This is Goodbye.

Blogger blocked my access to its site on my com.... so.

http://appleslice.wordpress.com

And its goodbye here. for now.

this is waaaay overdue.

No. I didnt get robbed in Spain by mafias and forced into male prostitution thereby making national service an obselete in my future as I would have gladly hoped happened. too many things has been going on and i just didnt had the mood to update.

Spain was spectacular in every single way. The food, the culture and the people(and then some!). Spectacular actually would have been an understatement itself. Imagine disneyland, multiplied by a thousand. And that might just give u an idea.

sagrada familia church, Barcelona.

yours truely and the toledo cathedral.

Churches. they don't come the way they do as they are in Singapore. forget tinted glass and white washed walls. These towering blocks of utter magnificience that dot the many cities of Spain are so over the top in their victorian and gothic designs it is a total art piece itself. And im really not kidding.

Cathedral,Valencia.

and then girls. this ring just totally redefined the term jewellery. can u say 6 million euros?

And that is what i call a crown.

Tagus River, Toledo.

Food. The spainards love their pasta. Italians obviously made their impression with the plentitude of Pasta and Pizzas and what have you. And there I was thinking Paella was the national dish. Its really incredible. Cafes tucked away in dodgy street corners sell the most amazing Porcellini and Tagliateles. Never mind I was approached by a spaced out druggie, a hooker twice ( whom i realli suspect is a trans in a blonde wig) and the neighbourhood are filled with tatoo-ed bald spanish men who drink alot. I have to say though. The hookers are really pretty. In a PVC bustier and fishnets kind of way. Fagtabulous.

The Mom and me.

Yiling & the Sis

Thats a Pizza by the way. Who said pizza had to be round?
Blurred shot of Tortellini.

One thing I learnt about travelling in a really big country like Spain? You spend alot of your waking hours trapped in a tour bus. And when I say alot I'm talking easily 12 hours of butt aching, card playing claustrophobia . Thereby a tour package that claims " 10days Romance of Spain" is really a rip-off. 10 days my arse. 5 more likely.

Anyhow, you can only lose so much money in the bus playing dai di and listening to your ipod. The scenenary in Spain is breathe taking. Which might just be why we have ppl like picasso and da vinci famous in the art world. You don't hear no asian names because frankly, you just can't beat a country that presents u the opportunity of an oil painting with every head turn. And here are the reasons why.

look! NEW SHOES.

And thats a little arty farty shot against all these nice trees nice flowers pics.

windmills! this was taken in said claustrophobic bus on the highway to Valencia.

Me! looking gorgeous. And a backdrop of some ancient town in Sergovia.

say urban.

arty farty no.2


more later^^

adios! or whatever it is in spanish anyway.

tata its off to spain for 10 days. the land of blonde things and zara and celine at outrageously low prices.

I noe I noe.

it sucks to be you.

tata ^^

waseda shibuya seiransai 2007

because a pic says a thousand words and i got loads of them.Blur shite! but its the bestie and me ^^

jap student gone wrong.

jp babes pt 1

jap babe pt 2

jap babes pt 3. She is so pretty. ^-^

hana yori dango!~ and domiyoji's sister. <3 align="center">

She's a girl by the way. but hotness. and she acts more manly then dudes i know.

Scary shite gurl from haunted house.

This picture. DOES NOT DO HIM JUSTICE AT ALL. because he is 10 times hotter. but why am i tellin u this anway.

i look fucking idiotic. but nvm. he's cute tho.
I was pro at this. The bestie wasnt. *smug*

But we love each other anyway.

dance pt 2

and its on days like these when the fear of being mediocre hits me like a truck.

Jazz today was beautiful though.

a loooooooooong way to go.

i admit to being melodramatic most of the time so this temporary sense of sensibility might mean maturity has finally set in. which apparently is ridiculous there is no such thing as being too matured but then again, tts another post for another day.

Im 18. so tt logically means im young. even though it feels as if a lifetime has passed. someone once told me that a person lives through several lifetimes in his life, and each one is as exciting and as fufilling as the next. I get him now. even tho i swore i labelled him as pretencious starbucks coffee hook-upper no. 679 then.

there are so many things i want to accomplish in my life. even tho i honestly dun think i wld live to see another january which is all part of the morbidity that makes me ,well, me. And im so glad im not a gorgeous but useless cineleisure squatter because i actualli have aims in my life. because apparently, not everyone does. I suppose we are elitist after all.

The same way too much clothes is never a bad thing, dreams are never stupid. Be a stripper or a lounge singer or a dancer or even a horse shagger if ur so inclined that way. Rules set by society tt puts up all these boundaries of restrictions are the ones that get our dreams down. and we sld never ever let that happen.

we only live once hon. its not as if we could do this all over again.

*insert smiley here*

And then sometimes-just sometimes, you don't need good sex and shopping to feel like you just injested a shiteload of high grade cocaine.


Bryan : " relax! you are actually okay de!!"

.BEAMS.