KL FRENCH FORNICATION FRENZY

So for the past several weeks, the humble spectrum of Pelangi was thoroughly and evidently ransacked, rumbled and rectified to suit the Europeanal (catch the pun) needs of 3 Frenchies. 2 of whom I had met on THIS trip 2 years ago and then again on THIS trip a year ago.

So being the giving obliging kindhearted person I was, it was my time to don the tour-guide cape and fulfill my superhuman duties of the know-it-all local sight seeing extraordinaire. I is SuperGuide - Saving the French from confusion and catastrophe. One trip at a time.

Basically, this group of blonde haired bimbs (and bimbette (yes a male bimbo is a bimbette. not a himbo. because I SAY so.) were drifting in and out of my life like the hangat hangatness of a tahi ayam. One moment they were there occupying the throne sofas of the apartment with their turtle bags and overdue laundry. And the next, they vanish with nothing but a brief note left on the room door announcing their departure.

I had the bloody shock of my life towards the end of the note.
The PC really was not working that day.
Had to carry to workshop again and flush down RM180 on a new power supply.
Argh.

But of course, that's how life is with backpacking drifters.
Forever nomads.
Never settling.

So anyway.
Photos speak a thousand paragraphs.

This was when I made my way to KLIA to welcome them with asian arms wide open.

And this was the VIP treatment showered upon their angmo faces upon arrival into Pelangi.

Sorry no flowery tropical rainbow neck garland.

Introduced them to the rainbow family of weirdos, freakos and fish.

Practiced leniency towards my things and the hands that lay on them.

Engaged in painfully intense ice-breakers as warm up.

Gave them their privacy to do whatever it is that they wanna do with/on each other when needed. (However traumatizing it was to my human eyes.)

Embraced their day to day rituals with a non-judgmental peace of mind.

Made sure they were dressed appropriately when outdoors.

Temaned them climb cave.

followed them into the deepest darkest abyss of the Aquaria tunnel of awesome fishness.

Hiked up KL Tower with them.

Became their photographer when posing with prominently tall buildings.

Let them have their way with me when verbal communication grew weary and yawnsome.

Executed the ultimate Msian deed of overwhelming their tastebuds with over-oily over-fattening local munchables.

OK so not all that were consumed were authentically local.
BUT hey. wat angmo wants angmo gets.

(Apparently Sushi costs a private island and jet over there in their homeland and its dirt cheap here. So every turn of a Jap restaurant we passed, you could literally see the sparkle in their eyes when checking out the prices.)

Showed them the results of what raw Malaysian stupidity means.

Experienced temporary power failure and spent the day in darkness.
All because responsible me forgot to pay the bills.
I know.
True Malaysian spirit indeed.
Namewee would be proud.

Tragedy also befell upon the setting of the sun of the 2nd day of the French invasion.

Came home to a frantic Danny mopping the floor in a state of shock and trauma.
Apparently the Aquarealm had been squirting water out the whole day and no one was home to stop the excessive flow of water from flooding the floor. Mattresses were the drenched victims and we were 2ndary casualties.

Ended up digging out dustfilled comforters and blowdrying mattresses for sleep.

I think the french actually found the situation amusing.

OK lets see....

What..

more sushi @ giza

Else..

karaoke

Did.

feed legs to fish @ fishspa

We...

congkak.

Do...

walkaround pelangi. oldtown.

Nope can't think of anything else worth mentioning and lamenting about.
We waved salute bon voyage to ze french on a 6am Sunday and gave them our xoxo and <3.

May fate return them to somewhere over the rainbow.

(Sigh of relief.)

prezzie from the frencheeze.
haha. geddit? hehe.
French-Cheese.

Ha. Ha. Heh.

Thankyou Adel / Helmi for spending time with us and being our pretty petite driver.
Thankyou Danny for babysitting the french during my absence / MIA times.
Thankyou Bunneigh for being so warmly welcoming to outsiders.

REAL-LIFE PHOTOSHOP

this is so darn cute.

WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS

hell hath no fury like the month of september.

been crazy shitty rushing for datelines the past few weeks and was constantly self chanting and bosanova-listening to calm the impending stressplosion within. (geddit? stress + explosion. geddit?) u know, the mantra of how reminding one's self of counting one's blessings and be thankful for the little little things in one's life. Must. Chant. Must. Smile. Must. Breathe.

I now understand the full extend of how ironic things can be sometimes.

One moment you're running through ur breeze of downloads planning what to watch and when. and the next you're face down on ur office desk at 2am cursing the mudpile of psd and mpegs u need to send out to whomever for whatever.

A month ago TheOneAcademy (helloooo figures) approached us and asked if we wanted to be guest speakers for their 360 Starlites week. Naturally, we were hesitant. i just didnt feel comfortable (or worthy) speaking to students about work that i am usually not satisfied with myself. It's weird. But being the responsible gile glamour ppl we were, we eventually agreed.

that was a month ago.

Fast forward to present day and voila - no surprise that work-swamp and proactive-procrastination hath' prevented us from touching on any sort of preparation for it. (typical). therefore. we panic and plonk together a cincai load of work and slap on our smiliest smiles to young fresh curious meat in the TOA auditorium.

amateur celebrities.

Students were an enjoyable crowd.

Managed to layan most of our syoksendiriness.

OK so that's that.

Back to work i go.

MOTHER NATURE VIOLATED

When tragedy strikes....

Do what your instincts tell u...

Snap Pictures.

The housemates return home and we are immediately greeted by the sight of fallen plant on floor.

Dirt scattered. Leaves ripped. Stems broken.
Everyone gasps and haiyoh's and OMG's.
and then instead of reaching for the spades to rescue poor pokai-ed plant, everyone instantly whips out canggified poket cameras and plays paparazzo to the horror scene in front of us.

Pfft.
Typical.

Poor plant will be scarred for life thanks to our merciless doings.
She'll never want to stand on a window ledge ever again.
Or show anyone her full bloom of boomz.
Or endure any sort of picture-taking.

i dun think photosynthesis is gonna cover up this wound anytime soon.
We have damaged her beyond stem cell regeneration.

Where is the love ppl?
Where is the love?

is this what mother nature deserves?

HAPPY RAYAR (now u can spell it backwards and still sound the same)

Another project i was involved in.

SHOWOFF TIME

Just some stuff from things I kinda recently completed.

Olden Shanghai shenanigans.

Carnival crap.

Mooncakeshop mashup

(loosely inspired by Pushing Daisies' Pie Hole.)

Italian cafe items.

Forbidden City center

Elements done for September's Chinese Newbies promo actually.

Erm.

i dun think i will be posting the finished project anytime soon.

Mainly because i dun think it justifies the design in anyway.

Let's just admire the stagnant design for what it is.

Still.

Motionless.

Unmoved and untampered.

Ah.

MASKED BLACK BLESSINGS

Sometimes i really think the unfortunate tragedies that befall us are actually blessings in disguise if we just step back, squat, lean in, bend over and tilt our heads to get a different perspective on things.

I experienced such a event 2 days ago.

Woke up. Realised PC crashed through the night.

Tried starting up.

Flickered with light for a moment before shutting down again automatically.

Problem persisted the next few 42382095842343290 rounds of tries.

Cursed. Clenched fist. Kicked stuff around room. Karate chopped cupboard.

Concluded that, once again, it was time for PC to let me down.

Decided to engage in immediate professional assistance.

Unplugged everything. Carried CPU down to Taxi uncles waiting at overhead bridge.

Got in. Dropped off at IKANO. Dragged myself up to 2nd floor.

Seeked ALL-IT's service counter.

Problem detected. Problem solved. 2 hour intermission wait.

Affordable fees of RM21 to fix CPU. No problem. Pay.

Had solo lunch in Cinelei... i mean..err.. e@Curve. (lousy name)

Carried fixed CPU down to nearby Taxi uncle.

Taxi uncle wanted to slaughter my wallet. RM15. Blah.

Crossed road with CPU in arms to seek different taxi uncle on opposite lane.

Taxi uncle told me to cross back over to taxi uncles waiting opposite road - Which was where i was at earlier. Blah.

Crossed back over.

Flagged down (miraculously) different incoming taxi uncle.

Got in. Dropped off at Rainbow.

Lifted up to 18th floor.

Stepped in room by 2.30pm.

Barely 5 minutes into Windows startup screen when rain started pouring outside.

i sigh with relief.

Blessing-in-disguise check-list:

1) PC crashing couldve happened on a friggin workday and cause me even more rushing shitcrap running around BUT didn't. Could've. BUT didnt. Chose to happen on a holiday. Which i am grateful for. More time to sort things out. Less stress.

2) Rain commenced AFTER stepping into safety zone. Which saved me a great deal of trauma and awkward CPU-running. Rain Could've drenched me (and more importantly, CPU). BUT didnt. Which i am grateful for.

3) Repair could've cost much much more. But nice service counter repair fella found loophole for spare part in the end. Only paid for service charge. (original RM30. members price RM21. Awesome.) Could've cost more. BUT didn't.

4) Could've pokai-ed whilst whisking around CPU in hand and once again lose all sense of dignity by crying in public if CPU broke into a million pieces. BUT didn't. Could've. BUT didn't.

Thank you thank you thank you God.

Random photo moment:

Pasted on the door of our office during the company free durian makan day.

Community message reminder above was supported by everyone else who did not

gorge on the free durians downstairs.

HOLIDAY MY ASS

It's not a holiday when all you do during your so-called offdays are worry about work, fret about things you need to complete, stress about datelines and bite your nails when you dont know where to get started.

Therefore you do little little things like pee alot more, checkout strangers on facebook, take extra naps, refresh twitter every 2 minutes (when twitter doesnt even need refreshing for updates) or run off to Singapore.

you know. the normal things a desperate person does to procrastinate.

Anyway. Holiday's over and shit pile hits me again tmrw.

i will cry and groan later.

but for now - randoms:

That's Burnli at his supposed surprise bday thing that

he already smelled the stench of miles away. and declared on FB about it so

we ALL knew he whiffed our fishyness.

Speaking of fish....



Yeah.

Ngong Ngong has reached the end of his lifeline.
dun ask me who did it.
(Miss Scarlet in the kitchen with a revolver!)
(it was the super garang catfish.

Someone placed Ngong Ngong with catfish and they couldnt
learn how to co-exist in the same aquarium.
There could be only 1.


Speaking of kitchen...



witnessed an egg explode in a microwave.

Was too lazy to crack open the egg to mix it in a bowl before heating it up
so i basically put the entire egg in and went on with life.

was a pretty intensely loud boom.
1st time!



Speaking of boomz...



Ran off to Singapore for a short visit to my cousin's.

That's my uncle indulging in his new found hobby.
He waves a black thingamajig and presses a button and u hear a click
and then real stuff gets captured in pictures.

Spot the green viper in the photo above.

Uncle was looking for monkey's as subjects to shoot
but due to the presence of someone from a less-fortunate downer-grade
neighbouring country, they decided THEIR presence wasnt worth it.

Sheesh.

Therefore, uncle picked the next best thing to shoot
- chopped up plants on Bukit Timah.



Speaking of plants....

That's housebunneigh indulging in her new thing too.
Nurturing furry easy-to-grow daisy seedlings on the balcony and talking to em
everyday when she gets lonely aka. when i'm not around.


speaking of lonely...

That's my company on my last day of my week-long holiday.
Was feeling like shit and decided to splurge on a microminitub of the above item.
The last time i had a taste of this was during the 1st sem of college. 5 years ago.

I remember because i couldnt taste anything different about it with Baskin Rob.
and then today i THINK i realised how wrong i was.

Because Biscuit Caramel flavour was so awesome my brows
went up all high and slanted awe-ish when the spoon went in my mouth.

I think it was just the flavour that was nice la.

I'm a sucker for anything Caramel.



OK.
so.....
work tmrw.

Urgh.