Top left: the coveted mic in our private karaoke room; top right: shockingly, this male duet between the hubby and a friend was actually Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face“; bottom left: I’m slightly mortified that there’s photographic evidence of my cheesy self; bottom right: can you guess what song the hubby is singing?

One of our favorite “Malaysia — Truly Asia” pasttimes is going out for karaoke.  The karaoke places in Kuala Lumpur aren’t like the ones back home, where you have to submit yourself to the indignity of singing in front of strangers who are inhaling greasy happy hour wings and only half-listening to your well-intentioned warblings.  The karaoke places here are all sectioned off into private rooms that you rent, and usually include some sort of all-you-can-eat buffet (it’s not a particularly good buffet, but now my brain has forever linked stir-fried noodles and off-key blissing out).

Last weekend we went for one last group sing.  The hubby loves hard rock classics that enable him to croon and lunge forward at the same time, like a rocker.  I apparently prefer belting out ballads with my eyes closed.  I believe this photo was taken during my heartfelt rendition of Taylor Swift’s “Love Story.”