waiting..
soongteng left already.. im updating now (after a long hiatus) because my dear friend reminded me to keep blog running so she knows whats going on in my life. reason why i haven't blogged in so long, is not because i have nothing to share. in fact, there were ALOT of things i wanted to talk/complain/rave about BUT since i have no control over who is reading this, better not to gossip and be caught. heh. =)
so hmm.. major happenings? i went to london --> barcelona --> madrid --> amsterdam --> london in june. i must say, spain is MARVELOUS for shopping! blanco, oysho, bershka, and not forgetting (of course) mango and zara.. the spanish brands are trendy, affordable and figure flattering. to give you a rough idea of what prices are like, i bought 5 pieces of clothing at zara, which amounted to 92 euros, which is less than S$200. !!! =D =D =D
we had ALOT of tapas in spain.. from wikipedia: Tapas (IPA: [ˈtapˌas]) is the name of a wide variety of appetizers in Spanish cuisine. They may be cold (such as mixed olives and cheese) or warm (such as puntillitas, which are battered, fried baby squid). i liked the idea of tapas, because im a sucker for variety, the same reason why i like buffet cos i can take abit of everything. i got sick of it after awhile though.. there's always Spanish ham, bruschetta, and lots of food swimming in a mixture of olive oil and salt. yes, the olive oil is heart healthy fats, but FATS nonetheless, and no thank you i don't want to be anymore fatter. luckily there was a girl on the trip who said she wasn't hungry on a regular basis, and was slimmer than me yet said she was fat. in the presence of COMPETITION, i had more discipline to eat less cos i din wanna look even fatter compared to her. haahahha! now you know how vain and "image conscious" i am. (she said i was image conscious- but i wasnt the one taping my eyelids..) well anyway, back to the tapas. the tapas crawl we had on one night in madrid was torturous. we had already walked the whole day instead of taking a hop on hop off bus (to save money), and to do the tapas crawl, we were to sample a few tapas at various tapas bars. imagine yourself joining the BIGWALK in the daytime, then going club hopping at night, and not being able to sit down while you eat/drink. WAA. my legs almost DIED.
we had some amazing meals though.. at rafa's (roses, near barcelona), i had one of the best seafood ive eaten, though cooked very simply in (again) olive oil and salt. churros, but not sugar coated like those we find in singapore but dipped in a warm cup of chocolate, paella.. yumyum!
besides food and shopping, the rest of the trip was mostly art museums, walking around to soak in the atmosphere and architecture.. this is getting a lil boring.. =( haha shall share some interesting stuff that happened during the trip.
1. i missed my flight from barcelona to madrid. no your eyes are not failing you. I MISSED MY FLIGHT. -.- fail. wesley and i did not take a cab initially cos wesley said it was expensive. we were in the metro station for half an hour, trying to find the right platform. finally, when we were at the platform, it was 30 minutes to our flight time and we discovered it takes 30 minutes for the train to reach the airport
BUT the next train was arriving in 10 minutes. so we rushed up (the metro is underground) to take a cab. i have to tell you we had already paid for the train tickets! now, instead of paying for the expensive cab fare, we were paying for BOTH the cab and train fare. we reached the airport 10 minutes before the flight time, only to realise after running about the airport like mad people that we were at the wrong terminal. BZZT.(sound of buzzer) now, instead of merely paying for expensive cab fare, we were paying for cab, train and extra plane ticket. sian, but no choice. 100 plus euros more, which is equivalent to 200 plus singdollar. and we had to wait for a few hours at the airport, fuming/sulking at the series of misfortune before we could board the plane. the rest of the group who had an additional 3-5 hours in barcelona cos their flight was at a later time, arrived in madrid the same time we did.
nick's first sentence to me at the madrid airport: this is called being PENNY WISE POUND FOOLISH. ahhhh yes, i needed that reminder so badly it feels like therapy.. $#@%#!#@$
oh and the next thing im gonna mention is what happened the next day, but its sort of linked with this so it's gonna come under interesting event 1. the next day..
wesley: er.. can you pay me back 20 euros? cos u had check in baggage i didnt.
me (fuming, but trying to hide my annoyance) : do you want me to pay you 30 euros since you paid 10 euros more ytd? (we din have exact change, he said he felt bad about the flight miss)
wesley: yes yes okay! -smiles-
------------------inhale, exhale.. inhale, exhale.. close eyes..---------------
oh and for your info, wesley just turned 25 today.
2. i tried the philosophers stone in amsterdam. its the 'truffle' part of the magic mushroom. it looks like mouldy little lumps of shit, tastes like laohong (spoilt) nuts with a sour aftertaste and has an odd smell that doesnt go away even after spamming gummy bears. in short, it tasted HORRIBLE. i felt nauseous after eating them, but the hallucination effect kicked in after half an hour. my mind didn't make up non existent beings (aww) and i was still in the same place, but it felt like i was seeing my surroundings through a kaleidoscope. at first, the walls looked like they were breathing, the bed started to look fluffy like a marshmallow, i felt like i was living in a 2D world, where colours were vivid and psychedelic patterns aplenty. i was part of a painting! from then i understood how artists like dali, gaudi and picasso are so creative.. must be the drugs.. i laughed easily, cried easily, felt groggy, couldn't walk straight and was giggling most of the time. quite an experience, but that's about it. the horridness of paying 16euros to swallow something that tastes as bad as it looks, plus the stoneness i felt when the effects wore of after 6 hours shall keep me away from trying it again the next time i go to amsterdam. (that is, if soft drugs are still legal in amsterdam in the future) oh and the odd thing is, smoking tobacco is not allowed, and everyone there smokes weed.
3. i don't know what to call these events collectively. series of unfortunate events? gahh. somehow as i am recalling everything, everything seems so wrong. it especially sucks that all these pervy sounding mishaps have to involve someone i liked. (or like, i havent decided on that yet) RARH. okay whatever. here goes..
(i) nick and wesley came over to the room fran and i were sharing. having just came out from the shower, i tried to clamber onto the bed where i was going to sleep later that night, but i stepped on nick's hand (nick and fran were both on the bed), tripped, and landed face down on the mattress with one hand missing his **** by a small margin. i think he moved in time, though im not sure since everything happened so quickly. thing is, i didn't notice i almost assaulted his privates until he said it in a displeased tone "you know you almost hit my ..." right after that, he said he was was tired and went back to his room first. +slaps forehead+
(ii) wesley and i didn't get to go to el bulli so we were back at the hostel in roses earlier while the rest were still dining at the best restaurant in the world. roses is a small and more backward town. the hostel we were staying for the night didn't have aircons, only standing fans. it was very warm that night, so i decided to sleep in my lingerie since my roommate fran was a girl it didn't matter. i fell asleep, and was woken up by the sound of the door opening (fran came back from elbulli with the rest). i then saw nick with fran at the door, before realising my upper body was uncovered. "SHIT!" i pulled the sheets up. they both knew what happened, but luckily i had my bra on and it was probably a split second so it wasn't that bad.
(iii) i personally think it wasn't a big deal, but then it was nick's response that makes this worth mentioning. we were taking a photo and everyone had their arms around each others back. nick was carrying a backpack as usual. he's 180+ and im not even 160cm, i couldnt have reached his shoulders and his back was blocked by the backpack. the guy was going to press the shutter button already, so i placed my hand below where the backpack was. after the photo was taken, he made a weird face. "what??" i asked him. "you put your hand on my butt!", like he was raped. WTH.
now that i have honestly shared these info, please do not mistake me for a perv. seriously. alright that's enough about the trip for now!
life's getting abit boring and im on facebook almost all the time. uni please start soon!
so hmm.. major happenings? i went to london --> barcelona --> madrid --> amsterdam --> london in june. i must say, spain is MARVELOUS for shopping! blanco, oysho, bershka, and not forgetting (of course) mango and zara.. the spanish brands are trendy, affordable and figure flattering. to give you a rough idea of what prices are like, i bought 5 pieces of clothing at zara, which amounted to 92 euros, which is less than S$200. !!! =D =D =D
we had ALOT of tapas in spain.. from wikipedia: Tapas (IPA: [ˈtapˌas]) is the name of a wide variety of appetizers in Spanish cuisine. They may be cold (such as mixed olives and cheese) or warm (such as puntillitas, which are battered, fried baby squid). i liked the idea of tapas, because im a sucker for variety, the same reason why i like buffet cos i can take abit of everything. i got sick of it after awhile though.. there's always Spanish ham, bruschetta, and lots of food swimming in a mixture of olive oil and salt. yes, the olive oil is heart healthy fats, but FATS nonetheless, and no thank you i don't want to be anymore fatter. luckily there was a girl on the trip who said she wasn't hungry on a regular basis, and was slimmer than me yet said she was fat. in the presence of COMPETITION, i had more discipline to eat less cos i din wanna look even fatter compared to her. haahahha! now you know how vain and "image conscious" i am. (she said i was image conscious- but i wasnt the one taping my eyelids..) well anyway, back to the tapas. the tapas crawl we had on one night in madrid was torturous. we had already walked the whole day instead of taking a hop on hop off bus (to save money), and to do the tapas crawl, we were to sample a few tapas at various tapas bars. imagine yourself joining the BIGWALK in the daytime, then going club hopping at night, and not being able to sit down while you eat/drink. WAA. my legs almost DIED.
we had some amazing meals though.. at rafa's (roses, near barcelona), i had one of the best seafood ive eaten, though cooked very simply in (again) olive oil and salt. churros, but not sugar coated like those we find in singapore but dipped in a warm cup of chocolate, paella.. yumyum!
besides food and shopping, the rest of the trip was mostly art museums, walking around to soak in the atmosphere and architecture.. this is getting a lil boring.. =( haha shall share some interesting stuff that happened during the trip.
1. i missed my flight from barcelona to madrid. no your eyes are not failing you. I MISSED MY FLIGHT. -.- fail. wesley and i did not take a cab initially cos wesley said it was expensive. we were in the metro station for half an hour, trying to find the right platform. finally, when we were at the platform, it was 30 minutes to our flight time and we discovered it takes 30 minutes for the train to reach the airport
BUT the next train was arriving in 10 minutes. so we rushed up (the metro is underground) to take a cab. i have to tell you we had already paid for the train tickets! now, instead of paying for the expensive cab fare, we were paying for BOTH the cab and train fare. we reached the airport 10 minutes before the flight time, only to realise after running about the airport like mad people that we were at the wrong terminal. BZZT.(sound of buzzer) now, instead of merely paying for expensive cab fare, we were paying for cab, train and extra plane ticket. sian, but no choice. 100 plus euros more, which is equivalent to 200 plus singdollar. and we had to wait for a few hours at the airport, fuming/sulking at the series of misfortune before we could board the plane. the rest of the group who had an additional 3-5 hours in barcelona cos their flight was at a later time, arrived in madrid the same time we did.
nick's first sentence to me at the madrid airport: this is called being PENNY WISE POUND FOOLISH. ahhhh yes, i needed that reminder so badly it feels like therapy.. $#@%#!#@$
oh and the next thing im gonna mention is what happened the next day, but its sort of linked with this so it's gonna come under interesting event 1. the next day..
wesley: er.. can you pay me back 20 euros? cos u had check in baggage i didnt.
me (fuming, but trying to hide my annoyance) : do you want me to pay you 30 euros since you paid 10 euros more ytd? (we din have exact change, he said he felt bad about the flight miss)
wesley: yes yes okay! -smiles-
------------------inhale, exhale.. inhale, exhale.. close eyes..---------------
oh and for your info, wesley just turned 25 today.
2. i tried the philosophers stone in amsterdam. its the 'truffle' part of the magic mushroom. it looks like mouldy little lumps of shit, tastes like laohong (spoilt) nuts with a sour aftertaste and has an odd smell that doesnt go away even after spamming gummy bears. in short, it tasted HORRIBLE. i felt nauseous after eating them, but the hallucination effect kicked in after half an hour. my mind didn't make up non existent beings (aww) and i was still in the same place, but it felt like i was seeing my surroundings through a kaleidoscope. at first, the walls looked like they were breathing, the bed started to look fluffy like a marshmallow, i felt like i was living in a 2D world, where colours were vivid and psychedelic patterns aplenty. i was part of a painting! from then i understood how artists like dali, gaudi and picasso are so creative.. must be the drugs.. i laughed easily, cried easily, felt groggy, couldn't walk straight and was giggling most of the time. quite an experience, but that's about it. the horridness of paying 16euros to swallow something that tastes as bad as it looks, plus the stoneness i felt when the effects wore of after 6 hours shall keep me away from trying it again the next time i go to amsterdam. (that is, if soft drugs are still legal in amsterdam in the future) oh and the odd thing is, smoking tobacco is not allowed, and everyone there smokes weed.
3. i don't know what to call these events collectively. series of unfortunate events? gahh. somehow as i am recalling everything, everything seems so wrong. it especially sucks that all these pervy sounding mishaps have to involve someone i liked. (or like, i havent decided on that yet) RARH. okay whatever. here goes..
(i) nick and wesley came over to the room fran and i were sharing. having just came out from the shower, i tried to clamber onto the bed where i was going to sleep later that night, but i stepped on nick's hand (nick and fran were both on the bed), tripped, and landed face down on the mattress with one hand missing his **** by a small margin. i think he moved in time, though im not sure since everything happened so quickly. thing is, i didn't notice i almost assaulted his privates until he said it in a displeased tone "you know you almost hit my ..." right after that, he said he was was tired and went back to his room first. +slaps forehead+
(ii) wesley and i didn't get to go to el bulli so we were back at the hostel in roses earlier while the rest were still dining at the best restaurant in the world. roses is a small and more backward town. the hostel we were staying for the night didn't have aircons, only standing fans. it was very warm that night, so i decided to sleep in my lingerie since my roommate fran was a girl it didn't matter. i fell asleep, and was woken up by the sound of the door opening (fran came back from elbulli with the rest). i then saw nick with fran at the door, before realising my upper body was uncovered. "SHIT!" i pulled the sheets up. they both knew what happened, but luckily i had my bra on and it was probably a split second so it wasn't that bad.
(iii) i personally think it wasn't a big deal, but then it was nick's response that makes this worth mentioning. we were taking a photo and everyone had their arms around each others back. nick was carrying a backpack as usual. he's 180+ and im not even 160cm, i couldnt have reached his shoulders and his back was blocked by the backpack. the guy was going to press the shutter button already, so i placed my hand below where the backpack was. after the photo was taken, he made a weird face. "what??" i asked him. "you put your hand on my butt!", like he was raped. WTH.
now that i have honestly shared these info, please do not mistake me for a perv. seriously. alright that's enough about the trip for now!
life's getting abit boring and im on facebook almost all the time. uni please start soon!
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