Woohoo!

I went to visit some friends in the area and it was the perfect time to head there as it was the start of summer. It was sunny everyday, beaches, boats, lots of tanning, you get the idea. Never having been there before, I was not sure what to expect. Everybody told me it’s always really sunny and that was about it.

They were right.

So I started off my trip at ANTIBES, a small old town just next to Cannes. It reminded me a bit of Aix-en-Provence, very quaint, picturesque and not as commercial as some of the other nearby cities. It is also a very big yacht port and I saw many small boats and also monster yachts with multiple levels, helicopters on it, a hot tub and some speed boats all on ONE BIG BOAT. It was like a rap video come true.

Boats, boats, boats!

Trying to cool off with a BIG smoothie.

Then we head off to NICE! Ironically, people are not as nice over there for some reason. You would think that in a place with good weather, beaches, culture, blah blah blah, people would be… merrier. But no, I think the heat is making them crazy. The old city is quite pretty and very different from other parts of France but that was about it for the place. I found it a bit too touristy sometimes.

The view of Nice from the château on the hill.

Looks almost like Italy?

Old streets in the old town.

Next we go to MONACO! As the prince is (finally) getting married, there were posters all around the city advertising it. I guess it was almost like the whole Kate and William circus. I sort of expected to see a lot more flashy sports car since it seems to be the only thing people ever talk about when anyone mentions the place but in fact, they were only parked outside the casinos and fancy hotels but the whole city itself was pretty… normal. KABLAAM, iconic image smashed to bits!

More boats!

In about 50 years, this place will start looking like Hong Kong.

Finally some fancy cars.

And me in a touristy photo with fancy cars!

I did see two porn-star looking actresses driving an orange Lamborghini… Maybe that’s saying something?

And of course how can we end the trip before going to CANNES? I guess the city is much more alive during the film festival but I did like the stretch of road with boardwalk, luxury hotels and all the designer stores. You could say it’s a bit like Rodeo Drive meets Miami Beach? (never been to either of these places but I’m just assuming from what I see on TV!). I’ve been told that people actually rent out their apartment balconies to the paparazzi between 200-600€ PER HOUR when the celebrities are in town just for the best view!!!!!

I told you there were a lot of boats!

There were lots more fancy places which I did not bother taking photos of because you would’ve probably seen them already so I’m trying to show you the not-so-famous parts.

So yea that was my trip. Basically lots of sun, boats, sun, boats, sun, and oh wait more boats! Now off to work on my tan….

Ahh….. The only thing missing is a Pina Colada.

…the sea…

The beach at Seignosse.

…the mountains…

Looking out over the Pyrénées-Atlantiques.

…saw the animals…

Aren’t they just too adorable???

Couldn’t resist taking a photo with the cows behind me.

…and of course ate very, very well!

Bring it on, baby.

Now that’s what I call a vacation!

It’s been more than 2 months since my last update and a lot has been happening then (which doesn’t really answer why I don’t post since I should have so much material). Anyway to make things short, Fashion Week happened and I was occupied with a lot of shoots with the MIFA team who came all the way to Paris. I will probably make a whole post on that itself.

Few weeks after, I went to the land of caviar and vodka… RUSSIA! I was there for Russia Fashion Week for Farah Khan’s show (probably also another post on this itself). It was a pity I didn’t go wild there since it was cold most of the time, but mostly the fact that my crazy Russian girls weren’t there After all, how often would it be that I end up in Moscow right? It’s a pretty complicated place to go to without the right documents and reasons…..

Anyway, time for photos!

Look at all that snow!

Moscow by night.

The Red Square.

Any by day.

St. Basil’s Cathedral.

Red Square again!

I have to say though, it was complete luxury going there. Getting chauffeured from the airport and back in a brand new Mercedes, all to myself, staying in a luxurious room in the Ritz Carlton, getting champagne and caviar for breakfast… Not sure why I didn’t take photos of that! Ok so there was champagne but I did not take it for breakfast because I figured it was too much (or I am just getting older).

Of course there was stuff in between, going to shows, doing a photo shoot all over Moscow in one day. It was like a express tour! It happened all so fast and then it was finally time to go again. And just when the weather was getting nicer!

Time to go home.

Home-coming gifts from sweetie

The weather in Paris was so amazing when I returned, it was the perfect opportunity to go for a quick picnic in the park. I remember saying I was already sick of having so many picnics last year but when you don’t do it for at least 6 months because of winter and the sun comes back out, it’s too hard to resist. I even had time to do a quick tanning session. Yes, it was that warm! From 0ºC one month ago to 25ºC in the afternoon today. CAN YOU IMAGINE???

Oh it’s so pretty…..

Spring definitely makes me a happy person and this is also my first time experiencing a full bloom season. I love autumn too but spring is just so beautiful don’t you think?

The one thing I don’t like about December is the part about spending too much money. It always happens in December!

When I was in Amsterdam, I stayed in a boathouse with Ian and his family. It was an interesting experience because it was very… different from anything I’ve tried before. Actually it is just like a teeny-tiny apartment inside the boat, just not recommended for people who get seasick easily. I have to say though, it’s extremely calming sleeping on a bed that’s gently rocking all the time.

Our ‘neighbours’.

Met up with Katrina too, now only Steph is missing!

When I came back, Romain was getting a new kitchen installed so his parents came to Paris to help him out. Apparently in France, people rarely ever hire workers to do DIY things to their home. Because of that, the 2 weeks became incredibly crazy and by the end of it, all 3 of them couldn’t stand a minute longer of each other! We are all really happy with the new kitchen though, especially me because I spend so much time there!

Still very much at the beginning.

It was such a nice day outside too…

Finally finished! And a very curious Fifou.

I also met Alice for the first time after having seen her when skype-ing with Chrysan during her days in Paris. It was really fun because we went back to a familiar part of town, and it was almost as if we’ve known each other before. That’s pretty much my summary of this month.

This one’s for you, Chrysan!

Charing Cross Hotel for the first show ‘A La Mode’.

Party time with Salva and his friends. That was a crazy night, that’s all I will say.

There was also a ‘gay pope’ dressed in the theme’s colours gold and white!

The ‘fabulous life’ of fashion designers. Slaving in a tiny room on bed spaces.

You can’t really see it here but Jade Jagger was the special guest for Dolce & Gabbana’s party. I swear.

Typical English pub. What did I have there? Fish and Chips of course!

Coming back to Paris with Jonathan was quite funny because we had so many bags of our shopping, his humongous suitcases of clothes and shoes from his collection and all this while running to the Eurostar terminal trying to NOT miss the train back to Paris. Once we got to Paris, we could finally relax and enjoy ourselves and of course joined by Angie Ng! These two were my fantastic housemates for the next 2 weeks, Malaysian pride.

We wanted to see the Techno Parade but all we got was the tail end of it, a giant group of monster trucks cleaning up after the crowd. It was quite impressive how efficient they were!

A week later, I took a weekend vacation to the south west of France and it was certainly very different from Paris but in a good way.

Catching the 7:30 am train with 4.5 hours to go.

This is Orthez, hometown to Romain.

And Biarritz, the chic casino city of the south west of France.

And then we drove down to Spain! I love how we can cross borders so easily here in Europe. The moment we entered spain, all the roadsigns were different and the buildings a bit more strange too. We only did a day trip to San Sebastian but I didn’t care because all I wanted to do was attack Zara.

I know I should not be playing with my food, but still…

With my very strange tasting violet-flavoured ice cream (it was like eating sweet soap). The cold did not stop me.

And then it was time to head back to Paris…

I love my life here!

Anyway, I was back in Malaysia for a few days in August for some shoots. It was quite ironic that while I was still living there, I could barely find enough jobs to survive from month to month but after moving to Paris, clients were willing to fly me back to shoot there. Just a fluke chance I guess?

Oh hello, that’s me! Why do I look like I have really fat legs??

Syahmi and Jonathan hard at work as usual…

One of the shoots were for a new brand ULTRA which promotes eco-friendly clothes but with very edgy designs, not your run-of-the-mill hippy-hemp-tie-dye kind of fashion. It was fun because I got to work with Jonathan and Syahmi again, as they are currently the main designers for the label headed by Tengku Chanela Jamidah. I’ll post the campaign pictures with more information here once it’s released.

The main reason I was back was to shoot for a Levi’s Fit Finder event. According to the event organisers from Tongue In Chic, Levi’s wanted me to be a ‘guest photographer’ to photograph regular off-the-street girls in their new jeans where the event was being held. Sounds pretty simple but it was actually quite a challenge. Everybody was really nice and sweetto accommodate me so I hope to be able to work with them again. I got a really nice surprise when I arrived and saw this:

They make me sound like such a celebrity (super ego alert!).

Once back in Paris, it was just in time for my birthday! I really wanted to spend it here even though it was just with four friends of mine. I came up with the fantastic idea of having a small but intimate picnic celebration at a park with lots of sushi and champagne instead of the usual cheese and wine. I was so sick of that after numerous amounts of picnics (as you can also see in my post before this). The weather was gorgeous although a bit cold but I think everybody can agree that we had a great time that day. I do think that finishing so much champagne in a short period of time had something to do with that. All I remember was ending up drinking some more by The Seine and passing out after I got home but hey, it was my birthday!

In the beginning…

<3 <3 <3

So happy!

Around the same time, I was having problems with my eyes for the past few weeks. I didn’t bother seeing a doctor because I thought it was just conjunctivitis or some minor irritation that would eventually go away. One day it got so bad that I could barely open my eyes and anything with light would completely blind me. My eyes were swollen and completely bloodshot, it was really scary. I looked really scary! It hurt to see anything and I had to stay in a completely dark room just so I wouldn’t be agonising in pain. I gave in and decided to see a doctor about it and found out that I had corneal ulcers!

My eyes are healing now but my vision is still very blurry so I really hope that everything will completely heal soon. If I had let it go untreated, it could have scarred my corneas and there’s a possibility that I could go blind and require and eye transplant. Just the thought of me going blind is nerve-wrecking. Imagine a blind photographer; I don’t think I could do what Beethoven did with his music…

Just recently, I was at Aix-en-Provence in the south of France to photograph Nataliya and Bastien’s wedding. Now I know plenty of you know that I don’t do weddings but Nataliya was a model I photographed before in Singapore last year and it just so happened that I was also in France at the same time. Apparently even before finding out that I live here now, she’s wanted me to photograph her wedding from the very beginning, so talk about chance! I will write more about her wedding a little later though.

The view outside my window in Aix-en-Provence.

A little sneak preview. This shot was taken straight off the camera!

And now it’s already September! OMG where did the time go???? I promise September’s update will be much more interesting. Really!

My time in Paris was simply awesome. So good that I did not bother to update this blog, post any pictures or give a hint about what I was doing there. Now that I’m back in Kuala Lumpur and my life is not so fantastique anymore I will blog about my trip.

Arriving at the airport, it was nothing special. I felt like I arrived in the 60′s. Taking the RER and going through the suburbs of Paris to the city was also a little letdown. The facilities and trains were so old and not user friendly, I was a little disappointed. In my mind I was thinking, “This is Paris??”.

My introduction to the metro was a bit of a nightmare as well. Thank goodness Chrysan was there to help me with my suitcases. We had to carry 30 kg worth of bags up and down ridiculous flights of stairs every time we changed a station (about 4 times) and I was wearing my 5-inch platform heels! Where were the escalators? I mean come on, this is the 21st century! As Chrysan best put it, it was as if we were characters in a Super Mario video game going through all the obstacles.

Once out of the metro and into the city, it was insanely beautiful. I was transported into the 18th century with all the classical buildings. It was very early on a Saturday morning, so quiet and cold with the sun breaking though and illuminating every surface. Simply breathtaking.

And the photos shall begin…

My lovely host Chrysan <3

The view outside our apartment.

Staying all warm and cozy.

We took a walk starting from the 5th arrondissement further up from Place Monge, where there are lots of restaurants and bars. It was incredibly quaint to see all the French style settings. Totally immersion into a Parisian environment.

Cafés et bistros à Place de la Contrescarpe.

Charming Haussmann buildings all over Paris.

Crossing over to the 6th arrondissement to places of St. Germain, St. Michel and the Luxembourg Gardens, it is also where Cafe de Flore is located, the watering hole of many French intellectuals to discuss their philosophies of existentialism during the post war era. This is the classier arrondissement south of the Seine, which also means very, very expensive.

Saint Michel early in the morning.

Jardin de Luxembourg.

It was nice basking under the sun on the chairs all over the garden even though my hands were frozen to the point of being numb. It may look sunny, but don’t let that fool you! People watching is such a fun activity (especially since it’s free). Just looking at the children feeding the pigeons, old couples enjoying themselves, and tourists taking lots of photos was actually very enjoyable. After that we headed to one of Chrysan’s favourite bookstores, the famous Shakespearean company. It’s a tiny, tiny shop filled from floor to ceiling with all sorts of famous, old books. It’s a bit of a tourist attraction now especially since it was featured on many travel shows so there’s always lots of people cramped into the small space.

The famous Shakespearean company.

Obligatory portrait in the mirror!

Old photos on the walls.

Notre Dame de Paris.

The coolest vintage car I’ve seen on the streets.

Look at all that detailing!

We crossed the river over to the 4th arrondissement also known as Le Marais, the gay district of Paris. I stayed here during my last week with Catherine and her friends, also known as the Malaysian house. North of the river (right bank) is considered to be the more traditional and ‘proper’ area of Paris, whereas the south (left bank) is considered to be more bohemian.

La Seine.

Hôtel de Ville, very beautiful gothic architecture.

Boulevard de la Bastille.

Chrysan and I also went to Montmartre in the 18th, the highest point in Paris. It is the arrondissement where the film Amelie was filmed and equally as artistic and bohemian as the left bank. The whole place was full of traditional shops, buildings, very French, blah blah blah. I can go on and on. It’s a very hilly area though, so be ready to climb flights of stairs when you get there but it’s definitely worth it. Also a very popular tourist area, but probably not as touristy as the Eiffel Tower or the Lourve. Apparently Vincent van Gogh and many other famous artists lived here in their time.

I should’ve listened to mother and gotten a caricature of myself! Tee hee.

The breathtaking view from Sacré Cœur.

Being from Asia, I was shocked at how Parisians park their cars. Remember that scene in the Pink Panther (with Steve Martin) where he parks his Smart Car vertical to the other cars at the airport? I actually saw that a few times, in real life! I think their bumpers are made of rubber or something. They don’t seem to care very much about vehicles unlike in Asia where it’s usually shiny and expensive. In fact, the taxis are much more posh and in better condition than the regular cars, they use the Mercedes C class models! True life.

When I was at Champs-Élysées one night, there was a Rolls Royce parked by the side of the road and the French were so awed by it they started taking photos and peeping into the car to get a better look. I was like, “Meh” and found it so funny that the French become incredibly curious when there is a nice posh car in front of them. I mean come on, my neighbours here in KL drive Ferraris, Bentlys and Hummers! I have no car though. Sad face.

See what I mean? Colours of the French flag too!

I met up with Chris (a model friend of mine) at Champs-Élysées and went into a few expensive stores drooling at the goods facing the fact that we can probably never afford such luxuries. The one luxury we could probably afford was Laudurée’s famous macaroons where he took Chrysan and I too. At €1,20 a pop, it was definitely a luxury. Observe.

Grinning like a fool with my prize purchase. Note, empty wallet still in hand.

I wonder what’s in this pretty little box?

Et voilà! Pretty little macaroons.

Mmmm… so good!

I wish I could’ve tried more of the delicious French pastries. They’re usually so expensive (€4 for a raspberry tart, seriously??) that I wouldn’t even think about indulging in them so what I would do is go into the shop, visually feed myself and drool slightly over the colourful, glazed, and sinful delicacies then proceed to walk out with my head hung down in sadness. It’s like taking a fat kid into a candy store and saying she can only look. SIGH.

So to save money, I spent many days cooking meals for Chrysan and I. It was actually really good, was pretty proud of myself for the dishes I whipped up!

Check out this lagsagne I made from scratch! No kidding.

On to the nightlife. Phew, so far I’ve spent 3 hours writing all this crap and for what? Anyway, where was I? Nightlife? Oh yes. Unlike in Asia where most people opt to go to bars or clubs, in France the pub is the place to be whereas bars and clubs are for fancier nights or if you’re looking to drop more cash. Let me put it this way, pubs are for casual nights after work to chill with your friends over a pint, and also the cheapest option. Bars are slightly fancier where specialty cocktails may be served in a nicer, taller glass, with better music playing, better dressed crowd (in my head this would be Hôtel Costes) and probably twice the price of your neighbourhood pub. Clubs would usually have a door charge, resident DJ, dancefloor, loud pumping music, and a crowd looking for some ‘fun’.

Now that we are clear on the difference between each establishment, we shall continue.

This is how they do the Jägerbomb at Bateau Vie. Set the whole bar on fire woo-hoo!

These were the nights at the pubs where if I can recall correctly, I was having beers, gin tonics, cocktails, random unknown shots and then proceeded to scream at everybody to have tequila shots and Jägerbombs. Surprisingly I still turned out pretty fine. I remember walking with my friends moving to another pub when one closed and we were screaming “What’s up Paris!!!!!” to groups standing outside other pubs. It was promptly followed by responses of loud cheer, lots of fist pumping and peace-sign making. It was just AWESOME. Still puts a smile on my face every time I think about it.

Stumbling across the sidewalks of Paris on a cold winter’s night with all your friends hand in hand, buzzing with energy and literally screaming at each other with a goofy grin on our faces, wondering where the night will lead us to next is seriously lots of fun. That’s all I will say because my mom reads this blog too hehe.

By the way, when in Paris having a good time usually requires a good group of friends and a sufficient level of handling an alcoholic diet. Going out alone or with just one other friend usually does not cut it.

I love the lights in this one.

I’m not sure why everybody already looks so wasted when we had barely started. Say hello to the gang, (L-R) Paolo, Thomas, Chrysan, Eugenio, Florian, and Alex.

This photo pretty much sums out how we were feeling that night.

Chrysan and Paolo.

Dancing in the metro with Cedric. Yes that is a bottle of wine in his hand.

What trip would it be if there wasn’t a visit to the Eiffel Tower? I took a walk alone one night and explored the place for a whole hour. There were plenty of tourists taking photographs and all the immigrant souvenir sellers but surprisingly quiet and serene. If you ignore how touristy it is and see it through your own eyes as if you were the only person alive there, it is truly amazing.

It was nice being by myself and taking in the beautiful structure that it is. I was at a loss for words at that very moment I looked at it up close. I couldn’t believe I was there, the city of my dreams. In the still of the night it said to me, “Welcome to Paris”. This is Paris. I was in Paris.

Bienvenue à Paris.

I will be back for you soon, I promise.

Matthias is a model I photographed before when I was in Sydney. Originally from Belgium, he was in Paris over the weekend with Laurent and we met up for coffee. Being the model that he is, he insisted I brought along my camera to take photos and we found ourselves doing an impromptu photoshoot in the Tuileries which I really liked. The photos turned out really well and remains to be one of my favourite sets.

Ah, Paris is so beautiful! After that, it was my turn to get photos taken with Matthias, courtesy of Laurent. They’re kinda silly but then that says a lot about us. I like. After a while it started to look as if we were having a dance off in the middle of the park. Hmmm…

The things I have to put up with…

I rest my case.

Michael Jackson or a member of some Eurotrash boyband?

The tango, FAIL.

I actually really like this photo.

It was a great afternoon with the guys, they’re lots of fun especially when Matthias is so hyper and Laurent is the cool and collected one. We just walked around the park a bit more, stopped at this merry-go-round at the park and Matthias took some photos of me before they left to Belgium right after. I’ll see you in Antwerp next!

Don’t you think it looks like part of a Korean drama?

What am I doing in Paris? I decided to take an extended vacation and do some shoots at the same time. Problem is, I plan to do most of it outdoors on location but I don’t think the team will appreciate that very much so I’ll have to find a way around it. Lots of blankets and flasks of hot coffee?

My new years here was a bit of a bummer, I was feeling sick and fell asleep at 11 pm. So much for a crazy new years in the city of lights!

I’ve been having lots of fun with Chrysan, my roomie and she’s been dragging me out to as many places as possible. Funnily enough, I’ve not been to the Eiffel tower yet (to come, soon maybe?).

Life here is good, it’s simple, the French way of living is extremely laid back in my opinion. Besides the odd uptight Parisian, most of the people here are very nice and friendly. They approach everything with a c’est-la-vie attitude, sometimes a bit frustrating but other times a reminder to take everything with a pinch of salt.

Photos to come soon.

p.s. It snowed today and I’m trying to find every reason to stay indoors in my nice cosy room. Not good!

Joel trying to figure out a way to throw me off the balcony because I ‘complain’ too much.

A city like Bangkok gets better and better each time you experience new levels of fun, followed by remorse after. 3 weeks was definitely a lot and enough but yet it seems like it wasn’t. I had that issue even after 2.5 months in Australia. Maybe it’s just me but I can definitely see the charms of the place and sort of understand why so many people love Bangkok.

Bro’s fo’ tha ‘hoes. Word.

Let’s talk about Songkran. Now I know I mentioned that I would lock myself in my room till it was all over but I have to admit I became very curious after Emmanuel said it was hell of a street rave at Silom that I missed out. Boo. I decided that if I anticipate getting drenched and plastered, it wouldn’t be so bad being splashed on for 6 hours continuously. Oh boy.

Drenched and slathered in paste. Yuck.

This is how Leonardo works his ‘charm’ on the ladies.

We were at Khoasan (Backpackers district) this time. It was fun, for sure. My only complaint was the overuse of flour paste with a whole lot of aggression. I got mobbed a few times where a bunch of guys would rub their dirty hands all over my face just to make sure I was completely covered in paste. I had to be pulled out from that lock-hold just so I wouldn’t lose the rest of the guys in the crowd. What was up with that craziness? I had so much flour in my eyes that it was all bloodshot and I had to throw my contacts out because my eyes were completely blinded. There were more civilised people who would just rub the paste on my arms or cheek but please, stay away from the eyes and mouth! Putain.

I couldn’t open my eyes properly the next morning because my lids were stuck together as a result of the paste drying up. Advice to readers, wear goggles if you want to attempt going out during Songkran and put all your valuables in a zip-lock or sealed waterproof bag.

I also caught a cold and lost my voice after all that. A sniffing frog isn’t very sexy.

Joel, Michaël, Unknown and Emmanuel. Until now, no one recalls who Unknown was or what he was doing in the picture.

Part of Khaosan on a regular night.

I went back to Khaosan again a few days later with some friends to experience it on a regular day and do some location scouting for my upcoming shoot. Did I also mention before that the heat in Bangkok is comparable to being slow roasted in an oven?

Blue cocktails to trick us into thinking that the weather was much cooler than it really was.

My China doll.

With Leisa ‘Big Eyes’ Pearson.

The night started out innocently enough. Everybody was great company and relatively sensible. Until it was time for the infamous BUCKETS. If you’ve never heard of Thailand’s Buckets before, you have not lived. It is what it is, cheap booze served in a bucket with a multitude of straws (supposed for sharing if you’re generous enough).

These roadside make-shift bars only consist of a kiosk where they mix the drinks and patrons sit on plastic stools squashed next to as many people as possible. There are no tables so we use “chaibles“, as said by the server. The music clashes painfully with the bucket bar about 5 meters away and fat people dance over-excitedly when they really should just be sitting still. Also, Sangsom (Thai Whisky) is a nasty drink only for the really brave. You will feel really shit in the morning and I speak from experience.

The next few images will describe what the world looks like after a couple of buckets. Trippin’.

We love Redbull Vodka buckets.

Ying is very easily amused.

Leisa, Ying, Matthew, Me and Nick. Sebastian was trippin’ with this photo. Heh heh.

6 faces of the blue elephant.

We got an inflatable elephant from some other patrons, meant to annoy the hell out of each other with. Nick decided to courteously bite on the poor elephant’s head and the rest is pretty gross. I’m not too sure what happened to it after, actually.

I vaguely remember what else we were up to the rest of the night. Maybe a few more bars and this really unusual place called “Wong’s”. My best description of it would be a secret brothel or drug ring disguised as a bar in American Chinatown during the 80′s.

Then came my last night in Bangkok and the boys decided that they wanted to kill themselves during dinner at this all-you-can-eat cook-it-yourself place at Victory Monument. I think I can still feel that dinner in my stomach now, even a few days after. Maybe I should’ve suggested Basilico instead for the most amazing pizza.

Joel and Emmanuel trying to show an unusual level of affection towards Marco.

More affection. Poor Marco.

The only photo of Joel with his eyes relatively ‘open’ and I am the Asian one here. Pfft.

The best way to sum up this post and final instalment of my trip to Bangkok in 4 minutes is to watch this video. I may not have said very much about the place while I was there, but I think I’m starting to miss the place already. Probably not a good idea for me to stay there for too long because I could hardly ever get any work done there!

I can’t believe it took me almost 3 hours to write this post and yet I still have so many more posts waiting for me to finish. I am now in KL, incase you didn’t realise so anybody here please contact or write to me! Schedule is going to be very hectic, but more on that later. And now I leave you with this:

Marco giving me ‘the finger’.