Happy birthday Michelle

And they are very old pictures, I know.

But they are probably the only ones I have of you.

You'd probably hate me for putting this up cos we look so stupid. Haha.

But have a good one this year, you.

Oh, Jon

My early days of camwhoring.

Look at our hair, Jon!

Look at us!

I can't believe I've aged this much in just 5 years.

When was the last time I saw you anyway?

Anti Corruption Agency

I can't remember which year it was that we did this. Was it 2003?

The Awakening

I was 19 (or maybe 20) when this video was made. Hence, the vintage hairdo and clothes.

Enjoy.

Yoga Zone

This is me. Pangkor Island April 2007. Appendix scar photoshopped.

Graduation exhibition

Another picture post.

From my graduation exhibition about a year ago.

That's me =) Right on top of the list.

Group of spades, baybeh

We found that girl at the buffet line in Pangkor Island Beach resort and I asked if she could pose for me

And that's my other model. Hahahaha

Shan in all his glory

Ex-Teacher Pixie

6 years ago, my mother asked me if I could be a substitute teacher at her tuition center. Just for a couple of months.

My older brother was the previous sub, but the kids were so afraid of him that he had to be dismissed.

(He had long hair then, and wore a uniform of torn jeans and black t-shirts)

I was 18; my hair was flaming red (from this hair show I did) and I was experimenting with bright blue contact lenses. Midriff baring tops were in and they were all I wore. Plus, I just got myself my fifth piercing in my ears and a tattoo on my lower back.

Not exactly the kind of person you want to send your children to for extra classes.

But I have to admit, that even with all that shebang, I was actually still quite a pleasant sight.

So, anyway, for a few months, I had 7 and 8 year olds addressing me as Teacher/Cikgu/Lao Shi.

I helped with their homework, told them stories, and had them tell me stories about their weekend.

Some liked me and went all out to seek for my approval in everything they did. Others were a little more difficult to deal with, but I guess they were just being children that were heard more than they were seen.

Teacher's Day coincided with one of my classes.

I went in to class that day and most of the children had presents for their teachers at school. I smiled to myself, knowing that most of the presents were picked out by their parents.

As I sat down in front of the class, a bashful little boy who hardly spoke in class came up to me with a stalk of red rose. He shyly placed it on my table and whispered "For you."

With a huge grin plastered on my face and full of glee, I said "For me?"

He nodded, eyes fixed on his shoes.

"You got this for me?" I repeated.

He says, "My mum asked me to give this to you because she says it's Teacher's Day today."

Ah, I nodded to myself. "So if your mum didn't tell you to give this to me you wouldn't have?" I teased him.

He turned a bright red.

I shooed him back to his seat then.

I kept that warm bubbly feeling inside me for the rest of the week.

April Blues

It's mid May already and somehow April is still in me.

It feels like such a long month.

Let it be done already.

I've had enough.

Please?

Siaran Tergendala

I have loads of pictures here with me.

They're everywhere.

But that darn end-of-sem-sleepless-nights thing isn't loosening its grip on me.

Patience.

I miss =(

School's alright.

But I miss work =(