Out of the blue

Lucky if I can so much as manage a single post every quarter. That's pretty pathetic. What's more, without the frequent updates that force me to put thoughts to type, I can hardly recall anything that's happened over the last two months without confusing events/people/places.

I know at some point we visited Young and Aaron in Birmingham and had an amazing time eating nonstop and getting ripped off at their local fruit and veg market (in our own excitement). Then we flew to Amsterdam the next weekend to look for Tom in his pretty little town, where we we got assaulted by bad weather and got given lots of really random directions to Vondelspark once the map stopped making sense (one canal looks very much any other). I didn't get to try any spacecakes, which was disappointing, but I think I'd take slight disappointment over Weng's glaring most days.

I also know we definitely gave Ben a rousing send off because a) I was still feeling the adverse effects of that all-nighter a week later, and b) 'Rousing' for Ben since he spent most of those 8 hours scolding Evan for dying so much. Needless to say, when dawn came, I wasn't really my sleep-deprived self and proceeded to run around the house taking photos of everything.

Cheryl came back from her Easter holiday the Monday after that weekend and showed me a slideshow she had made which featured 15 minutes of photos of Perdy, who's looking pretty good for an 84 year old, and Joel came back a week after bearing my new laptop (for which I will be eternally grateful). My new toy has fancy graphics all over the cover which makes it look like it should belong to a 16 year old MTV-addict type person, but I adore having a laptop that is entirely mobile, weighing less than a Hummer, and one that turns on without having to do the hokey-pokey and wave it all about. We fully tested its DoTA capabilities on the first night and it passed with flying colours.

There, I think that's approximately in order.

I'm still based in London, which is great, because I really need to study. I've started to have small panic attacks at the thought of my impending exam. Weng's settled into his month of college quite quickly, although he is much less fun than he used to be. Now that he's net positive, he's a lot more serious and less inclined to all night gaming sessions and other youth-related shenanigans.

We're also due to say bye to Evan this weekend, when he goes back to good old KL to figure out what he wants to do next, which really sucks.

Dinner's at Shanghai Blues tonight. You know that if it's a Chinese restaurant with an English name that doesn't read "Mr. Harry's authentic Chinese restaurant - real Peking duck!1!!" and qipao-clad waitresses that look Chinese but speak English, then it'll be horribly overpriced and have none of that good kitchen floor flavor.