Blistering Footfalls

YoOohoOooo...


*Bang!*



The brother is back.



With his bona fide French le Tour de France cap,



and his equally authentic Louis Vuitton...


Oh, how I dislike being the one to be barred from shopping now.

NOW, when the sweetest four-letter word is plastered all over the nation.

S-A-L-E!



His suitcase, half as tall as me.



Italian relics.





Mad 2 Max, at Euphoria.



Vinna gave my eyes wingtips and we were so preoccupied with finding the club that we completely neglected to note the parking space.

Result: A painful half hour (at least) scouring the parking lot in biting heels. I was honestly contemplating doing away with my shoes and just going barefoot.
Lesson learnt, weii.



We arrived an hour late but even then, the competition hadn't started.
What could be worse than Malaysian time?
(Note: If u notice eyebags, let it be known that they are a direct result of Cambridge A-levels.)



Then with a generous emission from the smoke machine...




Battle began.



The standing dancer in purple was one to note that night. She practically was the heavyweight in this crew's attempt to win the showdown.



Handstand on a buddy's booteh.



Dynamix.
Their sharp, synchronised moves set them apart immediately.



Made up of all males, and a single female.
She rocked the dancefloor with her versatility; MJ, breaking, popping, gyrating, she got it all.



A beatboxer from Sunway College during intermission.
The thing is, it was a girl!
And a pretty dope one, too. She did Boom Boom Pow, Poker Face, a tribute to MJ and others besides. Many aspiring guy beatboxers were put to shame that night. =P



Performance from one of the judges themselves.
I liked that he did a Taylor Gage! Wickedly leaped right off a platform, backwards.



Ringside.



Attempt at a striking uniform.



Since I don't remember who they are, or where they came from...
It was probably forgettable; sorry to say.



Taylor's had 3 crews competing;
2 from main campus and one from Sri Hartamas.




The Puppets did TSH proud.



The best of the Taylorian crews, that night.



Pulled those out of a suitcase. Neat.



Not-so-common manoeuvre.



The only all-girl crew.



Played the fact up.



Taylor's + Help students.



Not half bad.



The final showdown was between the UTAR crew and Dynamix.

Like I said, UTAR over-relied on their super-agile-freakin-flexi member.
Her body had the suppleness of a yoga practitioner and the strength of a breaker. Formidable combination.
But cranking a solo is no way to win a crew battle.


Dynamix took the crown with a deserving win. Smashing stuff. =D
Not very well worth my 40 bucks, though. I've seen better shows for free.



So, how's college?

Swell. Quite.


Thinking Skills is threatening to cast a sleeping spell on us with its out-of-our-depth articles,

Psychology is the one blessed subject that never seems to supply any homework,

Economics is going better than I expected it to be (maybe u guys were right, it suits me!),

Maths is something I subconsciously look forward to (I don't realise it 'til I'm inside and thanking God I'm not going to walk out grumbling and cursing like my classmates who chose Law.),



and Literature... gave me a scare today.

Seniors dropped by to say how Lit has practically assimilated into all aspects of their lives.
They relate other subjects to it,
they compare it to the air they breathe.



It was nearly depressing, the maniacal way they expressed it. I tried to imagine myself gushing like them in 10 months' time, and that's when I started to get frightened. Lol.

For the second time, I'm considering dropping Lit. Its status as the most time-consuming subject was confirmed by those seniors this morning. And that I dislike.




Lunch at the place that gets my recommendation in Plaza Damas;
LaYosh.
Western and Japanese fusion.



Go-karting in Shah Alam, last Friday.



Hari, Douglas, Vinna, this blogger, Rahul, Imran.




I drove behind Rahul's driver and only got separated once - and that was due to the traffic at an illegal U-turn.



RM35 for 10 minutes, very reasonable rate!

Soiled my Crocs, though. And when Douglas and Vinna crashed, they withheld their deposit. The damage wasn't even that bad!

(Note to self: I'm never wearing Crocs for go-karting again.)



Imran and I.
Another gentleman. =)



Front to back:
Vinna, I, Rahul, Hari, Douglas, Imran.



After the initial discomfort of the perpetual vibration, I got into the thrill of it. The vibration became a smooth nothing, a part of the speeding me. But my hands hurt so I didn't go for Round 2.
Next time, I will!



I conclude with three words :



Must. Go. Shopping.

Intermission

The Mad 2 Max entry is two weeks late (and pending)! > <

Lit is killing and I'm trying not to get killed by it, so excuse me if you may.

At the moment, I'm really enjoying college life. It's invigorating, and maybe the refreshing effect of a near-recovery from flu has something to do with it. What I want more than watching Obsessed and breathing in mall air again is... to catch Public Enemies. =(
But when will I find time to do so?

Okay, so I may not be the exact species of "she" who can't bear a single day without the dazzle of store displays, but I dang sure haven't done any shopping - or anything remotely like it - since I entered college!

I am now reacquainting myself with the "push" of study. The prodding you have to generate, like a self-sustaining automaton,
making chop suey of daunting piles of homework, and leftover assignments, stale as last week's salad.







P.s. I wasn't sure just why I wanted to watch Public Enemies so much. Now I remember; and it's summarised in two words : Channing Tatum. <3

Head lined with fuzz and edged in heat (fried like the edges of a sunny-side-up), I drifted off in uneasy stupor. I had to get well, somehow. I still hoped to be able to run on my Sunday's Jog for Hope.

And then we were running, for our lives, in a parking lot that morphed into open terrain. I scrambled faster than my girlfriends, away from the gang of sinister loiterers who'd suddenly started trailing us, smugly exchanging among themselves that it was "only 3 or 4 of them".

As one by one my friends faced captivity, frantically I looked about for a means of escape. "I" as the dreamer saw my dream self from above, as though in a figurine display. I watched as a car appeared out of nowhere and I got in without thinking, as all desperate people do. The no-gooders who were hot on my tail now pulled out guns, and while the distance widened slowly between us, their shots were spitting into the earth around me.

I saw the car start ascending a hill, atop which was raging inferno. It then occurred to me that if any of those bullets found their mark, the hilltop wouldn't be the only thing on fire.

That was right before I vaguely observed a single bullet arching towards my car; before it burst mercilessly into flames, and I with it.

A true dream, this evening while I was resting in attempt to recover from flu. No joint pains or nausea yet, so there's a good chance it's not H1N1 at all. But I did so want to run on Sunday... and does my dodgeball practice commence on this week's Friday? Oh man, I just want to be up and about again. Curse the unreasonable chill in my campus.

So Call The Bees

*SPLAT!*

So ended the fate of my 6-ringgit scoop of classic dark chocolate ice-cream. My first long-desired taste of Dessert's Bar. As I stood gaping at the blob - still whole, untouched - I wondered fuzzily whether to worry first about

my clothes being stained with chocolate,
or that I'd just wasted 6 bucks,
or that I'd been abnormally klutzy and thus disgraced myself.

Then I realised - in this order - that :

i) My Miss Selfridge flares and white cardigan were still in pristine condition; I must've dropped the ice-cream rather some distance away from my body. (Which is weird 'cause normally people would spill things onto themselves.)

ii) I hadn't even taken a tiny scoop of that mess on the floor.

iii) An internal debate was taking place in my mind - to try my luck and ask for a replacement, or not to.

Next thing I knew, the guy who'd manned the Dessert's Bar counter was stooping to pick up my fallen ice-cream with a serviette. A flicker of hope appeared in me. It was rewarded by a brand new serving - free of charge - not a minute later. Really kind of him!
This time my girlfriends insisted on staying at the Bar instead of walking back to campus. > <

On that same day, I dropped my Economics textbook and... myself.
Ahah, it was at a step I didn't notice! O.o

That was Day Three of college. Orientation is counted as Zero (in my head), because there were no classes. But if you'd rather I start at the beginning, I can tell you that Orientation (Monday) wasn't that great. Much less pleasant than I'd expected it to be, 'cause people already knew people (e.g. Koreans stuck to each other and so did old schoolmates). Half the lot are international students and I'm definitely the only TTDI-an to be in this June intake. Everyone else went in January. =P

I lamented a little but told myself it should only get better from there. And it actually did, hahah. Each day that followed was better than the last! My lecturers are mostly capable and engaging, my classmates - for the most part - open and bond-able. I mean, I ended up in a sort of impromptu Shopaholics Annonymous meeting yesterday! And went shopping with the 'members' after classes today! Hopped into Vinna's ride with Carmen next to me in the backseat. Carmen wasn't part of Shopaholics Annonymous but we wanted her to come, too. In the passenger seat was Fei San, a rather serious case.

We were hunting for yukatas, light summer kimonos to wear to Bon Odori, but only found ordinary kimonos for rent. The beautiful silk ones in Times Square were just... priced to match, shall we say? *Sigh* Oh well, we nearly managed to do one floor, 'til it was time to leave - and without my Krispey Kremes! We'll have a next time, oh yes. =)

Lunch is an informal agreement between 8 of us to try somewhere different everyday. As much as I dislike mamak, I voted that we eat there because of how happy Louis looked to hear it. Ahaha. That dude brought RM100 to the mamak to buy teh o' ais. Lol lah.
Sussing out others' eating habits and quirks interest me. I won't state them here, but I appreciate learning these little details; people are colourful, but details give them shade and therefore a deeper kind of beauty.

The brilliant people doing the International Baccaulaureate are entering next week, apparently. Oh, I haven't mentioned, but I've gotten a locker! Yes, we neglected students from most government schools never got to use - let alone own - lockers. So now I shall utilise mine with retarded satisfaction. XD The only disadvantage is still having to cradle books anyway, because I need them for the next two or three classes (in a row) and don't have a suitable bag to carry them in. Bleh. Another downside is I don't like having my friends wait while I walk to and from my locker. Especially as it makes me late for lunch with them. =(
Me being a slow eater should basically tell you why I feel somewhat guilty.

Aye, the strict dress code freaked me out at first but I never dress vulgar or near there anyway, do I? In the next week or so I'll start being bombarded by projects and assignments galore. For now it's just been explanations intended to prepare us for the aforesaid regaling.
I still think I can be happy among all that.

Happy like that.
I could do without the double chin, though. XP