i have 3 musketeers n 2 pussy cats

prrr prrrrr meowwwwww, wonders of an eyeliner n my skills! a sweeet night!

surprises outta the blue

just a few things that happen to appear in fronta me haha but let me warn u, i will not take responsibilities for any sort of damage, physcially or mentally. otherwise, enjoy.

whole new perspective

its not that i didn't know, never knew, or wasn't taught, i just didn't think it would happen..... to me. for the first time, i truly felt scared from the thought of losing someone. i realised how ungrateful i am, to those who have accepted and supported me. how i wish this is only for show, a lesson for us all, like things would go back to normal n i could say 'oh it's just god pulling his strings instead of telling us a folktale."

i love u with all my heart, i bless u with all my soul, and how i miss u so,
words couldn't explain, my tears and my heartache, but im sure u know,
right now, i wish i was home.

recently i've...

been to a concert : panic! at the disco (fucking awesome! if only i could see his fucking face!)
seen jamie oliver : cook on stage live! ('same as above' and ontop of which i'd like to go home with him)
found my new chillout corner : eurotrash (if only i still lived right above, i'd be there all day n night)

other places we've been to,
beach club : helen lost her cardigan at the same time totally clueless of tutor boy feeling her up sex dreaming mouth wide open drooling! xD
QBH - XXL : was i scared? hell yea i was scared shitless, mr buff bouncer sniffing around... the tension of having a j not knowing whether i had properly butt-it-out or very much still lit and burning inbetween my legs wasn't exactly thrilling.
Hush Bar : one word : absinthe!
Prince of Wales : gross guys in fluoro shirts, hot guys in fluoro shirts, why fluoro?
i cant really remember the rest but its been a long night just abt every night. party keeps going! with an exception of tonight...

ps ah bb: lets rock more concerts! and make more use of our time together before we part loverrr xD
ah lun: i always say 'ah luns easy to convince' but i know i know, its just coz im so so special! and now i cant ever call u a tightass again, DAMN xD

anyways, above are for ah lun who's known for his grossly intriguing foot fetish, which ofcoz includes himself in heels xD and me in man shoes.

more from recent weeks

for those i promised.

the irony of me doing photography yet i never bring a camera around for those hilarious happy snap shots. anyways, hope you're laughing with us n not at us hahaha

too many 21st's and not enough of august

unfortunately im onto my 22nd, but i assure you, i can still pull off the 'i'm still a kid (and chinese), please sell me the cheapest possible ticket there is on the list thank you!' (and btw yes my name is sally hoang) haha why not, whatever knocks off the dollars right! anyways, the same thing happens each year on this day, well for me atleast, im looking forward to it --- and soon, i'm looking foward to it 365 days in the coming year. just like how i get my hopes up and before u know it, i've flown too far. but 7 hickies in a night, now u cant beat that! and i never thought i'd ever have to stand in front of my mirror at 4am in the morning thinking to myself, my boobs look like they've been molested. tit for tat and they've still got 24hrs to finish off the other 15. good news for them and roast chicken for me. only half way, but thank-you to those who came last night, especially those who watched me puke and 'quote' god for pouring a bucket of diahrrea on abs car. bravo!

(drop the bomb, im bi-curious, yes bravo!)

my three part-time girlfriends..

a few photos to update those across waters. mainly for kev, coz i know for a fact you'd want to see these! and yes! bravo on your new job, must i admit you're not just my favourite, but soon to be the richest? overflowing full of cash muahaha take u on poker style! none the less keep me posted on your (and jo's) where abouts end of this year, going home? or to the factory? wherever it is, let me know. if things go as planned i should be in tom's new house during chinese new year before heading for Japan.

half way to the start of a new end

'almost there, you're almost there!' they say, i'm almost there!

satan calls me..

..spirit fingers!! now let me show you, this is how its done \m/ (pre-visualisation, pft, adapt as needed i say!) this is by far the most time i've spent with photoshop in my face!! not to mention all that clicking involved has finally permanantly shaped my right hand like a claw. oh and how could i forget, i must thank my best friends, who kept me company through-out the whole night. whilst i was doing my 'click n drag-mask-lasso-select-copy n paste', they were hot-potting on my bed shouting at my tv watching soccer. how i got through that night, i would never know, though im sure it must have something to do with thy genius invention : earphones n death metal!!

just to update the nosy : recently we've been gettin down n boogie till dawn, hitting the scenes of teeny weeny sluts but nothing was as good as 'back then!' it just aint the same. 2 dejavu's, 1 exceeds the other. and i must say it aint even about the people. but some weird experience it was watching some fat chick shaking her ass in fronta our faces whilst we're tryna watch soccer. though i must admit i aint the biggest fan ever, but since my place has being overtaken by lunatics running wild, im happy to hear em scream whilst im rolling a doobie. as for thre rest of the world. enjoy it however u can, coz i cant wait to hear u whinge when its all over. other than that, it would be a dream come true to see Rammstein blow some fire when germany hits the finals. that would be some sick shit!!!! DU RIECHST SO GUT!!!!!!!!!!!

Psycho, Groupie, Cocaine, Crazy

thats what i felt, at the end of our long day. thirteen floor-to-ceiling windows, one little me. finally, over a living room full of boxes you can just make out the balti bridge and the rest of docklands. thats what i call a slammin view baby! not quite the 5 star penthouse, though the almost private lift sure as hell made my day! though this 3 day 'workout' was estimated, the aches sneaked up on me, my joints hurt. but then my savior came and rescued my ass!! gave me a reason to dig through stacks for my precious greens...the puff made me feel light once again. ahhh... and this is how it is from start to end... now its half the time to my studio and miles away from mini-eyes-crazy-dyed-hair chinks!! weeeeeeeeeeeeeee

(click click boom!!! where's my southern cross station bum with binoculars?)

leaning forward to pull back

when they say 'one step forward, two steps back', just exactly how bigga steps are they talking about? im stuck in between a new phase and its like when you're trying to avoid raindrops whilst walking down the street, but oh like frank sinatra sang, 'i'm singing in the rain what a glorious feeling, im happy again'.
tis the last night in this tiny box i stare out from. tommorow shall be a new view, another rainy view. and maybe i'll sing in the rain whilst directing my movers to lug my sofa upstairs. one step furthur shall not be the end, even if im taking steps back, i'll be walking with my back towards the end.

(he knew, i knew.. you'll know)

in the mood for...

love? lust? or simply just company? whatever that was suppose to be about, im lost. my curiosity lingers, but im in no hurry to find out. i believe i know the answer though i could be wrong. im on the way to feeling the same way, except i choose to not. mutual feelings? not quite there yet, anxiety attacks? i doubt it sweetheart, screwed in the head? hey.. how'd u know?
i know its all about regrets, i cant say i have none, but atleast they're not about you. i choose to come clean, and its me i'm helping, not you. then again, why would you care? why should it matter? the fact that im speaking of this matter n spilling my guts out is purely fucked up, though who's to judge but myself. i enjoy it day n night, black to white, hell even the greys inbetween. call me two-faced, tell me you're not. after all, reality kicks in tis only another 7 months. untangle my riddle, don't. you're irrelevant, u rekon? slowly i taste your fear, explain? don't bother. it shall not happen, or should it? fuck how should i know? my choice, your problem.

(april exclusively, the morning belongs to the night.)

it all started last wednesday...

so people have been asking where i've been, what did i get up to, sniffing here n there for dirt like the sun's gon rise from the other side if i didn't get myself into some sorta trouble. surprise surprise, i didn't get myself into any trouble, coz i was never caught u see!! time flies when you do just about everything and or nothing. my teacher taught me that procrastination is ofcourse a con, but relaxing and to let your body & mind take a break/rest, also plays an important part. well i took his word, for word, and since its easter break i got down and serious to relaxing as soon as i was outta his lecture, but i think we took it one step too far, coz woah! i have to admit its been awhile since eyes open eyes shut, its all smokin'... its as if i lived on a freakin pot farm, burning em non-stop on campfire!! (except for the fact that my endless supply is about a mile to my left in some bogans backyard) other than that, we did make some break throughs, got our hands on a few new gadgets, and came to a few conclusions. but right now our number one new gadget is our 11cm king size made in spain rolling machine, which although it wasn't top-notch like i imagined, and on top of that mr parrot totally robbed me clean, but our long lasting giggling made up for it definitely. never the less even with the change, i don't leave my wounded men behind so old phrase, it will all depend on our mood and venue. (meaning i won't be abandoning my pimpi, he's jumped on the ride and he's going all the way). gradually our collection is growing as we maximize our 'experience' and so like every other session, we play, we eat, we do all that n then we sleep n we forget. the next day we wake up we untangle our happenings n try to remember, we puff in between, and we're back to more giggling haha our accomplishment of the week... i'd have to say was we got to catch up on some movies, our long awaited V for vendetta, scary movie 4 (fujitsu, mitsubishi, bonsai).... and... wait let me think... underworld evolution, screwed, failure to launch, she's da man (i was way too stoned!) and some other dvd we rent from blockbuster, called... i don't even remember the name, and that been said, or the movie, last but not least we finally watched PRISON BREAK!! (we went through it in one long hard working night!!) and it aint over yet! theres more diggin to come. to be continued...

(wentworth miller, you're totally worth the wait)

IYAM wat IYAM coz i love yam.

somewhat foolish, partly true. while i was having a cigarette listening to bebel gilberto it was all sinking in, pure bliss. as the color of leaves change, this is the last of me i leave behind. from now on, its all under my skin, i hide, i tremble, i learn.

(get out, got out, soon i'll be in again)

fuking sweet

no chocolate or lollie could compare to this sweet sweet feeling. the relief of 'fuck its done!! finito, no more!! OVER!!' WEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *rolling around-screaming-jump off my balcony* ok now it's time to start my next assignment.

(someone explain to me, why my feets so cold)

watch & learn my bunnies

as promised, mystery of the world upside-down.

out with the diamonds, coz PLASTIC is 'IN'

thanks to my darling daphne (though i've also gotta give some credit to my plastic bambi), she discovered Tatty Devine. A London based store, opened by ♣ Harriet Vine and ♦ Rosie Wolfenden, they stock all sorts of accessories, t-shirts, bazzar what-not's by designers and ofcourse products of their own (which btw has toured around the states and japan). YES, most of them are plastic, but hey, its the design we're paying for (or maybe just our greed). though remember, girls will be girls, and we simply never say NO to spending money!! the everytime we hear that cash register go 'ka-ching' our heart breaks with a smile on our face, and just what can we do, but race home to slip it on and check it out in the mirror. thus, just let us be!!

additional information: these accessories are for purchase through their site online (the link is on you're right in the sidebar), and for those in melbourne, they do stock a few of their designs at FAT in GPO Bourke Street.

(bang bang pu-shhhh bang, HEY there's fire works!!, a-DUH')

he is a DOCTOR...

of Fine Arts. After some 20 odd years of majoring in fine arts (Bacherlors, Masters to Honoury Doctor), Abelardo Morell somehow, ended up as a photographer. Currently exhibiting in Spain, Israel and all over the States, Doctor Morell is the man of the show, the cherry on top, the one everyone should be talking about, if not. Straight photography, manipulation none-wut-so-ever. hard to believe, i know, but its just tricks fooling your eyes, and no, not your eyes playing tricks on you. and you might ask, 'now, why are some things up-side-down?' well, long story short, it's how the world really is!! haha 'and wat about the other half?' u say.... aHA clever little eyes!!! well, take some time to process these photos through your head, and i will be revealing the answers in a couple days. once again, pls enjoy!! (TAKE YOUR TIME, I SAID)

(pajun is da bomb!! i'll explain, but only if you're into spring onions)