In the most recent of recent news, I have successfully set the index finger of my right hand on fire – yes, you heard me right! – while trying to light a candle. Unfortunately, not only did it set ablaze and fall off, the remaining stump proceeded to deform abnormally after cheapskate attempts of regrowing it with fertilizer and now - I have a strange blackened tip of a finger in place of my once beautiful index.
But I’ll live. 
If time permits, my recent travels to Australia for the Asia-Pacific Model United Nations Conference will be WELL AND TRULY documented here, complete with glorious pictures of me dressed up as the purple Michelin man, whilst my friends donned fashionable trenchcoats in formal colours of deep blue and/or black.
But hey, the food was glorious..
McDonalds was sinful..
And golden gaytimes all around!
Reality back in Malaysia had an equally sweet taste with eight glorious slices of crepe cake courtesy of Melvin’s mother, all of which ended up in the deep dark depths of my belly where they will continue to stay, fertilize, and proceed to impregnate me with food babies the size of six month foetuses.
But hey, let’s just say I’m a very happy pregnant mother.
