Aaaaah. First of all, brace yourselves for a 56k killer. Seriously. There are 55 shots here and since I’ve just washed my hair (it is now 2:30am) and I’m too lazy to dry it, I’ll have to wait till it air-dries so I might as well upload pictures.

But the news I’m sure you’re all curious about: no, I didn’t win

I had heaps of fun though, and by the time the results came out I really wasn’t arsed because I’d had so many people come up to me telling me how they voted for me and how they hoped I’d win. So in my eyes, that makes me a winner (though I am admittedly rather sore about missing out on almost RM2,000 in prizes—boo. Plus a sash! Beejaysus, me’d have loved a sash to collect dust in the corner of my room. Huff!)

And secondly, yes, I was wearing the same vintage cheongsam I wore for my MUFY graduation. Feck it lar, I spent a grand total of RM10 blowing my hair for this ball—everything else is old, or paid for by someone else So I am rather happy. And feck off, I’m not spending RM300-plus on a dress, blablabla. Recycle, reuse and reduce.

Besides, since I can still fit the cheongsam (plus, it’s loose!) I might as well because after I pop out a football team of kids I may only be able to fit a tent. So I’m being optimistic.

PICTURES!

My svelte new silhouette while getting ready in Sue’s room.

I love this shot of her. Sue, you’re so sexy.

Many thanks to Eugene for pimpin’ it and driving a carfull of three gorgeous girls down to KL! I finally got to enter the SMART tunnel and almost started crying because of the claustrophobia. Brr. I’ve decided I don’t like tunnels now.

With Joanne! Yes, darling, I was Oriental Noir. As opposed to Occidental Noir, which is pretty much what everyone else went as.

Red lipstick! With Kathia, who won best dressed! She had her funky headpiece custom-made and flown in from a real milliner’s in the UK.

Us and a very pleased-looking Zhen Yau.

I *heart* these women! Cheryl Yab-ba-dabba-doo, Kathia, and Tems. I look like I’m sprouting alfalfa out of my head, oh wells.

ETHANNNN! <3

Table 12 Ethan had a lovely touchy-feely jacket on so I was raba-raba-ing him. Not like he minded. In fact, he even invited me to caress his…hair! Hehe.

With Shuffy.

With the engineers—Tien Loong, I’mSorryIDunnoYourName, Ee Way, Nick Chew! My boss Kon.

We’re a happy threesome, whee! Ethan and Tasha.

With Vincey-Wincey! Haha he has this habit of calling others by funny pet names. He calls me ‘Dee Dee’ or ‘Mel mel’, Kon is ‘Kon Kon’, Yee Hou is ‘Hou Hou’…:P

I had the whole Oriental thing going on, baybee. Edward Said 1978, Orientalism. Zomg. I can’t even tune out for a minute. Gaaah.

COMMIES!

Ethan and Tasha, who sang beautifully tonight. They sang the song I wanted for my wedding since I first heard it! So it doesn’t matter when I get married, etc, I just want that song. But I’m not gonna say which cos you might steal my idea. Pfft. They’re gonna sing it for me!

With Dennis (yes, from So You Think You Can Dance). I know him from the TQ/YS days of the Subang Jaya Buddhist Association Good times, good times.

With Mei Sim, from high school, who recognised me and called out! She was accompanying her boyfriend tonight It’s always so lovely to see familiar faces.

And none more familiar than this one…

TAM HAO JIN, of the Volleyballing “I blow you up, I blow you down!” halcyon days of high school. Hah! I’m not such a fat porker now am I, coach!

Keeping with the SMKSU tradition…

GE HUI! Who’s back I was so happy to see her again <3

From SMKSU to SMKSJ…

With William, whom I once mistakenly referred to as Charles, because I knew his name was one of the Windsor royal family. Heh.

…and back to SU!

Wen Bin!

MUFY girls! *koff mutter blush* Someone, Charmaine and Sue.

A fecking kau ugly shot of a very indignant me as I was explaining that one of the young whippersnapper contestants for Mr. Monash actually unzipped the back of my dress on stage. He was trying to ‘demonstrate’ how he’d sabotage the other contestants, by making everyone vote for me due to my state of undress, wtf. I told him off after that because while my dress did not fall down, it is besides the point ok. Some things are just plain tasteless.

Not like Justin’s funky orange suit though! He’s got an orange fixation, this boy does

Eugene wanted a picture with my sexy pose Thanks for driving us there and back safely, hun!

With Kam Taikor from MUFY, who was mighty pleased to see us.

So pleased, he presented me with his white rose as a good luck talisman. Aww! I really like this shot. Observe my pretty pearl earrings, a gift from my aunt who went to Shanghai. Just call me Shanghai Baby!

The Comeback Kings who had us all in stitches with their infamous Cockroach Dance.

Two of the sexiest beasts Ethan and Kathia.

Kathia reapplying her lippie while Cheryl scrutinizes her.

Aaah. The Good Old Days. The Double-N-Hyphenated-Potato-Lovers Shuf, Sue, Song.

With Eunice, Cheryl, Sexy Rachel and Tems.

As Yee Hou would say, “Harro! We are from the Erections Committee!” Ahem. That’s Elections to you. Me, Vince, Nisha and Kon.

My pear tart landed in my strange sago, startling me so much even the waiter standing nearby burst out laughing.

*Koff mutter splurt* Someone, Jimmy, Dahlia, Kathia, Jason, Trudy, Zhen Hui and Nisha as Kathia walked off with Best Dressed

Me and Yian Yian, the Ms. Monash of 2007 Now, when someone campaigns hardcore for a solid month, has a Multiply page devoted to this cause, and who cries after winning the title, I reckon they really deserve it as opposed to me and my half-baked low-budget plans. Haha. *sad sniffs* I’d have loved the prizes though. Enough retail sponsorship to get me a working wardrobe. But oh wells.

Dancers.

Cheryl and Ethan. The term of the night was ‘clit monger’, please do not ask my why for I too do not know.

Me and Nick Chew! My gosh, those high school days seem so so so long ago…:)

Now, ahem, brace yourselves for some mighty stupid shots. Because we felt like it, and I have friends fabulous enough to entertain me.

With Sue and Ms. Polystyrene CutOut.

Me and my Mustang, baybee.

Rajiv the prop and Charmaine. They have an awesomely grotesque photo with Eugene but due to its nature I fear for you, gentle blog reader, and have thus decided to spare you the agony.

Charmaine and Eugene and the rose Zhen Yau gave me (aww ) which featured very often in photos from then onwards.

Nick. Hehe.

Our Fugly Shot. Hahahahaha.

I jakun mah. The last time I was in Mandarin Oriental it was to meet Mariah Carey back in 2004!

Jeremy.

Pik Yi, another of the Ms. Monash contestants.

Sue waiting to be picked up?

Three fatt hou girls.

Do your own textual analysis!

Hahahaha.

“You’re way too beautiful, girl…you’ve got me suicidal, suicidal…”

Charmaine! Haha.

Me flashing a little leg, while Eugene’s butt hogs the rest of the camera frame.

If you thought these shots were lame, you might as well close this browser window right now because it only gets worse. Yes, it’s possible!

Sue-Ann, the Plastic Flower Whisperer.

*whistles*

Suren trying to be chivalrous and me acting spastically coy.

So cute. Sue-Ann vs. The Rose.

“She loves me…she loves me not…” Eugene emo-ing.

Eugene budak bodoh! Hehe. Him trying to pull a Crayon Shin Chan.

And now for the scariest shot of the night….

Just because I could. Yes, I have no shame.

Hee. Symmetry and good lighting, we like. And fluvvers, too. *heart*

And on this happy note I bid you all a good night (morning, more like). I had such a wonderful time

Many thanks to all of you who voted for me, gave endless support and cheered and hooted for me while I embrarassed myself onstage and, heh, everywhere else by taking shots like these, for instance.

Twas a good night