Sorry for the lack of updates

But I've been writing plenty emails to you guys. So, any unfortunate souls unfortunately forgotten who wants to be added into my mailing list, give me a buzz. You know how to get me. If you don't, then you don't deserve to be added into my mailing list do you?

Short and sweet for the sake of the forsakens:

27th May - Cry cry bye bye at the airport. Made my way to the land of smiles.
28th May - Ate like a pig in Bangkok. Ate all the asian food in the world I could think of.
29th May - No cry bye bye at the Bangkok airport. Made my way to the land of sausages and beer. (Funny the connection. A Thai asked a German if they have water in Germany, since the phrase "Germans drink beer like water.")
Thais and their poor English. :p (Don't beat me)
30th May - Munich with Alvin, my new found friend who kindly slept on the floor and gave me his bed.
31st May - Still in Munich
1st June - Munich. Nyphemburg castle.
2nd June - 2 hours from Munich at a fancy castle with name almost unspellable. If spellable, unpronouncable. Try then you smart ass. Neuschwanstein.
3rd June - Munich - Frankfurt. Met Dominic, my German friend I met from Bangkok when I was on exchange in 2004. Stayed at his very pretty house.
4th June - Played tourist. Driven around. Shiok. Played bowling with other exchange students from European Business School. Kinda odd but it was fun.
5th June - Mainz to Rome on Ryanair, budget airline. Reached at night, stayed at a hotel that cost 100 Euros per night. And it's not even that nice. Lucky I didn't have to pay.
6th June - Met Jing Zhong at Vatican City with his friends.
7th June - Ate more gelato
8th June - Pretended to be part of a Korean tour group with all the aunties and kids and just blended in with them and thus cut queue to get into the Vatican museum. The queue was at least 600m long (I am so not kidding)
9th June - 1 hour from Rome, stayed at an Italiano house and ate more mozzerella cheese and bread and pizza and pasta in my life.
P.S. Italians don't eat their pasta with spoons. They use fork and knife.
10th June - Kissed Rome goodbye, and forgot to bring my heart along.
11th June - London west end. Watched my first improvised comedy.
12th June - Attended interviews
13th June - Got hired
14th June - Took the night bus to Liverpool
15th June - Accompanied an excited boy to Anfield
16th June - Wasted 6 pounds riding the Tube around London playing tourist and snapping pictures
17th June - Said hi to William Shakespeare's grave and watched a Japanese adaptation of Titus (fantastic)
18th June - Said bye to William Shakespeare and watched a (boring) historic play in the Elizabethan (or is it Jacobean) setting with everything supposed to be of the exact replica of Shakespeare's theatre in the 16th century with the exception of spotlights (WTF) and seat cushions for rent at 1 pound each. Actors had to shout loud and in turn spit quite a bit of saliva. Ate at Chinatown. CHINATOWN!!!
19th June - First day of work, and liking it so far.

I made a A Photo a day keeps the doctor away folder. I don't really know how long more can I upkeep the folder since now I am starting to work and will no longer have time for interesting pictures, nor even bring my camera out really.

So here it is.

Have fun viewing it. And checking on it frequently to see if I updated it. Because if I update it, it means there is a high chance that I'm alive!

I know a lot of people are so jealous and wishing they are in my position. Honestly, as much as I really don't wish to gloat and be so haolian about this whole thing, and there are lots of cons which I don't want to say here (for example, a plate of wanton noodles cost S$18, no maid to wash my clothes, cook my meal, make my bed, no friends who calls me, nobody online when I am like now cos it's 7am in Singapore, no boy to make me happy and keep me safe), but I have to say this.

I AM FUCKING IN EUROPE HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE. (or will soon have the time of my life)

Come beat that.

*snigger snigger*

from today on...

I decided to indulge in being loved.

I suspect it will be a sweet sweet thing.

Con Te Partirò

Like this is it.

I'm leaving on a jetplane, don't know when I'll be back again.

Bye everyone. I miss you all already.

Pigeons and boots

Setting: Stone pavement, huge square, lots of pigeons
Characters: A girl, and a boy

G: Ready?
B: Haha, yeah
G: Hold my hand.

We run down through the pigeons, and see them fly up and away, with the mist kissing my face as I look up to the sky, closing my eyes and absorbing this splendor, then smile, with the urge to scream yeah this is great, but with absolutely no need to say a word.

Now I just need to find the boy who will hold my hand through this.

Packing

After travelling around for a bit, I'd like to think of myself as being a travel savvy person. Afterall, insofar I have not yet face any real problem of forgetting to pack some really vital things, OR, more importantly, not bringing a bag big enough to carry my conquers, and then having to lug big plastic bag of things up the plane.

Having said that though, this is by far the hardest bag to pack. To pack a year worth of wear for 4 seasons but not bring too much because I'm not going directly to London is SO difficult. What's more, I don't even know what type of job I am going to work as, so what type of clothes to bring is another problem. And these trench coats and down jackets and knit wears are like the thickest heaviest and most space consuming things on Earth. Luckily I've discovered (and developed a compulsive obsession for) vacuum bags. Now I just want to squeeze air out of everything I see.

And, being hui and being vain, I need to look fashionable. Enough.

It's a crazy task really.

For God's sake

I seriously wonder how and why it is sooooo effortless to communicate with some people, and sometimes, it takes soooooooooooo much effort just to get your point across. And that is of course after soooooooo times of misunderstanding AND explanations that didn't go through their brains.

They are not dumb, they may have good command of the language...

But But...

WHY DON'T THEY GET IT?

And it is not like I don't have enough things to fret about.

Seriously.

13 days

It's kinda scary really

A perfect Sunday morning

I want to have a lazy Sunday morning where I will bother to wake up early, sip a cuppa lazy Sunday coffee and have a lazy Sunday morning chit chat as a change to the late night pratas. The weather has to be perfect, it cannot be too hot, no glaring sun, the right company, the right spoon to stir my coffee. Not an ice cream stick, and the cup cannot be the kopitam glass one but a white clean cup. It should be in an outdoor setting, maybe Gardens, or at least have glass windows so I can look outside to see kids trotting alongside their parents in their oversize bermudas and crocs sandals. And I can take a deep breath to breathe in the morning air, wear my Sunshine Makes me Happy tee and say Good morning Sunshine.

Like my San Francisco mornings with my muffin and caffe mocha at Cafe Breco, minus the cold and rain, plus the sunshine and breeze. The stepping out of the hostel, that big dramatic stretch that readys me for a new day.

Now is that too much to ask for? Or I guess it's too ambitious.

I did a clean up on my MSN messenger. People I don't care about or don't remember are deleted. I feel squeeky clean.

Are you the last?

I used to own this set of Russian dolls my dad bought for me. I was probably 5 or 6. I remember unscrewing each of the dolls, revealing a smaller one of a different colored head-dress and costume, one by one till the smallest one. I had a particular preference for the smallest, it was red. Well it was most likely because it was so cute, so tiny and was of one solid colour because it was too small to be painted on. I even remember the smell of the dolls.

I wonder where they are now, I've forgotten all about them until today.

I like the show. Not as much as my latest crush V, but it's good fun to watch. One thing I really liked about the movie (other than the fact that there were parts of the show filmed in London and it wasn't gloomy AND/OR raining) was the symbolic reference of love like Russian dolls. The long line of girls (or guys for that matter) you have to know (or you can think literally '(un)screw') till you get to the last. And you just keep wondering is this the last? Then oops sorry here's another. Life is just like a pursue of getting to the last doll, that day where you can finally choose that one person out of the 4 billion others you want to spend the rest of your life with.

It's a silly romantic story yes, and the ending is a lil' too postcard pretty. But heck, we all love cliches don't we.

Maybe this sort of explains why I love the smallest doll most.

There was one part of the movie that was so painfully deja vu though. Like right on, you just got it! Yeah! Me too! I knew, and you went, so good bye.


By the way, I am so disappointed with the new Cathay. The Cathay they call it. I was still hoping it would retain a little bit of the old charms, but no, guess what, it is just a freaking Shopping Mall with a cineplex inside. I miss the Orange Julius outside. Now there is Cheers, and Ya Kun, and I'm almost sure that Giodano and Bossini and Hang Ten will be there too. How absolutely clinically identical like every other cinemas we have, from Tampines Mall to Jurong Point.

Thanks for the great company. I love the Ramen most though :P

My latest obsession

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Yeah yeah, V, come sweep me off my feet. NOW. I just changed my name to Evey.