I don't take personal selfies enough so singlehandedly *literally* snapping with my compact cam is quite challenging. My pictures say it all.

Selfies... Because tonight is the last night I have my mane lion-like --. Hooray for haircut tomorrow!

I once told myself that I should blog once a day. Then I failed miserably. Ok, let's try to catch up.

Before the six housewarming parties and one big wedding proposal party we have thrown over the past three months, we did have a life. All these photos are not edited at all because I can't be bothered about the nitty gritty anymore. Blergh.

First up, there was an article on SpinAsia I wrote - and the magazine is now dead. Oops.
 


Two months into settling in our new place, we flew off to Kuching in April --

Oh, that kolo mee.

 Then we hit the pool which we spent two days at:

act chio

Pullman Kuching: Boyfriend and the pool

Then dinner (same place for both nights):

Then obligatory lousy-cam selfie:

Thus ends Kuching!
Actually it was nothing much because we lazed around for three days straight. It was a true vacation.

Then, a few more housewarming dinners. We hosted so many dinners until we got professional at it.

Then, China --
First the scenic spots we went to:

That's the entrance to the washroom, btw. I have no idea why they chose to pose there. -.-

The lesson learnt here is to never stand next to Dajie for a photograph

 It was beautiful. China was REAL to me at that time and all I could think about was how people at those times used to live. Everything we learned about Chinese architecture is true.

Then came the crowds -- I think we were in 龍之夢.

That's seven storeys in a mall, and still super packed. I swear if I stayed for one more hour in that crowd I will murder someone.

Then next day, we went to a crowd-filled heritage spot. Someone kill me please.

We were there for quite some time but I no longer had the mood to take photos because I was already an angry woman standing in the crowd and being pushed around like in primary school when the last class was over. So, I was an angry, angry woman. So pissed at people coming close to me.

Anyway, we still queued around 30 minutes for some famous 小龍包 (xiaolongbao) and the best seller 蠏蟥汤包 (crab roe soup pao). The dough was okay but the soup was heaven. 

Amidst all the huru-hara, we went for beers at 老外街 (means "foreigner's street"):

Mommy was so sporting so we had to take a photo even though the lighting was appalling. We just had to.

What I missed most in China was the time we had together at Dajie's place - small but cosy. We managed to cook meals with only one pot and two plates.

 

The most important women in my life: Mommy and Dajie -- Love'em so much. Tho I was in major bitch fit in China - meh.
Well, that's all I remember of China so far other than the incredible size of vegetables in the wet market there.

So that's all the catch-up up till June. Guess if I don't write them down now I would have forgotten most of it by end July. Tho I'm pretty sure I must have forgotten some great deal of details in Kuching and most of May.

Remind me, if you will!