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!