When The Bass Begins

Made it. I picked Giovana up, spent a couple of hours at the Taylor's Campus Day in Subang, and wound up at e@Curve for the Floor Combat - which I was determined not to miss again. It's all a matter of priority.



As 2 p.m. drew nigh, I began to panic about grabbing lunch and securing the best viewpoint at the same time.
We planted ourselves outside Shiok - which was anything but - and ended up getting a pretty decent view.




At least no one was blocking and you couldn't make a paying patron leave, could you?

P.s. This eatery is highly unrecommended. They make their flavours too strong and therefore sickening.




Lucky for us, it was a 3-on-3 battle, so no need to actually face the stagefront.




The empty DJ console.




Plenty of statement shirts, of course. One of them:
RIP James Brown.
O.o




DJ Gambeaux setting up his turntables.




Let's get this show started.




The restless dancers warming up in an informal showdown.




Orbitron of Zulu Nation, caught in a mundane moment with his shoelaces.




Breaker extraordinaire.




Orbitron.




The very first crew to be called out, looking very nervous.




The Floor Combat kicks off!




Bustin' em moves.




Then Wakaka was up. WAKAKA!
That's Alam in the middle, winner of the local inaugural So You Think You Can Dance.




Wakaka dancer doing battle.




The panel of judges.




Orbitron handing it over to the Indonesian judge.




It's funny how he looks like some kind of kitchen appliance or other.




Hmm yeah, I deleted photos of the third judge, from Singapore.
They weren't decent shots anyway.




To the right is Lord Yoda from Zulu Nation, emcee for Strictly Street.
And now I know Orbitron is left-handed! XD



We saw some pretty dope moves that day.
Some of them were the yoga master (where a dancer crashes onto the floor with legs akimbo) and the jaw-dropping one-handed turtle. Mean feat, that.

But they came unexpected and stunned me so I haven't any pictures of those.




Immortal handstand.




Pump it.




He held it for veryy long! =D




3, 2, 1... FrEEEZzE!




This is utterly wicked.




Vs-ing the red-shirt crew.




Simple United entered with the only female dancer that day.




Their opposition.




Show 'em wutcha got, wutcha got.




Whatever it was, it wasn't enough.




The opposition butchering Simple United.




The end of you.




Discussing tactics at the start of a new battle.




The most eye-catching shirt of the day.




Moves and style must co-habitate.




Wavy legs. O.o




Roll 'em!




Clear shot of a cross-legged headstand.




A freeze.




Watchamacallit.
Giovana's friend's crew.




Darn flexible.




*Whoosh*




Big guy can fly~




Skill.




Somehow reminds me of girls and how we put our heads together for a giggly whisper.




Hawt move.




Gravity-defying.




Last shot.




We scrammed right after the day's battles ended. Thought Gio could make it in time for a meeting, but knowing Subang... the jam made it impossible.

So gladly we parked in Taipan and started hunting for an exquisite ice-cream parlour I recalled from my first (and only, before this) visit.
It was a bakery, I remembered; a mouthwatering array of buns and pastries, standing about an equally tantalising gelato display. And I love gelato. What makes this place the bomb is the way 2 scoops are priced at a mere RM5.60, whereas a single scoop elsewhere would average at 6 bucks.
Solid.
Not only that, the flavours themselves are absolutely bona fide. If it's called Blueberry, there are genuine blueberries buried within and if it's Strawberry, it's not the sickly sweet stuff you get at some places. No, it has more depth, more authenticity than you find elsewhere. This haven is called... Patisfrance.
Oh yes. XD

Roll Out. The Dough.

Did I mention I watched the Transformers sequel before its opening date?

But oh, I did. All it took was an unwitting answering of a phone call, and next, I thought I was in for a treat, that my friend had won a contest or something and was sharing the free tix with me. Load of horseradish.

Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen was never high on my list of must-watch movies, and I'd reckoned on letting the hardcore fans swarm the cinemas first and I'd be a lagger watching just to see if it was any good.

Tickets were going 3-ringgit cheaper at Tropicana City Mall, so my mates had made reservations there. Which was just as well, given that I wouldn't have liked forking out RM13 to sit through a very long and draggy explosion-fest. That was basically it. The clash of metal against metal, the vengeful rattling of bullets, a momentary lull for slight comic relief or romance... then the crashes start invading your ears again.

To be charitable, I'll concede that there were some stunningly seamless transformations taking place, on top of the very cool machines near the start. I put this flick on par with its predecessor, in that I wouldn't choose to watch either one again. Departures sounds good to me, though. A closeup on the life of an embalmer? Curious.





Note : The new header is based on a fairytale theme, because I couldn't bypass the aforesaid quality of the castle overlooking a dreamy body of water. Most importantly, the image selected is the work of my brother, photographed in France. Not the sister-from-another-set-of-parents I have in Giovana, but my own
flesh-and-blood brother. Pretty, isn't it? =)

Fingerprints

Something I should've posted weeks ago, to close the Kumon chapter.


Students I’ll miss :

- DYLAN!!! =X

- Nuraisyah Rahan (my little rabbit girl)

- and her cousin Yusof (aka the one who likes me)

- Hannah Faiqah (the girl who wears a necklace at all times; either a fuschia frangipani on cord or a string of pale pink pearls. And I LIKE those necklaces!)

- Aina Syafiqah (intelligent) and

- her little sister Aina Farzana (strangely husky-voiced)

- Jun (the cute guy who is unfortunately 17 years of age AND is in possession of horrid basketballer legs - somehow their stumpy, bursting appearance is slightly repulsive to me; I prefer footballer legs)

- Aishah (who startles me with her sudden smiles and dimples)

- Hong Ming (bashful-looking fellow who likes to sing softly even while in class)

- Nabile (good-looking chap, also very uneligible)

Future Pending

One precious week left 'til I bundle off to further pursue my studies.

My only honest wish besides coping well with my academics? To find a good bunch of mates like my best friend has. They're just as nice as she's painted them to be.

Went for enrollment today, with my father. He was unusually late. And now I'm starting to realise that his driving is scary. And most uneconomical. He collects speed furiously, leaves brakes to the last two heartbeats, swerves and overtakes like a road demon. And all these years I was the princess enjoying the sway of the car, looking out with laughing eyes from the backseat at alll the other slowpokes. I used to aspire to drive just like him. Now we can all say Omg. And I've had my second thought, aye. After all, I'm not the one who's driven seven hours without stopping, on the regular. Now I only want half of his expertise. LoL.

Bumped into a mate he'd known since 7. With the same surname as us! Hehe. Apparently, he was there for his son's parent-teachers meeting. Anyway, after I'd settled the signatures and accepted the freebies... I felt great. *Not because of the freebies!* I just felt that I'd chosen the right place, after all those scattered moments of doubt and anxiety.





O pretty woman, where art thou? I'm still unsuccessfully looking for a
simple,
non-voluminous
knee-length skirt;
preferably light and dainty.

The stretch waistband double-layer chiffon skirts offered on blogshops now really appeal to me, except for their length. Or rather, lack of it.



Last but not least... I baked my first cake! And I only used my birthday handheld mixer when I realised I'd never be able to whip all that yellow, buttery sludge into something "light and fluffy" as instructed. Heck, my right arm was already tingling into numbness at that stage. And so my first cake was born. It wasn't inedible; isn't that marvellous? XD

Only thing is... my oven is much too hot compared to others, so I despaired and saved it too early, reasoning that I'd rather have a too-moist cake than a burnt, you-just-wasted-two-or-three-hours-on-this cake.

So my chocolate pound cake wasn't pound-ish at all - not dense enough. I dedicated it to Jaf (to make up for nothing from Jonker Street) and promptly encased the first slice in a container for him. And then found out he was vacationing in Langkawi. How sweet. - -' I wasn't up for making extra deliveries either, so my mom and I ate most of it.

Next up, a passion fruit sponge cake? *Drool*