Long-Delayed Post

Okay since my blog allegedly went 'closed', I've not posted. Sorry about that my three (or less) readers. But here is is: A full post about what's been going on with me and my so-called life. Yeah.

ZENZEI GO BYE BYE... TWICE.

Once in Melaka, once in Solaris Mont Kiara. She is leaving us (on a jetplaaaane) to take care of three possibly adorable but also possibly terrifying children in the US of A.

We're going to miss her terribly of course, which is why some of us are going to hide inside her luggage. *smile* By some of us I mean me, because I am crazy like that and because I did the same thing with V when she left for Australia but I got found out and now I am permanently barred from entering Australia. No really. Check the Most Un-Wanted list. My face is there under 'Highly Deranged and Extremely Persistent.'

Yeah so hor. I am going to try to get into the US la hor. I hear security there is pretty lax because all the security guards have gone to line up outside the Apple Store for the next three months. *smiles*

So ya. Melaka! Pictures, etc etc. Proceedez, por favor.

Don't know who those brothers are but I am sure they were nice people. Nice building though. Just along Jonker Street area where we parked our car.

Zenzei, V, Me. V is photobomb but is the not work. She just looks cute and happy. Me not trying to photobomb but ended up photobombing by looking deranged -_-'

Sometimes I feel its pictures like these that make me luv my friends long time. They are mad cute together.

Super duper trishaw. Super duper blue shades on the uncle.

Jonker Street (or rather, some of it)

Zenzei: Look at that scenery! My Canon DSLR to the rescue!

V: Why can't I has Canon tooooooooooo?

Along the river. Not sure what river. I only know its right in front of the church of St Francis Xavier.

MILLE CREPE CAKE. THE. BEST. CAKE. EVER. EVER. IN. THE. HISTORY. OF. MAN. EVER. ZOMG. *drool*

DROOL

St. Pauls Church. I thinks. Hee.

We then bid Zenzei goodbye at Departure Lounge (geddit?) in Solaris, Mont Kiara. Pictures, enjoy:

We gathered at UTAR at 10am or so; Bryan was the main perpetrator of the surprise, having gone and told Zenzei that he needed to pick up a certificate from UTAR. Hee. When the rest of the gang arrived late, he went to the car (where she was waiting) storming and raging that 'UTAR messed up his certificate'. Hur hur hur.

Then when some of the gang arrived, he broke the surprise, but Zenzei was incredibly blur and didnt realise it was a farewell party until we told her. HAHAHAHA. She thought I was going to cover the Musical or whatever that UTAR was having when she saw my face. HAHAHAHAHA. Damn funny lor.

And here she is. Blur. PUN! GEDDIT??

Much sharper now with cupcake in hand.

The members of the gathering - old friends and familiar faces: left bottom to right bottom: Wan Qi (I think), Dr. C, Matthew, Zenzei, Seok Ping, Eileen and Jonathan Goh. Missing: Bra-man and JE, who arrived later. And me. Because I cannot astrally project myself into the picture.

Yet.

Departure Lounge. Nice place.

And a happy, grinny Zenzei who had a convoy following behind Bra-mans' car. Haha.

So at the end, that was successful. She received a magic 8 ball from JE and DAMN IT IS ACCURATE. More on THAT later.

But for now, this is my goodbye Zenzei post. I would have said this at the party but I didnt' wanna steal Bra's thunder so here it is:

"Everybahdy! I has speech. Okay. So. We are gathered here today to bid Zenzei goodbye. We know her as many things: Friend, student (insert Dr C nod here), and the leader of the Popcapian Zombie Association. For anyone who is blur about our Association we have brochures and we can talk later mmmkay? Ahem."

"We know her as a person generous to a fault, yet selfish in protecting her dreams and hopes. We know her to be sharp as a whip but equally as blur in many things. We know she writes extremely well and that her idol is Terry Pratchett, who is a good writer but he ain't got nothing on Neil Gaiman. Ah. Where was I. Ya. (clear throat for dramatic effect) We know her also as a great friend and an awesome person all-round. While she may have her moments of utter lameness, who said lame cannot be endearing?"

"Zenzei, you will be missed. Sorely. By all of us, but we know we cannot hold you back when so much more of the world has opened itself up to you. So we shall resolve to just hide inside your luggage and stow away with you. By us I mean me. Ya. Ahem again."

"So Zenzei, good luck. Go take care of those kiddies. And go chase all your dreams. We'll be waiting when you return with arms wide open. Cheers! To Zenzei!"

Goodbye!

Dear all!

I have decided to close my blog off! I know it comes as a shock: I am such a narcissist that to not have the whole world read my blog (by that, I actually mean I am such a loser that I only have three readers) that closing it off is surprising.

But I am going to. I want my blog to be my personal rant-space and as of such, I don't want anyone reading it. No, really. As it is, my Facebook and Twitter accounts are open for all to see. Sadness. I have no more privacy, so my blog is my last-minute and futile attempt to close it off to other eyes except for mine.

So. Goodbye everyone. Bye. Tata! Ciao! Sayonara! Ich von goodbye (sorry, I don't know any German) and les' farewelles (don't know any French either).

Yeap. They did.

So my updates have been terrible lately. Loads of drinking and talking about drinking. And about my iPhone. I apologise to the three (maybe less, I cannot be sure. When you have THIS many readers it's so hard to keep up with everyone. Sigh. *wipes tear*) readers of my blog.

So notwithstanding the fact that the ZOMBIES ATE MY BRAINZ, I am doing well. I have just returned from Singapore from the Singapore Arts Festival, and unfortunately that will have to wait until I can kumpul balik my grey and white matters from those damned zombies. Ya.

I have grown accustomed to my iPhone and cannot imagine how I could have lived all those years without one. I bequeathed my less-than-three-month-old Nokia to my sister, who happily took it.

And stuck pink bling all over the back... and on THE TOUCH SCREEN. -_-' I cannot. Then she complain cannot pick up phone and I say SURE LA YOU BLOCK THE SENSOR!

-_-' And she complains that I am strange. Sometimes she gives me that ARE YOU RELATED TO ME look? I can safely say I reciprocate often enough.

So anyhows. I am currently blogging from a Starbucks; waiting for the next assignment to start. It's probably going to be a long one, so I am stocking up on sugar. And strawberry and cream, all in a frappucino. Hee.

And but aha, more importantly, here are pix from Singapore! I will do my best to load them all up and do them justice.

Ahem. Ready when you are!

So I arrive, after a rather embarrassing incident at check in: The hotel wanted a S$400 incidental damages charge but obviously, I DON'T HAVE RM 1000 AT MY WANTON DISPOSAL. Ahem. And my credit card is all full up, thanks to my iPhone. So obviously, I didn't have it, and so obviously, they thought I would trash the room like some room-wrecking rockstar, and so obviously, I would have to call Maybank to increase my credit limit and so obviously, that would cost me heckuva lot of roaming call charges and obviously, I will go broke paying it.

Phew.

So rant over, the hotel is very nice. It is.

This is the Old Supreme Court building, which was just amazing in how beautiful the old colonial architecture was.

And after climbing some extremely rickety and windy metal stairs (I am talking the windy spiral types of stairs that people DIE FROM AND WILL DIE HORRIBLE DEATHS) we arrive at the top of the building to be greeted with a beautiful view of the city.

THIS aha, my friends, is one of the holding cells in the building, which makes sense because it once housed some of the whitest, most British High Court Judges you'd ever see - with names like Philip William Tracey Turntington the Third and such. I jest, but you know what I mean. That's a jamban, for the uninformed.

But scary holding cells aside, the view is magnificent. Rainbows over the Marina Sands Hotel and all.

This is the rooftop of the Marina Barrage, where the Singaporean government has given it's citizens a neat, clean place to have picnics. I tell you: those guys (the govt) will let you do anything... so long as you do it THEIR WAY. Lol. Which is fine. The place is clean, with not a SCRAP of rubbish in sight. In Malaysia it would have been filled with disgusting bits of old banana peel, plastic bags and leftover food faster than you can say DIRTY.

And the ESPLANADE! Which is a bloody marvel. And a bloody nice looking from the inside, even though it looks like a durian on the outside.

Some of the other press who were present: The pretty Chinese girl is Qi Qi, who is from Shanghai Daily. And the bespectacled Chinese guy is Xiao Qi, who is from China Daily. He is the most well-read guy I've known in some time. He knows and loves Neil Gaiman. I died a little inside. The four white people are: Jeremy, Tony, Steven and Karen. All Aussies from a variety of mags and newspapers. Nice bunch. Very strange. I learnt new words: Bogan and Dag. Bogan - trailer park trash with loads of money. Dag - just white trash. Lol.

And thus, we go to Wessex Village, where the Sing govt proves once again, that if you want to be creative, you can go crazy.... in a specific location. Wessex Village is home to some 30-odd artists, where they live and paint pictures for a living. Sigh. So nice.

Even the flowers in this place was beautiful.

Below and above are sculptures from some of the artists in the place.

(and more lush green. Heck, even the TREES are well behaved in Singapore)

And everyone with their Sing Slings. Because HOW CAN YOU GO TO SINGAPORE without having a Sing Sling? A MOST unflattering angle of me, but I don't mind. Everyone looks so happy.

I have more pictures, but this page keeps crashing so I have to stop here. More to come!