Sonic Vibes - Christmas Eve

I was asked to do DJ Kidd aka HypeEmBeats a favor last night and take pictures for him in BarSonic - Zouk.

So I did, and since I was there with my camera I might as well take pictures of the funky fashionista's that frequent the joint.

Berry Nice

I opened the paper bag and peered in. I saw the box. Not too big. Not too small. Classy, all black, with silver words looking back at me. There the words were.

BlackBerry.

I smiled with satisfaction and carefully pulled the box out. Rubbing my hands together, I opened it and very quickly but gently unloaded all the contents onto my bed. Placing each accessory neatly one after another in an organized row. Now all that stood between me and my upgrade was the egg carton that held it in place. I lifted it off swiftly and there she was. The upgrade I've been anticipating for weeks.

I picked it up with one hand, still holding old faithful in the other. The expression of disappointment fell over my face. Why was it so light? I mimicked a small weighing motion, old faithful in one hand, the upgrade in the other. It felt nothing like a Berry.

Ahhh. Maybe after the battery goes in, it'll feel more real. I hurriedly unwrapped the battery and popped it in. The difference was little if there was any at all.

I put it in to charge and finally after waiting 12 hours, I start fiddling with it.

The whole interface blows my mind. The functions are more or less the same, with the exception of the fact that the track-ball was much more fun compared to the track-pad, and yet there's just something different about this new experience.

I'm sold...

Yes, I know this phone isn't very new, but forgive me. I'm not very up to date when it comes to the latest gadgets and what not. It really is a new experience for me.

5am Monday Morning

and I'm bored out of my mind wishing I could go to sleep.

My sleeping pattern's been put off by an incredible party schedule lately and I think maybe its time to relax and tune down.

November and December have always been the months in which I relax and chill, and also party hard. It has always been this way, cept this year. This year it started off with endless sleepless nights at McDonalds studying for my finals, which I have come out of rather disappointed. It then progressed to a friend getting married, which left me with little, if no time, to recover from the after effects of my exams. Also, because my friend got married, all the guys who now live in Australia made a trip home and that means partying hard Malaysian style.

Tomorrows the start of a new week and I plan to get my body's rhythm back in tune.

I cannot imagine the amount of times I've said this to myself, but once again, I'm off the alcohol. Hopefully this time I'll at least be able to hold on to abstinence until the semester starts. Although, my real goal is to hold off until July. I can already see you there thinking to yourself, "YEAH RIGHT!!!"

haha, I'm trying.

Ran out of books to read too. Anybody know any good ones?

Ford Models: Supermodel of the World Malaysia 2009

So I was invited for an event tonight for the Malaysian Ford Models: Supermodel of the World, that was at Zouk KL.

It was an awesome party with plenty of pretty girls and, uhm, well-to-do men?

If I'm not wrong it was sponsored by Parkson. I'm really not sure but it had the words Parkson everywhere. So i'm assuming it was MAINLY sponsored by Parkson.

I would have pictures. Cept I was there to attend and party. Not to work.

Good food. Free-drinks. I don't what went on besides that. HAHHAHAA

Yes so uhm, good luck to the contestants, and, uhm, CHEERS.

Btw. You guys should watch the mini-sodes HERE.

If not for the beautiful girls, then at least for the comedy.

My favourite's when Amber Chia opens her mouth to speak. It was hilarious.

Name Dropping

No. Not name dropping in the usual sense of dropping the name of a famous person you know just so people think a certain way about you. Name dropping in a way that makes you appear informed about whatever topic it is at that moment.

I was talking to a guy recently, and his wive had just asked me to help them do their annual family portrait. To be fair, I have no idea what this guy does for a living, nor do I know how much he knows about photography. Although, something he said sparked a question, or rather a statement, inside my head that had been ringing for the past week.

He asked me if I knew a certain photographer, a famous international photographer, and if I've seen his work. I bluntly said "Nope, dunno who that is" and he looked at me as if I didn't know how to work a camera.

I have no idea about other industries and who their big wigs are, but I know for sure that one thing about photography (As far as I know, cos I really don't know all that much) is that there are a million photographers out there. Good ones, Average ones, and yes, the occasional Bad ones.

As an aspiring photographer, I have never found it necessary to know who's who in the industry. I have always just happen to chance upon someones work and admired it. That is the extent of my knowledge of people who take pictures for a living.

I mean there are tons of bloody good photographers out there who really know their stuff and produce really inspiring work, but I don't see how having heard of a certain photographer makes you any better a photographer. This is unless of course, you have a certain niche, or style, that appeals to you and you spend your time analyzing work by a certain pro to help with your work.

To help better myself, this is where I go:

FashionPhotographyBlog - by Melissa Rodwell

To admire work, this is where I go:

TheHundreds - by Bobby Kim

TheSartorialist - by Scott Schuman

Douche Bag

I spent the most awkward 15 minutes of my life the other day trying to explain to my mom what a douche bag is. We obviously don't have it here Malaysia then.

I'm not explaining it to you so go look it up on the internet.

The mindless partying has taken a toll on my health. My throat feels like sandpaper. Food taste like cardboard. I get intensive chest pains eating too much after a night of partying.

The worst part? The best cure for it all is as simple as a mug of beer.

So cheers.

Sleep is for the weak

I am tired.

No, correction.

I am exhausted.

I spent Tuesday to Friday of last week finishing up the rest of my Final Exams. Sped off to Bahau on Saturday with my friends for a buddy's wedding. Took pictures of the whole two day ceremony for him. Came home Sunday evening. And have been working on the 900 over pictures I have taken. Still have a slide show to do with my brother who was the videographer. The wedding dinner is this Friday. And I'm working that too.

I want to rest. I need to rest.

I hate weddings.

Come next week, I will party on and party hard. Come next week I will sleep till my hearts content, come next week I'll do whatever I fucking please and nobody can take that away from me!

Homeless in McDonalds

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So I've now spent a lot of time in McD's SS14. We stayed there like homeless people studying all night, it being 24 hours and all.

Besides us, there are 3 resident hobos in McD's SS14. YES, it doubles as a homeless shelter in the night. Kudos to Maccers for allowing homeless people to live in their restaurant.

The resident of the highest floor is a fat man whom we have dubbed smelly cat due to the fact that he frequently takes of his socks and hangs it on one of the chairs, thus allowing the whole third floor to smell like sour, unclean socks that have not been washed for 6 months. He dons a yellow shirt that says Hou How Fook Restaurant on the back. If you know where this restaurant is please tell me. We believe he's an out-of-towner.

The second floor is occupied by two different homeless people. The loudest and weirdest one being a chubby Indian lady who dresses like she just came back from a jog. She switches table every time someone sits close by and pretends to talk on the phone. She has a real phone. We caught a bit of her conversation that involved calling someone, Vishnu, to come kick us out of her club. We were referred to as the dirty devils that sleep in McDonald's. Yeah. I swear. Then she babbled on and on about something to do with how we needed special passes. Like VIP's i'm assuming. Her name is now Vishnu.

The third guy is just really sad. Unlike the previous two. He I pity every time I see him. Reclusive and quiet, he sits in a corner in the smoking section, at the same table and same chair each night, sleeping with his arms folded and his body hunched over, hanging his head inches away from the table. He has 2 cups of coke or coffee, I couldn't really tell, before he goes to sleep, as he sits in the air-conditioned area before moving out into the smoking area.

Pictures courtesy of the internet :)