and Formby himself, this is one of his more endearing novelty songs. (thanks, Alexander Baron - London, England)

The Music Videos Post

i know, lazy ol' me.
well, i should just re-name the title something along the line like - let the music(video) speak? /or a (music)picture speaks a thousand words?
corny.

the recent hiatus

been away from updating this weblog.
just a quick post to remind and prove that I can and will still blog even though I have a steady j.o.b.; which wasn't surprising in the past that all weblogs would get un-cared for whenever I have work to do.
this, perhaps is a new resolution to keep this alive, and also another thing is to try to update the persona that is 'the discobala'.

great 1 month working under The Big Group, felt all welcomed and the feedback of my performances has been great and encouraging; and in little ways than none, has brought back the confidence in myself as I re-discover and re-invent myself these few weeks.

I'm going to sneak away and let some pictorials to do the rest.
another day another dollar, eh?

Brandy Alexander 2.0.11

This is my take on the classic Brandy Alexander cocktail; done tonight itself as someone wanted something sweet and creamy; yet masculine.
I picked the classic cocktail, and balanced it with spice notes and a certain few substitutions and a few old tricks for the effects. Of course, the picture doesn't do much justice to the drink; with the flash toying up with my shaky hands.

Brandy Alexander 2.0.11

Hennessy V.S.O.P

Bailey's Irish Cream
Dark CDC
Chai - infused Sweet Vermouth
Cream
Cinnamon flakes & stick for garnish

T A T E

The People

Some days, Batman just wants to be Bruce. Not Bruce Wayne, just Bruce.

He wants to lounge about with his other hero friends, all of them in stealth mode. 

They stand at the bar and recount their adventures; play pool and puff on cigars. They are at ease, undisturbed by fainting damsels in distress.

They drink Hendrick's on the rocks, with a dash of tonic and a twist of lemon, reminiscing about criminals of the good ol' days and ruminating about today's entirely different breed…they wonder if as heroes, their jobs are ever done. 

The good thing is, hero or not, they know that there's always a place where they can be just Bruce. Or Peter. Or Clark.

TATE.

Inspired by the Roaring 20s, Tate revisits the exclusive speakeasies of the Prohibition period when alcohol was illegal and private bars were the only means for prominent patrons to enjoy premium drinks.

Embodying the old school ‘members-only’ bar philosophy of privacy and discretion, Tate is elegantly designed, appointed with solid wood, leather and crystal cut glass, lending it a persona that is intimate and understated.

Opening hours:

5pm- till late daily

Thanks for the review, Sean

Home Wet Bar / home of the nifty

Found a coupla nifty looking bar-related gadgetry yesterday on the net. It certainly has been awhile since i was at HomeWetBar and I practically have to keep my mouth close from all the drool forming up.
Initially I was there to look for liquor dispensers of any kind on the net for Govin the @Ayat0llah; instead of the usual conventional stuff that the other boys directed him to (or at least I think), I found these and a few others more.

Utter favorite;uber-classic

Jackpot mixed dispenser

Skull decanter

feeling the voodooooooo ...

Cast Iron Bottle Opener - of course I'm such a sucker for this paw - shaped thingie eh?

                               

of The Hognose & other friends from the shop

Saw this little cute fella from our visits to the pet store in Ikano. Tiny snake of say not exceeding 2 months old and rough estimate the length of my middle finger.
This sparks my new interest in this specie; as our last visit on Wednesday to get some much needed mice supply for Floppie.
Prior to this I noticed this small little dynamite being active in slitering about its cage; of course the size of it helps in scoring points in the cute-ness factor, hence my attention.

The hognose.
What little I know of this snake was from a character name in KOEI's Warriors Orochi series (they named all the weak subordinates of the titular villain by names of non-venomous snakes) and of course when I read the tag for it; it raised an eyebrow as they're charging RM550 for this little fella.
But I got the kicks out of this infatuation only the day after when I happened to wiki the said snake.

source:wikipedia
The hognose snake is a type of colubrid snake characterized by an upturned snout. They are notorious for playing dead when threatened. The hognose snakes consist of three distantly related genera that are artificially grouped together by the "hognose" common name.


Behavior - When threatened, hognose snakes will flatten their necks and raise their heads off the ground, like a cobra, and hiss. They may sometimes feign strikes, but are not apt to bite. This behaviour has earned them several nicknames, such as "puff adder", "blowing adder", "flathead", "spreadhead", "spreading adder" or "hissing adder". Note, though, the nickname "puff adder" is only a nickname, and is not scientifically correct. There is a highly venomous viper from Africa called the puff adder, Bitis arietans.

If this threat display does not work to deter a would-be predator, hognose snakes will often roll onto their back and play dead, going so far as to emit a foul musk and fecal matter from their cloaca and let their tongue hang out of their mouth, sometimes accompanied by small droplets of blood. If they are rolled upright while in this state, they will often roll back as if insisting they really are dead. It has been observed that the snake, while appearing to be dead, will still watch the animal that caused the death pose. The snake will 'resurrect' sooner if the threat is looking away from it than if the threat is looking at the snake.

*skip to 0:29 for the action*

Cute.

Honduran Milk Snake

Florida King Snake

our lil tiny guy - Hognose

some tortoise spreading eagle nonsense

Prairie Dog

whut-chu-looking-at?

Man Utd New Kit 11/12

Only the truly great wears this shirt.

New United Home kit revealed and on pre-sale for the launch early June on the web. Boggled the eye of the unsuspecting non-fan; but I guess the collar stripes are alright. Though doing away with the flimsy collars of this recently ended season's kit did a bit of good as the collars never did look good on tv. In the sense of living up to the Cantona-esque role of the simple white collar; that failed.

I'd suspect come launch date there should be a surprise in store; say, all new third kit, or special Euro kit ?
All in all, we'd see how it unfolds in the couple weeks.
As for the time being, United vs Juventus, Neville's testimonial match!

*note - I wonder how soon the pirates would be able to weave their magic this time around, given this minimal change....

Overcoming Ophiophobia

Ophiophobia
Fear of snakes.

For the life of me, I've been plain terrified with snakes for as far long as I can remember. It's not like I have any dangerous encounter or any sort; but I can relate to the chill down my spine when I was a wee pip squeek in primary school walking through the century-old building with its musky damp old smell and stuck dead looking at a piece of old snakeskin.
Of course, I stood there and re-traced my steps and that was one bit of sub-plot in my nightmare program for ages to come.
Aside from getting the heebie-gajeebies everytime I find myself staring through the looking glass in the zoo. Yeah my blood curdles every single time I look at them, and this is coming from someone who has been fortunate enough not to meet or seen a single snake mano a' mano.

So it comes to this. This picture.
Floppie. Year and a half old Royal Phyton/ Ball Phyton. Friendly and cute baby daughter.
So what happened to my phobia?
Initially Pauline deployed Floppie as my alarm clock. Yes, she'd just set Floppie on my back and I'd be poofed and up from the bed. That was how it used to be.
The few times that I braved myself to touch the chill of her or secretly tracing the intricate scales; that stop pretty soon when she'd wriggle her way closer to my hand. And Floppie got handed back to Pauline.
So one fine day early February, Pauline has to leave for Chinese New Year's and to both our surprise, I offered to babysit (snake-sit?) for the duration.
Putting on a brave front I made mental notes on how to take care of this animal that gave me prickly hair sensation and thought about the strategy while I drove back to my place. I remembered that I asked my friend Raj if he'd be free and handy; if things go out of hands under my watch.
Plan B would be shipping Floppie off to Raj's place, even though I found out later that he offered help although he has no experience handling snakes too.
Got home and it was of no relief too, as my brother Harry was like asking what would happen to us if the snake would escape from the cage, and the sort of questions.
It wasn't like I was hoping that my dear brother would strut over and handle the snake, etc but i figured as much when I realised he balled himself up in a safe distance and peered behind me while I set Floppie down the dining table.
I guess as much I didn't help in the situation by quoting whatever I read off Wiki about snake care and in particular; snake being an adversed escape artist.
As precaution, I added weigh on the cage's window.
And I left Floppie in her cage in the other room. Room for The Parent when they do come down.
The living room is pretty much out of the question as Harry's in the living room most of the time on the PS2; and of course I'm not gonna have her in my room.
So I left the fan on and made doubly sure the windows were tight and Floppie spent 2 nights alone in that room.
As much as I ridiculed myself, but I slow-talked to Floppie as I carefully slid open her window and sprayed water on the cage's bedding, taking great care not to spray on her.(She doesn't actually fancy getting wet, as I'd been told)

the first time letting her roam about my room

Ever the escape artist!

just the 1 time brought her out to the makan place...

So the magic happened when I decided to let her out. (exercise, mayhap?)
Tried to soothe and lightly lift her but I chickened out.
Scared shitless to pick her up, so I left the cover open and thought I'd better let her come out on her own terms.
It took awhile, but when I tried to hold her, she was responsive and lo! I managed to pick her up. But what's next?
Set her down on the bed, and I kept a safe distance on the bed and continued on my PS3. (Metal Gear Solid 4 if memory serves me right)
The best thing about her is that she was practically slithering all over the room. Every hook and nook, high or hidden Floppie crawled and sneaked.
Its a whole new thing to me, inadequate so as in the past I'd just need to call a name out (or any name when it comes to our late dogs, the goons) and they'd be wagging their tails and made a noise or response.
But being caught in a game of hide and seek with a snake?
I sweated over the thought of losing a snake in the house and the dread of telling the girlfriend too.
I've found Floppie hiding in a closed off drawer, on top of cabinets, by the window sill, in my laundry basket, wedged in between my wardrobes' ledge and every other way imaginable.
Of course, all that and getting no clue and response from the 'hidden'? Pretty hard game, and I half-wished that phytons have a rattlesnake's rattle.
No wonder my game records for the said game was bad; I have to pause every now and then to check up on where she is hiding.
At times, the serpent would be such a sore loser to not want to be lifted up from her curl that I have to leave her there for later.

Ok, ain't exactly what I meant...

Well, the rest is history. Not even by March I've already gotten comfortable with her.
Of course, I still do not watch her when she's feeding, though I've even gotten through the motion of actually feeding her a mice, without looking at that action, AND me holding the mice. (Yes, I go squemish at rodents, but that's another blog post)
No doubt, I've learnt more about snakes off the net, and by the visits to the pet store etc ever since, my fear of snakes has diminished. To some extent, I do agree that snakes are often misunderstood and they're harmless/peaceful creatures.
But I still have jitters in handling other snakes. The tingling prickling sensation isn't all that dominant in me when I look at snakes now; but I need more time to actually touch another serpent. Some day.
I guess I have both ophiophobia and herpetophobia. Oh well.

Ancient Relics / Keepsakes & Treasures

Blast from the past.
Keepsakes.
Treasures.

Went through the junks spanning from half of my life, timely so when faced with certain desolution of everything that stands for it.
No soul searching is complete without this in my opinion when it does not count as much to begin with.
A little bit of something in the great window of memory to peep and see how different it all was. When things were simpler and at the same time complicated.
When things were great and at its worst.
When music was the mold to the shape of the personage as years go by.
When so little meant so much, then.

Clothes, cds & vcds, cassettes & VHS & floppies (remember these dinosaurs?) keychains, limited release cigarette boxes, freebies, letters; sad mostly, fellowship cards and faded movie stubs.
Souvenirs, notes & scribbles on yellowed paper, Nokia 8250, earrings, call cards, postcards, glasswares, ....
Of course there are so much more of those nonsense that I have stashed away somewhere.
Mayhap the most ancient of all would be the forgotten diaries from the recounted age of awareness of the carnal sin circa 1995.
I've lost count when exactly did I actually started keeping journals tabulating my day-to-day misadventures.
But by golly, after a brief leafing through the 1998 edition of Kevin; I skipped to Kevin 1995 and for the life of me, I just can't put a finger on what best to describe it.
Adrian Mole it is not (of course!) and certainly it isn't what I had in memory of how'd my diaries went in my wilderness years.
Point in admission, I thought my teenage years were somewhat similiar to Townsend's character (since I found myself relating to it) but yeah, guess I might've dreamt that part up myself.
These relics should be read with caution. Or not to be read at all. Off to the bin, perhaps?

Oh well, thats for Day 1, and I've a decent sized trash bag, and half a box each of recyclable paper and give-away clothes. Nice. On towards Day 2 tomorrow then.

Clouds in My Coffee

Pretty much the title sum it up.
Waiting for ages for dear ol' netbook to crunch those mega numbers in the background to load pages more than 2. Come to think about it, if memory serves me right, this lil bugger has been faithfully serving me around a year and a half already. Being a netbook I guess I'm the few lucky ones around to have it going beyond the year-old mark, eh? Time to figure out when and which model of back-up; just in case I lose all those rare music files, especially a biatch to find them all back *crosses finger

Maybe perhaps the gazillion of beings are too busy cheering on the MCP battling the User on the race-track to be crunching any real work

(yes, I did not plan on any blog entry tonight, actually)

Lens

Started my first ever Squidoo lens, yesterday before we headed back upstairs to change for the night's event in Sunway. Of course, as an off-shoot and at the moment kinda thing, I think I wised up not to make that particular lens as random and journalistic as this weblog. I decided to make that as my approach in webbing a cocktail-innovation-meets-inside-scoop-and-tips-on-alcoholic-beverages-cum-new-drinking-trends, seemingly I am quite well-versed in drinks mixology and what not; all that over a ponder of about 5-6 minutes, but then again, I think I might have come up with a better name to it, rather than Alcoholics Assemble! ain't it?
More and more I go through the name, I am LMAO-ing it off myself. Lemme see if I can somehow change it?

Of course, I will in due's time get around finish styling it and start with a post or two to get the hang of things in that sense, that'll be the activity for the first week of May then, eh?

Ideas popped up at this moment in time, seeming there are quite a number of possible other lens I may create in the near future:

• Movie updates and reviews (since I waste time every now and then checking on movie projects...)
• Book reviews (alternative reads from my point of view, mayhap)
• My short stories (well you have to search through your crap of things to start typing it @ find time to compose the rest of it off your head, first!)
• Music homage: defunct great rock bands from UK, your growing years (hmm, maybe this first)
• Fantastic-lazy-food-for-the-lazy-people: An Inspirational Guide & Cookbook (okay, I spent some time doing this in its earlier personification during the hey-days of err, what site was that?...)
• Games - Classic video games for free on the PC 
• How-To-Lose-At-Boardgames (okay, strayed off path, and yeah, I guess stopping at number 7 is better to stop at 6)

No doubt, as the juice starts to flow, there were more than the initial 6 above, just that those were variations off the 6 possible lens that I might be doing. Hmm, any ideas for me, guys?

okay, sound kinda cheesy to be asking that. My bad.

besides, for all I know, the whole idea (Squidoo itself) might not work out to be as how I envision it anyhow, yeah? Well if its so, then I guess I have more weblogs to do then!

The Road Trip, Part 2

Friday was a the ride back to KL and the prospect of making the lil trip to attend Cleo's 50 Most Eligible Bachelor Party in , er , Mist, Bangsar. With the long weekend holiday of Labour's Day, traffic was b.a.d...
Reached KL pretty late, and in the end we gave up the plan to head down to Bangsar to support the few friends in that competition.

Saturday was spent unpacking and cleaning the rest of the nonsense from our little trip, and after a few dozen calls and BBMs we secured our invites for the night's Hennessy Artistry in Opera, Sunway. It was nice for a change that we need not to give directions to our little uncharted hill-side hideout (yes, as of current, Google Map has only the nearby disused pond as the topography of the area) as Jason knew the place and with his bad direction-giving skills, Andrew actually got the both of them here to pick us up.
After the usual scramble for the physical invite tags to be on our wrists, we were in there by just after 11pm; and just in time for Spinderella's robust cover of Use Somebody.
Old-school friend Eng Lim was there too, most probably with his British American Tobacco colleagues (presumably so, since I did not scan his brother or any familiar old faces off his table) Kinda felt bad that I did not spend some time over a glass or so with him. It does occupy my attention to be keeping track of where my date would be running off to from table to table, celebrities to socialites to bloggers to long-lost clubbing pals of hers.
Was surprised they squeezed in another act in the line-up for this round. Of course the name of the group is lost to me; a 3 piece with members from Brazil and the States. Of course, we waited in anticipation for Vandalism to hit the decks. Seemingly my first time in Opera, I got to testify that the place was freaking hot. Ventilation problem or somewhat; topped with poor performing air conditioning. Kinda miffed that our friend Moe wasn't emcee-ing the event; as it was only just Fay for the night. Snapped some pics, drank some, met some, and got the approving eye from this utter not-so-straight male.
Nope, I didn't take any pictures with the, ( i shouldn't put guy, yeah?) person.

It would've been a blast; if only the ceiling did not collapse, or the ventilation would've been better. Well, thats just if only. Promising, yet somehow both shows fall sub par, perhaps the masses expects a little bit too much? Anyhow, here's to more Hennessy Artistry !(with fingers-crossed for better luck too)
Let's Go!

The Road Trip, Part 1

A great week that spanned 700 or so kilometers total roadtrip, 4 states, (ok, i included trespassing Kedah on the highway, shoot me!) beach sun n' breeze, 2 of the week's major invites-only music event, and scores of new friends.

Started the week finishing off Neil Gaiman's American Gods (yes, delayed ever since it appeared on bookshelves everywhere til recently when Pauline gifted me that) and of course living through day number 11,322 on Tuesday. Ending the week with a recuperating day at home and on the web getting the just concluded full time score at the Emirates with us losing to a goal and league title chase opening up to that Blue team from London.

Wednesday was the roadtrip up north to Penang, with Pauline and Kelvin. Golly, he does drive fast the boy. 

Pleasant experience showing off Penang hawker fare sans the commercialized tourist-y menu to them. In the course, I got myself worked up on the first night that I couldn't sleep, partially thinking and planning of what else for them to feast upon. No doubt, our time there was pretty much short, as at the time of blog; I have my regrets on a few certain places that we didn't manage to knock off due to time constraints and location. Next foreseeable trip, okay Pauline?

Sun and sand fun (minus the $ex and $angria from the phrase) on Thursday at both Batu Feringghi and Tanjung Bungah during the day; whilst Hennessy Artistry for the night.
Found to my dismay the ever favorite spot of note, Sunset Bistro in Feringghi has ceased operations since CNY this year, after some freak fire accident etc and currently under-going renovations and such. But to me it was all in shock as the landscape of Feringghi; beach-wise kinda underwent some sort of change. Felt kinda out of place as I was trying to visualize where and what as I strolled along, and noting the changes and doubting my memory of how it was back then. Guess 2 years away from any place will do its tricks on your memory of the place, somehow eh?

Hennessy Artistry Penang was in Voodoo, Upper Penang Road. Being the only person from the group with make-up; guess its safe to say I was ready in less than 15 minutes flat and of course I even get to have a total attire change before we made our so-called diva's way, swagging forth to the venue by 2230 hours. We've the luxury to do so since the hotel was like a little under 5 minutes walk away. Besides the crazy-assed-ness of the sheer packed crowd and some utter bollocks-ness of the VIP section to ruin some mood; I found myself enjoying the music on set. Of course, being late arrivals we kinda missed Spinderella as the first set. Local band Kyoto Protocol (phew, nearly was typed as Tokyo, mind me) found a new fan in me. Energized and soulful coupled with talent and charm, their rendition of Kings of Leon's Use Somebody was noteworthy and even they did a tasteful cover for Lady Gaga's Poker Face (albeit the chorus bit sounds a bit like South Parks' Eric Cartman version, but it was all good!)
3rd and final act for the line-up was Australia's Vandalism. This duo rocked the house. As it may be, the discobala found himself entertained with electro-house (confirmation needed by Pauline on this genre) as much as he is a drop-dead Britpop, or Rock fan, per se. 

Vandalism was somehow the act that I was looking forward to put-my-hands-up-in-the-air for basically besides Kyoto Protocol on Saturday's Hennessy Artistry in Opera, Sunway. 

Kyoto Protocol frontman _ _ rocking the set

Next post then. Need a breather.

Day 11,321

Another day another dollar

Somehow the phrase was playing through my head in the form of that one song. For the life of me, I just can't place it, of course I can remember the riffs and hooks and partial lyrics, but the band and title eludes me.
Aptly so, I guess to sum up my feeling on the day.
Not in the whole sense of that I am anywhere near of the action, but, it just somehow feel just. Mayhap on the subconscious level little gray cells are scheming some plot out for the mass of matter. The minions.
And no, I don't think that I'd group this as the same tier as SSDD (for non-King-ers; Same Shit Different Day), although in context, both are of the same meaning isn't it?

Don't get me wrong, life day to day for me at this moment in time is a blessing in disguise. It may seem lazy, infertile, lost-o'-the-plot, denial, or whatever else, but I've seen the other side of the coin and the turn will come.
My so-called annual descent will come to its end of the cycle pretty soon, as just the other I realize that I too have a season for everything like Heidi (her post on her seasons); of course, mine's pretty much worse in the sense of my typical 10 moons of work and the remaining 2 of the current mish-mash of be-it-soul-searching-or-break-off-the-norm-holiday-mode.
Well, at least I've seen the other side this time.
And as much as I love the Manic Street Preachers'; at least  I am not going through their many great songs of despair this time around.

A quick search got me the results. One Minute Silence - Rise & Shine
Now to download the darn tune, that one-hit wonder. And off to the next post report off the pass weekend.

Of Jumpsuits and Tighter Pants

Rumors fit-out; Yes, it is TOIGHT! toight like a tyger! 

Gossips & mydressroom fit-out; yes, missed out the first jump-suit fitting of hers.

Misc - Buttons the Pomeranian, lil Kimberly, and the illegal picture in MPH of Ashleigh's FHM feature

Previous Friday the 15th, we were in Bangsar for a fit-out for this fashion gig. A good afternoon as the weather was decent alright when we reached, as we made our way along the boutiques on Telawi street. Found the 3 shops of course, and of course we only found out that I would only be utilized for just 1 fashion outlet. Loved the collection though, albeit being tight for my build. Of course we met this cute lil Pomeranian called Buttons. Well for the life of me, I just can't recall a single incident that I have any bit of fondness for toy dogs; but yeah Buttons did the trick on me. (gotta get myself checked in my allegiance, since these days I am o-kay with cats, even)

Mayhap Buttons is one oddball off his breed , to be decent and not even close to a nuisance like the rest of the bunch. Perhaps.

We also met this cute lil kid of 4 years of age, K-I-M-*-*-*-L-Y

Yes, she spelled it.

Besides that, well I gotta give her credit to see through my age under my facade to actually call me 'Uncle' and Pauline - 'Sis'.

Smart kiddo.

It rained like bastards after our little fit-out, and we spent some time at the bookstore in the mall nearby. In our excitement, we forgot that it is prohibited to snap pictures. Damage has been dealt, so we sauntered off elsewhere.

At the time of print. (or rather, log) kinda miffed to the fact that both of us will be missing out on another job for Marc Jacobs opening as it falls on the same day. Oh well, you can't have it all, yeah? (or rather, can't have the $400 Marc Jacobs shirt/dress)

Half Full / Half Empty

Day of dread came.
Car towed off into oblivion; yes I'd choose the word as I do not foresee rescuing that in any near future.
Well, in all things, as of 5-6 hours into the aftermath, I am feeling upbeat on my chances, all in all that really fueled things up as I don't see this as rock bottom, of course I may laugh about it, but to me this is another one of my undoing and I take this as the next step to move on to another phase, in the right direction thanks to the right push.
A trip to the police station confirmed the fear (or should I use another word?) that it was logged in as a tow rather than the slim chance of it being theft.
Over the course of 2 drinks with Pauline's dad somewhat helped in the sense that there are other avenues that we may explore, and of course that concerns about moving off elsewhere on a temporary basis to work things out. That's ample enough for me to glide off in thought of what else is indispensable and what's not.

Thank you Pauline, for being the rock, the northern star. We'll laugh about this in years' to come.
Well, no time to dwell on the past (or the things we lost in the car..) there's only one way from now on and it's forwards.
Let's go

Hipstamatique / 800 pics laced with Gordon's Tonic & Bitter Lemon

Johnny from Commas & Industry came over to the house and did a shoot with The Wife earlier today. At least for me, it was a complete surprise to have him over; and of course the raw pics in-between from him were dead awesome. 

Simply because the freaking house is dead dirty; I mean, the living room. Well yeah, the 800 over shots didn't exactly show any dirt eh?

Will update more, battery is running out.

The Missing Weekend

Told myself that if I don't blog a few lines tonight, I'll never get round to doing anything about the past coupla 100+ hours throughout the weekend way up to the near mid-week as of tonight.

Quick update;

Saturday was Johnnie Walker's Black Circuit @ Le Marquee, Palace of The Golden Horses.

Great fun with the booze flowing and mosh-pit like heat and great music weaved and spun by those international DJs. Best bit of the night was probably my absent-mindedness to bring the camera whilst leaving the battery charging happily back home. 

Of course, pics kinda suck via the mobile

thanks Mike for this pic :)

Of course, the cake goes to The Wife for getting smashed.r.e.a.l.b.a.d.... 

Nah, ain't gonna post it up. 

Massive to see her in the state. Surprising too to know from friends that they've never seen her in such a state. Well I surprised myself in managing close to 200 metres lugging her to the carpark, so yeah guess I'm in shape for the role as bride-carrying groom. Just in case.

DeadMice

From the lion's den to the tiger's mouth.
Our final 2 mice from the other day, in which we'd decided to try and breed them; hence naming them Jack & Jill (previous doomed lovers were aptly named Hansel & Gretel by her) , of all days we decided to move them off the makeshift box home of theirs to the old hamster cage. Mind you, its kinda like those proper cage with full specs; wheel, tubes plus an odd blossomed dildo-looking mushroom for a water dispenser.
Pauline actually cleaned the cage and laid fresh newspaper as bedding, etc. Of course, I being incy-wincy with the rodent (tail and fur and probable mini bites) gave my moral support by peering by the side and held a tiny container to temporarily 'hold' them in place before transferring them to the new home.

We left them in the other room; perhaps to not agitate Floppy when we're away. Will post the picture of all 3 of them later afterwards.
So off we went for dinner and usual stuff at the mamak.
I managed to wiki some infos about mice; reproduction and all the jazz.

Got home and put her to bed, and I just happen to have this sudden crave for local burger. Cycled through my choices in my mind's eye for either Burger Daging Biasa or Burger Campur if I ain't mistaken then.
Cut long story short - burger.van.close.cos.of.sunday.instead.had.maggi.goreng.and.it.kinda.suck.and.so
I got back home about 5-ish, first thing I realized was Bagero (I named that freakin' intrusive short-tailed new tenant of a cat) camping at the top of the stairs and giving me his usual trademarked stare. And he didn't budge!
Of course I just made my up the stairs, half-wondering how come he's so high up here, rather than his spot downstairs by the sofa that he had conveniently marked. With gusto, our little friend descend past me with a good stride whilst keeping his head cocked to me. Minutely in my head I was telling him that he is not even in any league close to the cuteness of Mr. Burns from Creepy Creatures in Summit USJ (Mental note : to go see Mr. Burns soon and snap some pics)
And when I place my last step on the final rung that's when I realized the reason Bagero was there for a reason. The cage was down on the floor and opened. No trace of the lovebird hopefuls.

Yes, as of this morning when we left the house there was no sign nor sound.
Pretty much thats it.
From the lion's den to the tiger's mouth. or rather from the snake's jaw to the cat's tummy.