Goodbye my love

this page...
a beloved dear santuary for me.
has just became too exposed.

too many unnecessary eyes.
and i am
too tired of having an online life to maintain.

i have grown up, grown out.
i just don't want to share as much as I used to,
all this information overload,
is just too much for me to upkeep.

i loved the blog for being a space for me to reflect,
our y-gen diary,
a space for me to hear my otherwise uncaptured thoughts.

but its just I have grown into a point of my life,
where I just got too much to keep than to share.

Today, I'd put this to sleep.
Goodbye my love.

Tomorrow

"one of the most important and best preserved Roman Amphitheatre" (1st Century A.D)

We're going to catch the last opera run of "Aida" in Verona.

How surreal everything suddenly seems...

Home: My sentiments.

Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

In the company of men

I shall, and will, shamelessly constantly update this list of men whom I have interestingly encountered throughout this trip. Their lines and nationalities or whatever other details:

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1. Russian Mongolian Asian at Tesco

"Have anyone told you you looked pretty tonight?"

2. British bearded guy at the bar

"What shoe size are you?...Where did you get it?...Primark, NO WAY! (yes way, primark) NO WAY! I'm heading there to get it tomorrow..."

3. Touchy Drunk long haired guy in leather jacket on dancefloor.

"Baby...you and your friend should go dance right in the middle...*gibberish*

4. Black-white-strips. glasses curly dark haired dude who owns the hat store.

You took my picture with the rubbish bags!.. (Much later, after repeatly coming back to annoy us and when Andrea was off to the loos) She is so beautiful, I have to ask her out for drinks, you would have the time, wouldn't you? (He gave us postcards in an envelop), of Old Camden Street.

5. Cute Hunky Hongkie with a beautiful mont-blanc watch

" My friend's from Singapore and we'd probably never meet again, shall we go out for drinks after the dinner? (Of which we momentarily paused after his comment because well, Singapore is a really tiny place afterall.)"

6. Two Tunisians in Jazz bar at Paris

Firaz and i-don't-remember-his-name: " May we sit with you?" (Mind you, we were sitting on the stairs). "I really liked your company.." (and proceeded to ask about clubbing the next night)

7. Frenchman in Jazz bar

"May I have a dance?" Which I complied and then couldn't wait to pry myself away from the slow dance.

8. Frenchmen in Nice

" Would you like to join us for drinks later?" (A seperate dedicated post altogether because drinks and talk was awesome!)

9. Italian cycling past me by the beach in Nice, in which he u-turned to say stop and say Hi
"Hi..... (long pause) I'm just curious. Do you speak English? (After several polite talk), Can I see your eyes? (Which I took off my shades.) Beautiful...Beautiful. (Yar, like eyeliner running all over the freaking place.)

10. Italians at the bar in Amnesia
Flocking kisses on hands and shoulders, mumbling words I couldn't bother to concentrate to listen. "Tsk tsk tsk, Mama Mia" one guy commented as I caught him staring me up-down. (Note: It was just the clothes that made me look like I got a figure). I am one who can't multi-task, so don't annoy me when I'm trying to buy my drinks. (Gave them a mean stop sign unintentionally.)

11. Random guys that came up to us to ask to take a picture.
Heh.

12. Waiters in Ibiza all hovering around Andrea
"I still can't take my eyes off you.", "Maybe we could have drinks at Pacha later?"... And alot more that I can't remember all through dinner.

13. Tall Spanish in the dance floor at Privilege
"My friend and I were just talking about you. (With hand gestures Andrea promised to draw), (Points at me) You may be small (put two hands together, palms facing one another), but your face (drew circles around his face) is perfect (Thumbs up). Muhahahhahaha.

14. Vendor outside Privilege at Ibiza
"Cold Water?" "No thanks."
"Boyfriend?" "No."
"Father of your child?" "DEFINITELY NOT" -drea

15. Random Passerby on La Rambla, Barcelona whilst walking
"Chino, Chino. I love you."

It was a bad day, and some fellow Catalonian mother-fu**** citizen stole my bag, I was mad enough to do the unthinkable: I stopped short, let him walk past me instead of being behind me, caught his eye and gave him a damn tu-lan face that said something like "I'm ready to whack you up at this very moment."

16. Philipino-looking Asian in Sex Shop at Barcelona
"Hello, you girls speak English?"
To which we gave a blank look and shook our heads reallyyyy slowly. What a place to pick up girls, yucky ass.

The best pastry I have ever eaten in my entire life.

We always seem to stumble onto things;
when we're planning things, they never fall through.
And its always when we least expect,
the most beautiful experience blossoms.

Yesterday, we stumbled onto the same street festival,
this time round, it was in the day.
And amongst beating drums and flowing beer,
I had the most orgasmic lemon meringue ever in my entire life.

I hate lemon in my pastry,
but this in particular,
was sweet, light and extremely flaky.
The meringue breaks up to little crystals in your mouth,
forming a perfect combination with the sweet lemon tinge of pastry underneath it.

The first bite was as if I went up to Heaven and died.
All sounds, people and environment dissolved as I slowly savoured the out-of-the-world taste.
Andrea was saying something I completely couldn't comprehend,
the subtlety of the perfect blend just swirling in my mouth and all over the tongue.

The passion fruit Mojito we had with it was also extremely interestingly well-made.
The other pastry on the plate; the Portuguese eggtart was a whole realm of its own too.
"Custard-y inside, light flaky crispy sides. Its so light; It doesn't feel sinful"- Andrea.

Ahhh.

My birthday at Amnesia

We got free tickets whilst lying on the beach yesterday, so we decided it was Fate that wanted us to club. Some Italian dudes came up to us, introduced themselves as supposedly "someone famous in Italy", to which I rolled my eyes behind my dark shades as I watch Andrea so sweetly stroking their ego by saying "OH REALLY!?"

So Amnesia was absolutely gorgeous. The pink band we got allowed us to zoomed past the whole kilometer in line to get right in, where we were greeted by house music and neon lights. We found an area in front of a gigantic buddha, with red hearts hanging all over the place, and gay men kissing and dancing in front of us. HEAVEN.

All through the night, with kisses on my shoulders and lips on my hand, Italians, Spanish and Romans serenaded us by shouting "Ni Hao" and clamouring our waists. Amongst those whom we wanted to flee from, I hastily stammered "I don't speak..... (that's when I realised I WAS speaking in English) English" and ran off laughing my heads off with Andrea. 

At the last hour of our night, we decided to comply to these 2 (the third one is gay) romans who had nicely asked us THRICE to dance, and of whom we had met at a restaurant the night before. 

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We were practically completely enamored by the gay one. (First from left, bottom picture) The only guy whom we remembered his name, and the one that was so totally cute, personal, gentle and soft spoken! Two straight girls all over this gay dancer!

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They sent us home, while we fretted on our way back whether they thought they were getting "lucky".

It was indeed, what a night.

Though, in the dark throbbing music, a familiar feeling so long hidden, I yet feel the longing for domesticity despite the superficial fun. As much as I try to deny, I am starting to severely miss home.

*Outdated post (because I accidentally uploaded it somewhere)

I had the most amazing experience in my life, watching cool bands I've never ever heard before in my life and singing along with the mass of people. Goldfrapp had poledancers and hippie girls flashing their white knicers, while The Flaming Lips sang about a fantasy of the crowd stripping naked in the hot summer. And jumped into the crowd with a huge bubble!

We piled up on drinks and (I) slept on the green glass next to a huge skateboarding stand. Like kiasu Singaporeans, we packed in 4 rolls of toilet paper and brought along plastic bags to sit on. The dark clouds loomed overhead for a while, as if a thunderstorm was to occur, but some magical wind blew it all away. It was seriously, an experience of a lifetime.

Read Andrea's blog for more detailed description, and her facebook album for pictures!

For now.

Here I am, turning down (okay, just one among them) hot asian guys for drinks to use a internet cafe's yucky slimy keypad to finally do some blogging!

We got asked for drinks after dinner, but we insisted desserts. Andrea diagonsed the cute guy (second from right) to be a single child, playboy, mont blanc watch wearer Hongkie. And so we got free desserts after discussing about my fetishes for naked men. (Terry Richardson Coffee Book in hand) Also see below.

I had an amazing frontal view. Haha. This is Andrea's P.O.V.

After two Soho breezers and a bottle of small vintage 2007 white wine, we got so pissed high we were singing and laughing all the way home. The route which we walked from Dean Street to Swinton's in our pretty Primark high heel shoes. A three kilometer walk ok!

We were completely knocked out and luckily, we had an very extremely singaporean catholic-high, live in sixth ave, solicitor neighbour accompanying us for the night.

"One nation under CCTV", anyway.

Black Gardenia. Lovely owner, Simon, in blue suit asked us why we were drinking in the streets and commented it was extremely un-ladylike. We were momentarily stunned at his question; thinking it was probably against the law. He then insisted we head in first before our friend comes. An amazingly quaint unbelievably tiny jazz bar with live band. I'm standing next to the musician, Phil who commented I was a "cute little thing".

We thought Guo Sun was ungentlemanly, but he bought us drinks! And me another glass, when I smashed and broke my first one.

Simon. Amazing fashion with leopard print pointed shoes.

The oh- so cute toilet at Black Gardenia!

I bravely wore my red tights to a Viktor&Rolf exhibition at the Barbican. VIKTOR&ROLF COUTURE PIECES IN FRONT OF OUR VERY EYES!

The apparently famous "begels" on Brick Lane, the road of all fashion vintage stores. Full of graffitti, stained and packed with artsy people on a rainy thursday.