Youth '08 event.


Life is just like a rainbow, I've got to admit it. I've been from places to places, joined camps but no event is bigger than this one. Not even the moment I met Xandria Ooi when I was participating the Alternatives' Brats Camp last year. Or the moment I met James Morrison along the street. ( Thanks for photoshoppping my picture, Ben. I had a great laugh about that ) Even the moment when I knew that I've gotten 10A1s for my trials could not make me this happy. I was practically pregnant with elation.

Targeted at youths, the Youth 2008 event hosted by a group of hip and happening people have sucessfully sent their message across the tables: To create a new generation of educated youths and reduce social problems in the society.


Now, I'm talking as if I'm going to write some factual essay. Oh, hell, no. That would be the last thing I would want to do.


And it wasn't just me who's attending this event. The area was packed with people. Not recommended for those who are claustrophobic. If I brought my supervisor ( From Padini ) along, he'll definitely make a lot of comments about how those teens are dressed. Good would be something out of the context.

Since I came alone, I found myself riveted. Shocked. I did not know what to say because I have never been to places like these, alone. And being alone, the temptation of buying graffititi tees succumbed me but as a disciplined *ahemcoughsspits* child, I shall never descend myself to such a position in which later on, I shall suffer from consequences.

This reminds me of Wendy of thecarnage.org. She's so good at graphics and she always implement them in her own blog. It was a wonder why I do not have any skills as such since we're sharing the same birthday...

When I reached there it was 2pm. It was so early. I didn't know what to do but to roam around. I was fascinated by the sight of this SUV. Obviously, it is still a 'WIP'.

When boredom casts its spell upon me, I decided not to wait for my friends anymore and indulge myself in the breakdance competition.

I had a cool video about some guy spinning that I've recorded but the file is just too big and streamyx is being a slowpoke. So, too bad, you can't watch it.

Kenny Sia said that he loved the way I decorated my booth. I swear that I was going to die, combust and explode. And I don't see how three of these nouns are coherent to each other. And even though Schimes and Ben did not turn up to vote for me, I had managed to get some of my new acquaintances to do so. * smiles gleefully*

Su Ann does not need any decoration to flaunt her blog. She is already a star blogger herself. And I even betrayed my own blog and went to vote hers. ==

The moment I saw a pair of BOXERS hanging off the PC like some flag, I felt like running away. Seriously, even when hanging out my dad's briefs to dry out in the sun, I picked it up with the tips of fingers. Do I sound like a prude?

This particular booth made me guffawed like crazy. I mean, it looked so REAL from far. And I'm wearing a pair of contact lenses ( There, I've said it ) without any component that could support my astigmatism.

I was so sick of attending to booths until I had to find an escape. I chanced upon this game but had no intentions to participate in this game even though some guy kept pestering me to. It brought back memories of my working days: Me, customer, selling, annoying.
I think you pretty much get the idea.

Super cun dancers.

Attempting to do a spin. =D

Me and Pinkpau. She's so friendly! I love her so much. But there's something else that I love about her.... and you're about to find out!

Nuffnang's ex-boyfrined. =D He was the benign guy who was kind enough to give me ads! Omg, thank you so much. And he even gave me some hints. I was beaming all the way through.


He didn't want to smile. So I had to force him to. And both of us ended up looking terrible.

My mom says that he looks like my Dad. I was having a second thought. He looked like that guy from 'Deal or No Deal'. With the blazer and all...

Yen Aun No. 2. He's the best person to take a picture with. I do not need to crouch, bend or break a leg to do so.

I have muscles!!! - I can't stop saying that.

I didn't want to attend the event with this knitwear and the white shorts but oh well...

The cute photographer. =D He kept asking me: Why am I so tall?



And basically, I told him to dig up my grandfather's grave and ask him the question. When I was talking to him, most of the time I ended up laughing for no reason. But at the end of the day, I found out that it was his accent which fractured my funny bone. I think it is bad, the condition, because when I went home, I was in hysterics.


Blame it on caffeine.

Superman of http://www.smashpop.net/. I had this video of his flashing belt! OMG, it was so cool. Totally belt vulgarity! And it was quite rude to stare at his belt, ehem crotch, really. It is as if we're a bunch of priapics supporting priapism, some sort.

The tail of two sisters. I can't believe they have longer manes than I do. Hmph!~

The moment I saw him with the N95, my heart shattered into gazillion pieces.

Samara in the making. Hell, I looked like I have no pupils.

A second attempt with Skyler.

Pardon my memory, I just couldn't remember this hottie's name. And this hottie has her nails painted red.

Me having a bite of Cheese. She kept talking about how we loved to read her crap. Oh no, you've got it wrong Cheesie! It's not crap you're writing. It's Cheese language!

The tables are set and we are ready to dine!

Being a blogger who always had something to talk about food, I would never want to miss a bite but somehow, I did not feel like eating at all. Instead, I kept doing rounds so I will not waste my time for not socialising. My cup was brimming with names, urls and everything else. At some point, I was contented with myself. I thought I would be all shy and silent but my alter ego seemed much more alive over there. I was like some girl who had too much of sugar ( could be drugs ) in her bloodstream. I barely found time to stop and rest, take a deep breath. No, I had no time for that.

The only girl who was taller than me, Nicole of nicolekiss.blogspot.com. Pretty eh?

The Little Polaris and Little M.

I looked like I could die any second of heart attack. Well, what can I say? Having too much of curry eggs is certainly bad for my health.

Self-note: I should take Jade's advice. I MUST invest in a Dior Kohl Eyeliner.

We were all busy talking and mingling at the back that we've forgotten that something was happening upfront.

But when these two VIPs went up to the stage, all the camwhoring seemed to stop. I spoke to Timothy and he's really friendly. We spoke for about 10 minutes and we were so into the convo that I've forgotten to grab a shot with him. He told me about an upcoming event which is going to be held on March... And I guess you guys should know the reason behind my depression after hearing that.

I regretted not having a picture with Timothy. I totally forgotten about that. Well, he looked a bit like Nakamura from the popular-but-with-a-complicated-plot series, Heroes.

Star bloggers. Seriously, Kenny Sia looked like some host! Do you all not agree with me?

He is really witty, I tell you. We did talk and the first thing that came to my mind was the Chua Soi Lek parody. When I told him about that, he couldn't help but to laugh.

"What three of these ladies here have in common?" asks Kenny Sia in a 'Deal or No Deal' manner.

Now, where did that come from...

Contemplating.

I loved Su Ann's shoes ( The black one ). She told me she bought it from Nine West with a 30 percent off. Man, I need to get that pair... Cannot...tahan...

Pink Monster.

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I came home tired. Music playing in my ears. Conversations rewinding like a tape. Pictures floating in my mind. Deep down somewhere in this happiness, emptiness lies and there I've said it. No matter how I evince my joy, in some way, it is eating me inside. Hollow, that was how I felt after I removed the facade. Waiting. For a reason? There are no explainations. You do not need to explain. And neither do I. Why should I care? At least I found someone who cared. Don't talk to me. I do not need you anymore. I can't even comprehend why in the first place I should apologize.

Like you said, whatever.

"Whatever." It mirrors back to you. It's not like we have something. It's not like I really enjoyed your company. You were just someone I knew. Nothing more than that.

I'm better off without you. And I hope you felt that way too. I'm not for you. We know that. I'm hardly contented. All of a sudden the word platonic sounded a bit overrated. You're just the same. I should have seen that coming.

Why am I so stupid to fall for that?