potatohead

I have been eating almost nothing but chips for the whole day FML.

Not the best way to prepare for an interview. I need my Penang food =(

once upon a geeky time

... a boy met a girl on Flickr. Though they were miles apart, they came together with the help of the Photoshop fairy, and they lived happily ever after.

I can't believe I'm only learning about this now, but darnit if it's not now my favourite fairy tale of all time. Such is the story of Aaron and Rosie, who met on Flickr through their 365 projects and had the most fairytale-like romance with the decidedly geeky twist which melted my little geeky heart: Because they couldn't be together, once a week Aaron would take a photo of himself in the States, and Rosie would take one in England, and they'd put themselves in a photo, until they finally met in person and the rest is history. SIGH SO ROMANTIC.

And because it's Flickr, you know the photos are gonna be awesome - take a look at the set, which has the both of them in all sorts of surreal fairy tale pictures. And the descriptions! so heartbreaking sometimes. Aaron and Rosie edit the same shoots in different ways, and while I do kinda lean towards Aaron's work, Rosie's is no less impressive especially since she's only like 18 okay let me go hang my head in shame now bye T.T

Between that and religiously stalking Jasmine Star's blog (which happens to have the most brilliantly happily romantic wedding photos in the history of EVER faster go seeee), I keep getting this feeling that I've mellowed and emo-ed somewhat since traipsing back from Europe. Because you know, I'm really not the type to be happy over weddings and mushylove stuff. Oh and also my iTunes is also now as likely to be playing Michael Buble's Everything as something from Pitbull. hmmm.

And because now my posts are nekkid till there's a pikshar...

Happiness is summertime daisies =)

rolling backwards

After less than a week back, there's been a job offer and an upcoming interview scheduled already. Lucky stars, thank ye. And yeah I guess some excitement or whatever is in order but dammit all I can think of now is how much I miss my home and my friends. Which is just nuts because I'm supposed to be the weird kid with no attachments to anybody. WTF IS WRONG WITH ME. But at least I'm feeling better than the nutter having a watery mental hemorrhage over anybody who'd listen a few days ago. sigh.

I miss all you guys sooo much =( And the times that we had!

This too I miss - one of my most favouritest views ever - Liverpool Cathedral from the back of the Dean Walters building. Accessible only to us Mass Comm. students (wheee!), and almost makes the half-hour walk to class worth it all. Alas, toomuchbloodysun and my poor lil Ixus make for a photo needing valiant salvation with much Photomatix and Photoshop.

That city is just so damn beautiful.

a tale of (deciding between) two cities

So now that I'm apparently (finally) going back to KL on Monday... for some reason I'm inexplicably way more heavy-hearted about leaving Penang than I thought I would.

Maybe it's the thought of leaving the comforts of home.

Maybe my parents' (not so) subtle psychology tactics finally got to me.
Maybe it's the thought of leaving the friends I have here.
Maybe...




you can take a Penangite out of Penang, but you can't take the Penang out of a Penangite. sigh. Sure ain't the same tune I was singing barely a few months ago. Whatever it is, I'm suddenly having doubts about this.

woof woof

A doggie a day keeps the doctor away.



So here's two. =D



I know, Ginger. Sometimes I just feel like lying like that all day too. *patpat* Oh wait, I kinda already am. teehee.

pumpkins of the mind

I'm really trying not to think of it or to say it out loud, because I know that if I do, it'll become real. And I just can't handle that again.

*****

Oh and um...




ImissLondonsomuch. All of it. Everything - from the fancy-schmancy...




to the nitty-gritty...




and the squeaky-squeaky.




HI SKIPPY. D THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. T.T

*****

And for the upcoming Halloween celebrations...




I can't help it. I luvs this photo. I know I look like a nut. Shutup.

older and none the wiser

This would be totally hilarious if it didn't resemble an ominous prediction of the future:

Age has been a lingering obsession of mine since I left my teens. However old I've been is too old. At 26, I felt totally washed up. At 32, I regretted wasting time worrying about my age as a 26-year-old, because now I was convinced I really was totally washed up. At 38, I look back at my 32-year-old self and regret that he wasted time with those regrets about wasted time. Then I regret wasting my current time regretting regrets about regrets. This is pretty sophisticated regretting I'm doing. That's the sole advantage of ageing: I can now effortlessly consolidate my regrets into one manageable block of misery. Otherwise, by the age of 44, I'd need complex database software just to keep track of precisely how many things I'm regretting at once.

- Charlie Brooker, The Guardian 12 October 2009

*signs up for regret-managing database software*

j'adore paris

When a city like Paris becomes as famous as it is, the endless stream of people wanting a piece of the Parisian magic begins, and for every tourist enraptured by its charm, no doubt there will be ten more disappointed that the city of lights and romance has failed to live up to their expectations.

Maybe it's the newfound photography geek in me, but Paris has turned out to be one of my personal favourites among the places I'd visited. As long as the feet are strong and the heart is willing, there is no shortage of snap-worthy scenes all over the city. There are the enormously famous landmarks...

... the sweeping views of Paris from the top of many of the landmarks...




... and if you just pause, and take some time to wander off the beaten tourist track...




... there are places where the hordes of fellow tourists vanish, and you get a glimpse of the quiet charm and romance of Paris so often immortalized in movies and postcards, yet elude many. Despite being overrun with tourists more often than not, and the commercialization that follows, the soul of Paris is very much still alive; however, it cannot be felt by rushing from one attraction to another, which is a great pity.

Of course, feeling the romance in the air might be a lot easier if you have a special someone along for the journey...




=)