5 posts tagged “julia”
Big-O-Vision for the Orientation Odyssey Night 2008 photos. I had a blast spending those long five hours at the college hall in the company of my favorite people (bar the non-college favorite people), and having a huge TT Nite section in the audience really made it a lot more fun.
The emceeing was, to be frank, very flat, and I hope to see better things on our actual night. It's this Sunday, people! I need more tickets for my entourage than I get. Roslyn and Seroja are for sure coming, though I do want my parents to be able to see what kind of work I had been putting for these last four months.
SAMANTHA, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, PLEASE CALL ME BACK ASAP SO WE CAN CONFIRM IF YOU'RE COMING. I need you. Need you to come. Please, please, please, please, please come. Your presence would make all this work so worthwhile.
There are a fair few post-event photos (97! on Sarah's camera) which fancily-dressed people - usually me - pose for photos together. Here are my selection of my favorite 37. You'll see them tagged 'n' bagged on Facebook too, fear not. Assuming you lot have Facebook.
I had something to eat an hour or so ago at the clubhouse cafeteria, which I've been going to a lot now since I joined TT. Had the maggi goreng. Uploaded photos. I know you lot just want to see photos and not wordtextcommunications, so here it is.
Massive amounts of Big-O-Vision, so get ready your superfast connections!
I drove in (solo!) at 5.45pm, so before that, all photos don't have me. I'm vain enough that photos that don't involve me are usually not placed in the blog. But here is Julia (Miss Bigshot Rapper with a secret blog she ain't telling me), Tabby, Kieran, and Sarah.
All photos from Sarah's camera. Or Daniel's camera.
Inside. These are some of the people in Impromptu (or Imprompt2?).
Freedom and Rain make quite a lovely couple, yes? Mwahahahah. No, kidding.
Am I the only one who has this impression that Sarah's actually naked behind the curtain of our banner? Just kidding.
Bryan, Daniel and Kieran.
Post event photos - Tabby, Finalist Coordinator Lu Yin, and Mr Handsome. He shaved, I know. And now looks so so serious.
Emcee finalist Steph and myself. She wore a... colorful... outfit. A nice change from everybody's plain and dark attire.
Stacey and me. Roslyn passed me her eagle-bling for use with the coat, but Stacey said it looked okay, so it kinda matches with her gold aesthetic. In any case, she lied to me! Three weeks ago she promised to wear green, and match me! Pfah.
Eugene, our fine Program Coordinator, rarely is photographed and seen in my blog. So here's her. She was sitting one row in front of me and was quite open about flaunting her new boyfriend. Hmmmm? That said, she was looking very lovely that night, as did all our TT people.
Stacey and Carmen. Would I be right in guessing that Carmen was wearing what she wore for Accounting Night again? Tsk, tsk.
When I take photos with Hazel, I have to crouch so that we can actually see both of us in the photo. (My God, how many height jokes can I make of her anyway? My apologies)
A bunch of TT people acting out the "It's All Love" gesture. Kieran in particular, wearing blue, looks like a monkey. With specs.
My favorite photo of the bunch. It looks like one of them socialite photos. Tabby, me, Stacey, and Stacey's assistant Cecilia. There's even a blue line thing at the back to signify our VIPness.
Bad zoom! Stacey and me. I think I'll be forced to modify this and crop the DiGi bag out of the photo.
Two freshmen girls to my right, and two senior girls to my left. Steph and Hazel (thus me crouching), Tabby and Sarah. Double peace-signs, yo.
Hazel pendek.
Sarah and me. If you saw her entire attire, you'd realize how gothic she looked that night. I'm surprised she didn't go all the way and get a choker.
Elaine was very hot that night. She's one of our Program Designers, managing the dancing category, and generally a great dancer too.
Hazel again. This is yet another of my attempts to prove how short she is
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sengggggggggggggg! If he dressed this smart every day, you'd forget he wears the same pair of crocs and dumpling shorts and NS belt as his usual uniform.
Also very nice. Except for my smug-serious look. Winky Kum Pooi Shan and Amirul B Ruslan, once more.
This photo is also a personal favorite. The lovely Angie to the left, and her assistant Program Master Carmen.
Amazing magic dancer Jackson features in this Blair Witch Project-style shockphoto with me. He's got a fair number of fans from practicing and performing at our promotional booth.
Caleb, drummer for band Everlasting, and Philip, bassist for band Fuziune.
Philip and Hazel. Funny photo, and quite excellent. She had no idea Philip was behind her.
Kieran and Steph. My condolences to her after the deaths of her cherished forty fishes.
Stacey and me again, again. (What's with the retarded, eyes-closed look?) We were at the right-most side of the VIP seats, and then at one point during the emcee interaction the emcee Amanda came over to us and tried to 'interact' and offer free DiGi simpacks. She was like, "Anybody wants a free DiGi simpack?" on the mic, and I was shouting "Stacey! Stacey!" whilst Stacey shouted, "Amirul! Amirul!" In the end, Amanda came over to Stacey and asked her why she deserved a free DiGi simpack. Her answer was, "But I don't want one!" To which Amanda shone the light on me and asked why I deserved a free DiGi simpack. My answer was, "But I've already got one!" She promptly took it away. Shame. I kinda wanted a new DiGi simpack.
Last photo of the night: Hazel and me again. Yeah. Drove to McDonalds in Melati Utama to have dinner with Bryan, Hazel and Daniel. I took Caleb, Kieran, Julia, Tabby, Philip and Steph. It's amazing how many people you can fit in a car and still be able to drive.
The end, folks.
We all dressed nice, and watching OO Nite come off successfully really made us feel the reinvigorated TT Nite spirit.
TALENTIME NITE 08
A SCREENPLAY:
By Amirul B Ruslan.
CHAPTER ONE: Being Stalked
"Eh, I thought someone's watching me? So creepy."
AMIRUL: "Oh, well, nobody here."
JEFF: "Heheheheh."
AMIRUL: "Oh well, there's nobody after all."
(off-screen) JEFF: "Hehehehhehehehe."
CHAPTER TWO: The Duel
They were fighting... over Tabby. Julia was angry because Carmen had claimed Tabby as her own
TABBY: "Let go of me!"
CARMEN: "NEVAR!" (yes, nevar)
Julia did not like this intrusion of privacy
CARMEN: (*punches Julia*)
JULIA: (*not punching Carmen*)
Tabby had to choose between Julia and Carmen, and thus was she thrust upon with a dilemma.
TABBY: "Hmm, this is so much fun! Carmen and Julia fighting to the death."
But then Tabby remembered all the happy times she ever had with Julia. "Oh, bugger," she said.
But Carmen was winning the fight.
CHAPTER THREE: Backup Arrives
Carmen's backup, Myke, arrived, giving her power move - Lala Pose #1
JULIA: "Oh noes! A lala pose! Heeellllp!"
And then came Sarah, who was on Julia's side.
SARAH: "Feel the pain of my Lala Pose #2!!!"
EVERYBODY: (*dies*)
...
...
And thus Tabby walked off with the next person she saw, Winky.
And Tabby and Winky lived happily ever after, walking away over the corpses of Carmen, Julia, Myke and Sarah.
CHAPTER THREE: The Ladies' Man
Later, days later, when everybody respawned, everybody had a dinner together. And Jeff was most wanted there.
(Real life note: these were taken on the 14th at McDonalds in Jusco Alpha Angle, to celebrate Winky's birthday)
But we all know who the most good-looking man there was. It was Amirul.
Nobody's ever doubted it.
Julia's so lonely.
Birthday Girl loves Hotter Than Your Neighbor.
Mr Handsome.
Jeff and Julia. Doing a faux-modelling pose.
AMIRUL: "Dude, why'd you steal my hat?"
YING LOONG: "Because I'm the Souvenir & Prizes guy."
AMIRUL: "What?"
Blurry shot of Birthday Girl and ViceChair Girl.
Tabby likes her fries.
More Mr. Handsome, indeed.
Ying Loong, Jeff, Angie and me. We're doing something of some sort, but weirdly enough I'm the only guy smiling. Hmmm. Did I insult somebody's mother again? Oh bugger.
Angie really enjoyed the lapdance I gave her. OK OK JUST KIDDING LOL I WISH RIGHT.
EVERYBODY: "Break what?"
I think this was what Angie meant by "break". It would be really funny if you put this photo upside down, and it would look like they're hanging from the ceiling.
I took this photo, which is why I'm not in it. At the far end, sitting beside Ying Loong, is Fan "Chicken Rice" Shen Yee. Chickenrice is out Publicity and Publications director.
Winky's cake, in the absence of candles, we made do with fries and tomato sauce. I bought the cake, some Chocolate Indulgence, for Winky. Later she even got ice-cream, from me.
So, yeah, the play's over. A giant Happy Birthday to Winky, hey!
Photos of some recentness, which I here place here, as if to prove to you all that indeed I am in existence.
Some people actually say I write a lot longer when I've got Big-O-Vision to back my words up, but today, pfah! Just a random display of photos by me taken by one Julia Hoo, master photographress. Hey Jim, when are you going to take any awesome photos of me?
(Then again I guess this would not be completely fair on Jim - he's not got an awesome camera YET, and all he's got the chance for is shamelessly shameless photos of me and Danielle every two and a half minutes)
(Poor Jim)
A Selection Of Photos Taken By Julia Hoo.
Admired greatly by Amirul B Ruslan
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I cannot love you enough for taking this photo. It makes me look surprisingly good despite the long-sleeved T-shirt plus oversized Dad's blazer outfit. ZOMG JULIA YOU ARE THE GREATEST.
The same thing, but different.
I look like some sports commentator talking about something like, God knows, how the Bosman Transfer works.
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING? And what's with my face?
In awe. Because Julia does take some great photos.
To all my other photographer friends: notably, Jaziel and Jim - GO TAKE SOME PHOTOS OF ME THAT ROCK.
Tracy, sometimes "wife of Amirul" - her words -, sometimes "mushroomgirl" - my words -, celebrated her 19th last Friday, which makes her bonafide old.
She's so old, you could put a dinosaur in a microwave oven, and Tracy would still be older.
... than the microwave oven. See? She's so old, you can't even understand the ludicrously stupid humor that fuels these jokes.
So, yeah: Tracy's birthday. Tracy is old. Blah blah blah. A large DJR1 contingent made their way to the Pavillion smack in the center of KL to celebrate her birthday. One name you have heard pretty much all the time - Amirul. Some names you have heard quite frequently - Tabby, Julia, Sarah. Some names occasionally - Tracy, Eason. Some names never - Chun How, Jeffrey, Ice. But we all went to Pavillion, regardless of how often we were blogged about in my blog.
Walking some distance to the Land of Fast-Foods Ahoy!, we noticed several prospective celebration-venues. A KFC. A Pizza Hut. And beguilingly, a hamburger place called Carl Jr., which promised monster-sized burgers. I am boiling in trepidation.
We went to Pizza Hut, though.
Here you go, Big-O-Vision: (but I have to use Small-O-Vision first, though) (Small-O-Vision is also called "thumbnails")
Here goes, with my patented Big-O-Vision. (God, I love saying that)
Ignore the fact that my arms look implausibly small, here I am breaking my long-forsworn vow to Never Eat Mushrooms. I didn't, though, though at one point Crazy Tracy put one in my mouth. I ran away and cried silently in the bathroom (...just joking). I didn't cry, really, just a sob or two over the loss of my innocence. Honest.
I am such a trendsetter. Now everybody wants a piece of the Mushroom. Julia actually successfully looks like she's biting it. She's creepy, she is.
I'm really surprised at how happy-chirpy the Mushroom-thing is. Tracy calls it "Doo Doo", but well, not all of us have the mental state of mind that Tracy has. The Mushroom-thing survives being bitten by a non-mushroom-eater, by an award-winning Chopper-and-Boiler, and now has a knife poised dangerously across its face. Does it even bat an eyelid? Not at all. That, ladies and gentlemen, is true courage.
Has anybody ever noticed this is Photo #413,560,072 where Julia and Tabby pose similarly like this? Has anybody? No? This photo guest stars my glasses.
Me, Tracy and Sarah. See that? My glasses? It's strange, really. It's like it moves of its own will, going from one person's face to another. Maybe it's just my imagination, but that's rather creepy.
Don't ask. Don't ever, ever, ever ask. Just... don't.
Happy duo Tracy and Eason, sometimes shortened in the manner of Brangelina into the wonderful-sounding Treason. I coined it myself. I'm such a genius. I'm going to call them Treason every day for the rest of my life. Or theirs.