Thursday, December 31, 2009

Rat within the grain


It's the last day of the Y2k decade. 10 years ago in 1999, everyone was freaking out over the Y2k bug and then it was actually nothing news-worthy. 10 years on, I'm 10 years older, hopefully wiser too and I've outgrown my school uniforms since too.

I woke up this morning, groggy in bed feeling my little brain stuffed with all the pleasant memories of this year. It's been an amazing year, honestly. Even if it was filled with countless emotional peaks & valleys, but the fact that I woke up happy & cheery was a huge indicator that I'm really blessed this year. It's not just the doing of my selective memory, honest! I have so much to give thanks for and so many things to reflect upon.

Most importantly, I want to thank the people for being in my life - the faraway dweeb, the awesome girlfriends, the fabulous friends, my favourite uni mates, other mates from other (faraway & near) places & times, even strangers who are my friends on FB, last & not least my annoying family. Thanks for tolerating all my nonsense, my whinings & occasional mood swings all this while. I don't want to take your friendship and company for granted, so believe me when i say this from the bottom of my heart that you are truly well appreciated.

So in the new year, I wish everybody success in your future endeavours. I can only hope that the new year is going to be even more bombastic than the previous one. Here's a toast to all of us and to spastic vocabulary! NYE is definitely gonna be BOOMZ. ;) And may your new year be Supa Shingzzz!

I only wanted to be wonderful and wonderful is true.
In truth I only really wanted to be wanted by you.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Jingle Bells

Rah & I at The Shack, Tanjong Beach
Merry Christmas to everyone - here & far away!

Christmas day is over and I'm still bleary-eyed from not having enough sleep last night.

Christmas was alright I suppose, it's not as if I had any grand expectations from it. My family and friends do not celebrate Christmas religiously, it's only an excuse for my friends to eat more, drink more & be merry. On a side note, I just got a late reminder for myself - It's very annoying to host a party when you're staying with your family, all that guilt involved when the house gets messy and then trashed eventually. So I will avoid that for a while from now on. Oh crap, in fact school is starting in a week's time.

December has been eventful? Mostly having fun & catching up with friends in between working. Haven't been good on the TEFL & Japanese assignments. Oh what in the world are driving lessons? No clue at all. Urgh, the idea of heading back to school is rather daunting. Lots of pressure to do unbelievably well to boost my pathetic GPA and still find time to learn more Japanese, and enjoy the last undergrad semester of my life! Oh i will miss being a student dearly, not because i love smu to death, but because I appreciate the flexible timetable I have as a uni student. I would love to be an English uni student again. They have the BEST uni life. haha.


Oh well... December is a month which brings back way too many memories. All that snowfall weather warnings and gorgeous winter wonderland photos only add to my sense of longing! It's just so hard when I want to be there so badly but I'm not. Sometimes I still wonder about the what-ifs and would-haves in the last couple of weeks, if i had not cancelled my air ticket. At least I have a Christmas card, a CD & a Heroes V of the might & magic (Gold edition) from J - haha he's such an ADORABLE dweeb. Thank you. x

Monday, November 23, 2009

watch the sun burn down into cinders

1 down. 1 more to go.

Anyway, if you've noticed, I've changed my blogskin and it has given me back the archives! Which I read with much interest - out of pure curiosity and nostalgia. It feels strange and voyeuristic at the same time - can you actually do that to yourself? I felt like a naughty little sister peeking into my older sister's diary while she's in the shower. Well well... I suppose I'm glad that I'm older. On hindsight, every problem faced then seemed small and laughable, every pretty picture evokes overly-rosy memories.

Reading my entries from last fall brought back so many lovely memories, but somehow it saddens me a lot to know that I have to let go and bury it underground and stick a gravestone which says R.I.P. Like what some friends say, it's over and it's merely a phase of life. True... and I can't cling onto to such an idyllic lifestyle for forever. Suddenly life seems so cruel, to let you have a taste of the good life and then strip you entirely of it. And now I sound way too melodramatic about life.

But now I'm stuck with the uneviable age-old question of what is the meaning of life? Is it just about fufiling expectations? Not rocking the boat? Enter and leave the world quietly? Or leave a mark somewhere, somehow? Imprint your name in the history books? Is it for the greater good? For the advancement of mankind? So I don't know, and hopefully someone can enlighten me. While we are all figuring things out, I just want to be happy in all the little small ways which I can. I was just telling wh that I'm easy to please - I only want to spend time with the people I love. It just pains me to know that I can't do that with j as he's so far away. At least I have my friends here, but somehow there's still a vacuum which lots of fun, alcohol and parties still can't fill. I miss him.

Friday, November 20, 2009

stop


want to stop hurting
want to stop crying
want to stop sinking
want to stop dreaming

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Refund

People I love
Pubs
Beer
Parties
London Museums
Countryside
Primark
ASOS.com
Cornish Pasty
Sunday Roast
Yorkshire Pudding
Cream tea
Winter fashion
Wellington boots

NEW: My ticket has been cancelled on 18Nov.
So sorry girls - hope to see you all soon! x

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

x

He said he doesn't believe in fate
But he'll leave her to chance
He long confessed that he's hot & cold
Just so he won't break her heart.

She's disillusioned
Trapped in her crystal ball of sepia memories
She has no great expectations
But is she losing faith?

He talked about tangible things like matter
He said they're not solid now
Did he mean liquid or gas?
She hopes distance apart over time apart isn't the speed they'll fall out of love.

She says, well Darling
I hope that you're warm and happy tonight
I miss you and I need you
But maybe you've found someone else to hold tight
So all I can say now is goodnight.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Shock me like an electric eel


I think the monsoon season has arrived, it's been pouring on a daily basis now and I DON'T have my wellies! Darn. This is further dampened by School, as it's becoming more like a bore and chore now. I hope December beholds something bold & bright to cheer up my holidays.

In fact, the extent to which I am affected by the thunderstorms is ridiculous! Last saturday (31 Oct), the lightning struck my house multiple times at 7+pm, plunging my entire house into pitch black darkness. (My house's electricity trips to protect the electrical appliances when lightning strikes.) We discovered that there is an apparent lack of torches, and there weren't enough to go around. So my mom, brother & I were at the kitchen table, trying to light some candles. It was funny as we didn't even have proper candles to do so as my mom had refused to let us light candles at home since we were young. So I took a candle upstairs to my room and i could only stare at it forlornly, when i should be doing my work before heading out. It's a stark reminder of just how much we are dependent on electricity, even when we don't think that we are tech-addicts. Thereafter, we had dinner by faint, flickering candle light.

I was so grateful when the flashing lightning and rolling thunder subsided after dinner. I was getting dressed to head out when my bathroom light blew. FML.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Requiescat in pace


My great grand dad's funeral was dramatic, at least to me. Emotions were high and although he was almost like a stranger to me, i was more or less infected by the grieving relatives when his coffin went into furnace to be cremated. In that small "viewing room", we watched the coffin roll in and then retreat into its fiery destination, all while kneeling and muttering/saying/shouting/screaming for him to "return home" - to go to heaven I guess. I hope he rests in peace. I feel extremely guilty on my part though, as i didn't take part in the final rites today due to parental disagreement.

That's the ironic part. I can't believe how ridiculous my parents are. My dad has immense emotional baggage from his difficult adolescence, mainly due to poverty and hardship - due to that, he has become the person he is today: narcissistic, stubborn, narrow-minded, and completely entrenched in his own views. My mother has much less emotional baggage, but i thought she shouldn't have behaved the way she did.

So anyway, the bomb started ticking once we left the house this morning, when my dad asked if we going to send GreatGrandDad (GGD) "up the hill" to the crematorium. From my memory & loosely translated, this is what that followed.

Mom: Yes, of course, definitely!
Dad: What? Why do I need to? Nah... I don't think I will.

Mom: (Agitated) Why? What's wrong with doing that? He's an elder and that's what we ought to do!

Dad: (Disapprovingly) No... let me tell you that you all are Hakka and I'm a Hokkien. We do things differently, so I won't do such a thing. Besides all Hakkas are only good to their own kin or insiders and they treat all outsiders badly. Always!

Mom: What's the matter with you? They are my relatives and they didn't even do business with you, why are you so against the Hakkas? If you hated them so much - why did you even marry me in the first place???!!!

Dad: (Very mad by now) Oh fine, say whatever you want. I wasn't talking about you, but yeah ok whatever...
(awkward silence)

My brothers and I were seated at the back, and just had our own private conversation after that. I can't believe that just because my maternal side are Hakkas and my paternal side are Hokkiens, such a disagreement can occur. I think it's entirely due to my dad's isolated perspective. So once we arrived, there was a rush as the rites were just about to begin and I was trying to get sorted out to join in, then my mom just ignored us and told us that we shouldn't join because DAD didn't want us to do it too. So we were left standing around like idiots, looking like the world's most unfilial great grand children on the face of this earth. I was pretty sure our dad didn't object to us wearing the "siao" and taking part in the rites, but my mom just did it my dad's way in order to sustain her anger to spite my dad, by showing displeasure and still be obedient. I would have just done whatever I want, if i was in her shoes.

So - what was meant to be about sending my GGD on his last journey to heaven, became a family dispute about funeral customs & more undercurrent unhappiness. I'm just surprised that although my parents have more than 30 years of marriage in between them, they still are unable to accept their differences. Seems to me that their way of coping, isn't to "work things out", but merely just ignore or tolerate, whichever is more suitable, and then move on after a cooling off period. Moral of the story: Don't marry someone like my dad. He's not a bad man, in fact, he treats us really well, but he just doesn't get it. It's either his way or the high way. :(

And I still feel bad about the rites bit. I hope GDD will rest in peace now. May He bless his huge surviving clan with peace, harmony, good health and prosperity. Home sweet home- where ever you may be going... Your loved ones will miss you, and you will live forever in our loving memory.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

send me to london!


I'm sitting, waiting, wishing. PLEASE??? Pretty pleaseee!!!

Sarah was giving me some tips about winning contests, apparently you should aim to be in the middle of the box. Hahaha, it's a probability game isn't it? Also, my brother has been buying Toto tickets regularly and he claims that it's his way of helping me get my air ticket to England. Hahaha. So much charity from my older brother!!! Not. Not that I'm going to win this - but I'm going to try. Apparently my so-called determination has resulted in Sarah wong saying - AIYAH I LET YOU WIN! YOU'RE DAMN HARD CORE! hahaha. I love my mates. I was just chatting with dixi about excited I am about sarah becoming my neighbour next year!!! We can do all the granny-ish activities like go for swims, post-dinner walks, sunday morning jogs, yoga classes at the CC together!!! HAHAHA. Well, not forgetting the alcohol sessions at the nearby gastrobar at the firestation, railway mall, bojangles & supper at cheong chin nam road! :)


I miss autumn and winter massively too. Could you just give me a good reason to wear my lovely leather boots & bomber jackets? The Fall/Winter 2009 collection is amazing!

Monday, October 12, 2009

sick

You know that life is in the pits when your blu-tack isn't sticky; when the postal service which you depend on fornightly is on strike until Christmas; when your new tagboard is raped by spams of ads; when you are down with this strange affliction called acute viral parotitis which gives you a painful swollen part in between your jaw & your neck; when you feel like shiiiiaat & still have to create "interesting grammar exercises" as one of your many assignments; when your doctor tells you about the virtues of being absolutely skinny for enhanced longevity; when you just feel like some comforting carrot & coriander soup but no one hears you.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Hip Hoppity Hop


Once again, i have a new-found fascination of "Jiang Shi" aka chinese hopping zombies/vampires, usually seen in Qing dynasty official wear. I watched "Mr Vampire", an old school HK film yesterday with my brother and it's my inspiration for Halloween 2009. But it's wayyyyy too difficult to do. Sorry, i'm simply too lazy. Maybe Sally should do it instead. :D

Thursday, October 01, 2009

The Chaos

Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.

Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it's written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.

Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.

Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation's OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.

Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.

Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.

Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.

Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.

Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.

Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.

Pronunciation -- think of Psyche!
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won't it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It's a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.

Finally, which rhymes with enough–
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give it up!!!

— Charivarius Gerald Nolst Trenite (1870-1946)

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Journeys of Inspiration


When you read about certain fortunate mortals who are perpetually winning big-ticket contests, you will almost always feel a sense of disbelief swarming your head. Maybe it's especially heart-felt for me, as I have hardly ever won anything. I guess (bad) luck has something to do with it. AND i never bothered to put in enough effort to make my entry count. So PLEASE let me win something, so that I have faith in LUCK again. Maybe someone like me winning should prove (to my skeptical mom & I) that not all contests/competitions are merely publicity scams!

So voila, i present to you - WEGO! http://www.wego.com/contests/inspiration2009/index.html For all Europe-philes who can't wait to go back to our dearly missed friends. :)

And if i win, i'll have to take rah rah with me. We know why. Do you?

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Au Revoir Shoshanna

The Italian poster.
I swear it's the best movie of the year.
Quentin Tarantino & his league of actors kicked some cinematography-ass again.
FYI, Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz was my favourite Basterd.
Brilliant. Bravo! Wunderbar!

P.S. As much as WW2 survivors hate the Nazis, I do miss the lovely historic city of Munich & the Bavarian hospitality. Oktoberfest! I really want a bavarian pork knuckle, lots of sauerkraut, grilled bratwursts, fresh pretzels, a glass of riesling and copious mugs of bier. Pretty please?

Monday, September 21, 2009

Do you really want to live forever young?

I'm actually getting some sense of purpose through the project work which we have been slogging for, this entire weekend. My social life must be have hit a new low for me to feel that way! What to do if your favourite people are either absent/away(overseas), or busy with school/work, or broke without any money. :(

Anyhow, I found new enjoyable friendships with these people whom I've been working with - it's nice to meet new people who share mutual sentiments about the less-than-iridescent future. It appears that a lot of us have become so disillusioned with the accounting profession that nobody actually wants to do it whole-heartedly. Everyone is just doing to plunge headfirst into the industry with a resigned attitude. Knowing that actually provides some sense of comfort knowing that you're not the only one who's struggling to come to terms with what you think is best for you and what everyone else is dancing to the tune to. The unknowns of uncharted territory frightens us yet we doubt the meaning of what we're supposedly meant to do.

There's nothing wrong with accounting, I just find it extremely soul-less. Getting anything balanced-out on financial statements doesn't give me any sense of achievement, I'm merely extremely relieved as it implies that you will probably need to do less work if the debit credit balance balances. Every time our singlish-spewing-Prof says that we need to know all this, this & that accounting theories because we will be the future accountants sitting on the standard-setting board, I'd feel mildly sorry for him as I know that I definitely won't, like many of my school mates.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

One

Dearest J

Given the ever-reliable timely Royal Mail strike, I guess my mail won't ever reach its destination. So here's the long story cut short.

Tomorrow will mean it has been a year and the irony is that we had only spent about 6 months in total on the same continent and probably only half of that in the same country. It's been one hell of a ride. As much as I hate the long stretches of time apart, the lonely times when I feel insecure & unloved, the frustrating periods when I'm overwhelmed by self-pity- I cherish; adore; hold dear and miss the blissful moments we've spent together.

So here's thank you for the good times & I'm looking forward to more. :)

Love,
wan
x

P.s. I'm sure the zoom will be pretty good for looking at mountain summits,
without actually having to get there. :D

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Spin me faster like a kaleidoscope

I got an enthusiastic "GUAPA!" greeting on MSN from Tania last night & it made me so happy. Within a split-second, I was transported back into my dingy room in Hazelfarm back in Guildford and Tania was probably going to tell me of some fun-filled plans to hang out afterwards. Unfortunately, reality bites and obviously I could only wish for that to happen. But it does feel like i'm missing exchange alot now, as it was exactly one year ago that I was trying to settle in UniS. It might be brought on by all the talk about their impending exchange programmes by other schoolmates and some friends who are heading back soon to start uni this fall semester.

I wished i was back there, living on my own, only answerable to myself. My worries consisted of planning my travels, catching the connecting trains and flights on time and making sure that I still had enough money to last the rest of the year. I guess it was one of the many ways to escape reality - leaving the stressful and monotonous rat race in Singapore to wilfully devote time & resources to fulfilling all your whims & fancies in an exotic environment. Yet on the other hand, it might seem overwhelmingly glamourous with the jet-setting around via ryanair, the journey's often peppered with travel fatigue, unmet overhyped-expectations and a sorry budget-mindful penny-counting existence.

Hmm... in contrast, now i'm merely uni-fatigued, have zero expectations about my school term, and still carefully penny counting. Havn't my situation been improved by leap & bounds? Haha. At times like this i do think that I'm such a spiteful and greedy child. I ought to be given a newspaper column to write about my daily complaints - I will be rich - as a professional complaint generator. Have I mentioned how annoying the neighbouring construction site has been???!!! They have been drilling or piling 87236734908341 tonnes of stuff into the the ground and my house feels like being on the epicentre of a non-stop-4days-long earthquake. ^%$#%%&*^@#$%^&*!!!

Feel free to try out this awesome complaint generator!

or to the English! :D

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Harvest


Plans for a whirlwind trip for Istanbul has been properly dashed due to limited resources and grand travel plans for next year. Oh well! At least, I'm really looking forward to graduation - at least that's when my long-suffering academic responsibilities will end for now and I'll be able to dedicate 3 months to travelling around the region. It's a real pity that there is absolutely nothing to look forward to at the end of the year. The Christmas holidays are almost meaningless to me, I do think that it's extremely over-rated in terms of its related excessives and I'm really sick and tired of December human & traffic chaos. Besides, Santa didn't reply my letter when i sent him a letter when I was ten. I was quite sure that I was a really good girl then - so WHY DIDN'T HE REPLY???!!! I wasn't asking for a truckload of expensive presents, I'm sure. So yes... I don't like Christmas. It makes me feel lonely despite being surrounded and suffocated by more than 4 million occupants on this tropical island.

Moving on... School is alright - in fact, it's probably the most enjoyable, no i take that back - the most tolerable term. Maybe because intensive accounting calculations are not emphasized this term, and theory-based accounting modules bear some kind of semblance to my beloved humanities subjects (if you use a generous scale for comparison). The highlight of the term has to be Intelligent Organisations - being in a class with all my favourite people in school, plus an eccentric prof who talks more about his life journey than anything else. He reminds me of the granddad I've never had. haha.

Anyway, it's September already, and I've begun missing the pleasant Autumn season in Europe. I remember being awfully cold in Guildford when I first arrived, specifically those desolate waits for the bloody bus at one of the uni campus' bus stops. I'd shiver everytime the wind lashed across my face and mercilessly gushed into every unoccupied volume in between my layers of clothing too. My nose would start running & I'll curse & swear about my lousy predicament inwardly. On top of that, it was wet all the time and I got miserable simply from looking out the window every morning. Whereas autumn in Munich was exceptionally lovely - it was blooming orange, red and gold everywhere. The colours were so striking, especially so after I got used to seeing the greenest green I have ever seen in my life, in contrast to marble grey skies in England. I've grown to appreciate the English fall eventually, you'd do better with a good pair of wellies, if not - enjoy it when it's sunny. Haha.

I know, I know. Everyone loves summer, but autumn has its own unique charms too.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

paper heart

I read his email gazillion times but instead of improved comprehension, i just feel overwhelmed and confused. If you have a dictionary of emotive words, then my mind is now a giant mixing bowl filled with all of those words.

Please just hold me & tell me that everything is going to be alright.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Bye bye, Blackbird


After seeing numerous films with J over the summer, I saw one again in the theatres with HT, complete with freshly-made popcorn. I do recommend watching Public Enemies. Johnny Depp, guns & shoot outs, crimes, especially of smooth &/or dramatic bank robberies, run-ins with the cops & the frantic escape scenes, all set in America during the great depression. Which part do you not like? Watch it to find out.

Suggested pick-up line plus quick self-introduction for all you dweebs & goofballs---
Johnny: I was raised on a farm in Morrisville, Indiana. My mama ran out on us when I was three, my daddy beat the hell out of me cause he didn't know no better way to raise me. I like baseball, movies, good clothes, whiskey, fast cars... and you. What else you need to know?

In addition, the soundtrack is awesome. It is partly blues and jazz, which fittingly captured the essence of the 1930s. The movie opened with Otis Taylor’s memorable cover of “Ten Million Slaves” and used parts of it throughout the film. Also, Dianna Krall did a classic jazz cover of "Bye, bye blackbird" which was the soundtrack to Johnny & Billie's first dance. Its cinematic significance was realised especially poignantly when Johnny ultimately suffers a tragic end, in the hands of the FBI.

Definitely a good intense 140minutes spent at the big screen, trying not to freeze under the aircon vent and keeping my pee in at the same time. :)

***

Anyhow, rah was just chatting with me about us being "bad & mean" singaporeans who would rather live overseas, if given the chance. I really don't believe that THAT made us awful singaporeans, but you can say otherwise. In my own defence, I simply think that my relationship with Singapore works by the principle of "less is more". Which translates into "absence makes the heart grow fonder". I like my hometown much more when I'm far away, when I'm not in the usual comfort zone with your usual support groups, experiencing all the foreign inconveniences, being a minority & the lack of your usual everything. Whereas when I'm back, I'm simply too bogged down by all the minute flaws which i experience & see every day. I quickly lose my new-found appreciation of Singapore & only get caught up in its imperfections. Therefore, isn't it a better idea to stay far away & visit here regularly so i see my home through rose-tinted glasses. Wouldn't that be perfecto?

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

travel far travel light

Fistral Beach, Newquay

Great Western Beach Harbour, Newquay

Im home again, (home as in Singapore home now) after another 11days spent in Scandinavia. It was a busy trip - copenhagen - stockholm - tallin - helsinki. We stayed home for a day and then drove off to Newquay in Cornwall to surf. yeah, I'm rather hopeless actually. But i guess the 5 hour drive by J was well worth it - that poor boy was knackered!

The man in the window at sunset

J at his most natural shot during dinner

Sunrise at Great Western Beach.
Can't believe J woke up at 5am to take gazillion photos of it.

Beautiful weather, nice B&B with lovely people & good sea views, plus a deliciously oily & meaty & salty full english fry up. :) Just the right nosh for hungry surfers. My first attempt at surfing is much less glamourous than i thought it would be. Got a couple of bruises & scratches on my face from getting hit by surfboards & going underwater. :( Plus the fact that it was freezing cold & the saltwater, together with the potent combination of dripping sunscreen just created mayhem in my eyes & i could barely see once i go under. Haha. Before all that, I had to struggle into this wet, sandy wetsuit which was absolutely skin-tight. That had already worked off all my energies before i even picked up my surfboard. -_- Haha. So that was surfing in a nutshell. We headed for a pint after that usually, had dinner soon after & ironically had quiet nights in Newquay party central. No one's complaining though. I'm happy to behave like other pensioners when im exhausted.

Christianhavn, Copenhagen

Helsingor cannons & beach

Danger Mouseeee tee

Before that - Denmark was probably my favourite country out of the 4 we've visited. Although everything was obscenely expensive, the people were extremely nice, including our host at Rosa B&B - he looked so enthusiastic with his sparkly cat-like eyes. I still remember the luscious breakfast we woke up to every morning. Christiania is so damned cool, i want to be danish as well. haha, it's so anti-establishment but welcoming towards tourists at the same time. (too bad, no pics available - they did not allow photos.) Well, i like the fact that the country and capital is quiet and green almost everywhere and the coastline is just the best place to live at, if you don't mind the cold. They make the best hotdogs too!

Somewhere along the northern part of Denmark, along the coast.

The view from across Gamla Stan, Stockholm

Stockholm, Sweden was a funky place, definitely livelier than Copenhagen, but also with more tourists. We didn't travel out of the capital much as there were more things to do & explore within its boundaries. I admire the beautiful achipelago & also wished that I was able to enjoy such a luxurious waterfront lifestyle too. The swedes looked so much at ease driving their boat around the waters, with their blonde hair flying out behind them in the wind, it's such a classic sight - reminds me of Teddy boys. We had some mishaps there, with regards to this supposedly world-reknowed jazz club, which was never open! So we just ended up at at nearby pub drinking swedish lager. We also spent much of our time in museums - such as the vasamuseet, the music museum, the open-air museum (which j thinks is a farce for a bad zoo). We soon got tired of museums after all that information overload about the stone, bronze & iron age in the past 8 days.

Sodermalm? Stockholm

A scene out of medieval era woods in the open air museum

Absolut Vodka Ice Bar in Stockholm

Music Museum!

Sunset on the Baltic sea at 9pm

We took the metro to the port to take our overnight cruise to Tallin, and I am so glad that our room looks lovely! Just 4 doors away from the suites! That's well posh. Haha, well onboard entertainment was typically cheesy - bad pub singers, swedish & classic pop songs in the lounge. Therefore, we spent more time on the decks, taking pictures of the sunset. We had a nice dinner- how can i forget that overly rich stuffed pasta with lobster, drowned in some kind of cheese-cream sauce. :S We then spent most of the evening making conversation in our cabin - we were absolutely too stuffed to do anything else.

Pretentious poses by the both of us

The next morning, we were chased out of our cabin as we arrived in Tallin. We made arrangements for our ferry to Helsinki and then walked to our brisk, no-nonsense hotel at the railway station. It was raining lightly when we were wandering into the Old Town in search of lunch. We had no choice but to stop at BEER HOUSE. No other place would have been able to snatch our attention away from this place. The waiter was extremely comic - he stabbed his finger as us "BEER?" "LARGE?" So both of us confused people just nodded subserviently and was pleasantly shocked when we were given 1 litre mugs of beer. FYI, that's actually our breakfast! uh oh. We had crispy fried pig ears as starters, along with this awesom-est fish soup. Then we shared a roast wild boar for a main. It was a torture to finish all that - which is why i committed a cardinal sin - to leave my beer & walk away from it. :( So we continued our walk around town and visited some shops & another museum about tallin's history. It's a quaint & quiet little museum - the one u know that the display hasn't been changed for the last 30 years. I liked it a lot. Soon, dusk fell and we headed to Hell-Hunt - The best and first pub in tallin. Spent the night there before retiring home.

Vannallin (tallin town) - some look out point on a tower

1 litre of estonian beer at beer house

We checked out, joined the free tour headed by this hyper teenage blonde estonian girl with something like an american accent. It was informative, though her sense of humour wasn't well appreciated. One thing extremely clear from the 3 hours was that the estonians have not forgotten the harsh soviet rule - still a touchy subject among them. Such deep is their hatred, they actually perceived the Nazis as their liberators from USSR. This explains why she said the world should punish Stalin just as much as Hitler. Some old man got angry when she said that, but it was phrased more vaguely. He left soon after. Well well - everyone still carries some sort of historical baggage with them. The occupation museum which i visisted carried a wealth of historical information about both their german and soviet occupation- good to visit if youre a nerd like me.

The cathedral in Helsinki

Lake at Nuuskio National Reserve

Finally, ferry to Helsinki was uneventful. Got ourselves to Kampi town centre, checked into our rooms & crashed for the night although we were planning to join the queue into a club. Slept in late again on monday, went to look for lunch & had mexicana nosh for brunch. Beer again! for breakfast. Then we headed to Espoo national reserve, it was pretty alright, but j said it looks just like new forest in sussex. Not such a bad thing except that we waited an hour for the bus to take us back to the train station. Slept in again on tuesday morning - woke up to realise that we only had time to catch the flight, which we eventually did. home sweet home, until newquay.

Mirror mirror

The old man pub which smelt of sweat near our hotel

So now that I'm home, in my trashed up room which I have no motivation to clean up, I seem to have nothing to do, although I do actually have some things which i need to do as required by the school. grah. Thankfully, its the final year of uni, i wouldn't be able to stand anymore of this nonsense. Anyway, I feel really strange at the moment, like there's no aim in life. I'm just trying to pass time until I head out at night to meet the girls. I miss J. :(

J in the hole

Friday, July 24, 2009

¡Hola! ¿Cómo estás?

Dusk at Brighton train station

So sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy as you can tell. It's been a month since I've last written anything. In between the travelling, I've gone to Glastonbury Festival 2009, spent a couple of days to recover from all the madness of it, popped into the historic city of Bath for a day trip, met Sweeny & her boy for lunch, visited lovely Brighton on the Sunday following that, made the ardous journey to Bicester Village to snap up some bargains, then caught Derren Brown in London on a sultry wednesday evening, climbed out of Tapers' (J's mate) backyard as we were locked in on Thursday morning, then watched Transformers 2 at the IMAX theatre. Haha. We had a night out in Clapham on Saturday and i got really drunk, so plans for Thorpe Park had to be kept on hold. We went for a leisurely sunday brunch instead and made Chicken rice for J's family in the evening to make up for his mom's foiled plans to have an elaborate roast beef dinner. It's nice knowing that they liked it.

My trusty Glastonbury buddy

So yes Spain. A lot of anticipation and apprehension before I left as everything was still half-planned when i took my flight to madrid. Fortunately everything worked out in the end, I've got my friends to thank for helping me out. I must gush about the warm, generosity, kindness and hospitality of my spanish hosts, as well as random strangers who tried to help me despite the language barrier.

Let me attempt to narrate succinctly. I first flew into Madrid, spent the day alone roaming the streets. I mostly went window shopping until i went into the park to people watch and to get a respite from the mediterean heat. Next i took the overnight bus to Mojacar- i was exhausted by morning and so relieved to see Marta & her dad waiting for me at the bus stop. It was a pity Marta didn't have her friends at Mojacar, as we would have been able to do more things such as going out for drinks and parties. Instead we had a routine with her parents - wake up at 12, have a snack, go to the beach & sunbath til 2.40pm, head back and have lunch at 3pm. Shower and head out to the nearby villages or pubs to explore or chill out. Then dinner time at 10pm. Post dinner activity means watching the TV and we would head to bed at about 12midnight.

Egyptian Temple of Debod in Madrid

Mojacar Playa(beach)

Typical streets in the white-washed village of Mojacar

After that comfortable routine, i took the long & winding bus to Valencia. Arrived at 4am, waited til 8.30am for Vicente to show up. Thank goodness he did & we went around town to indulge myself in the sights & sounds of Valencia. I think i need more time there as it was much prettier than i imagined it to be. Best time to go would be for the Falles fiesta. Mental note taken.

Ciutat de les Arts i les Ciències in Valencia

Rushed to the airport via metro, took the plane to Palma de Mallorca to meet Marianna. I was very glad to have some lunch and to be able to sink into a bed after a long night. After my siesta, we got up & got dressed to go out. We had a lovely dinner of Pamboli, washed down with san miguel beer and met her friends for post-dinner drinks at a homely bar. They were good fun, but did not accompany us to the clubs. I had a clubbing culture shock there as I wasn't used to the crowds of middle-aged people gyrating, trying to get laid. I'm not sure if it's typical of spanish clubbing culture. Well trying to score with someone just for a night, is probably most young people's aim when they go clubbing, but I guess I'm freaked out when they are middle-aged. Haha. Imagine men shaking their hips and framing their groin area in tight jeans! ahhhhh. Not my style. I didn't have a chance to experience nightlife elsewhere, so I'm not going to write it off. I'm sure it was unique to that strip of clubs and bars in Palma.

The cathedral in Palma

Marianna - my lovely host in Palma

My favourite picture of Palma

The next day, we headed to Sineu, inland Mallorca to meet up with MariaAntonia. We explored her tiny village, met her friends and headed to the beach. It was a birthday celebration of one of her friends and we had dinner on the beach. It was lovely. I must say that the beach was one of the best I've laid my eyes on. Simply gorgeous.

Islanders Marianna and MariaAntonia

Playa de Muro in Mallorca

On Monday, we didn't do much except have tea at a cafe and went shopping- we tried the ensaïmada de Mallorca. Yummy. Instead of taking the train to Sineu, the train workers were on strike, so we managed to get a lift from MariaAntonia's brother instead. Her family was so sweet, especially her mother who wanted to know more about Singapore. Her brothers were shy and cute at the same time. For example, they wanted me to demonstrate how to use the chopsticks! It was adorable. Then comes the mandatory post-dinner TV session. I think its typical of all Spanish families. That night, i found it extremely difficult to fall asleep due to the noise pollution from the cars. You would think that in a small village like that, you could hear the pin dropping at night, but no! Every 15minutes, a vehicle with a really loud engine would vvvrooooomm past the streets and wake me up. This is because the people live just along the streets, meaning that, when u open the door, you'll step out onto the public road.

The view of Sineu from the hill next to the railway tracks

The next day, maria's brother brought me to their family business - its a shop selling pet food, pots & plants & other assortment of things. He also introduced me to his beautiful but coy cat named Gaffers. Anyway I thought it was strange to be around as all the people who visited the shop were probably wondering what i was doing there. So many times the parents were trying to explain that I'm their daughter's friend from Singapore. I like village/town life where people greet each other in the streets. I guess I really appreciate having a close-knitted community as it makes life more humane. We had a feast at lunch before her mom sent me to the airport. I miss Mallorca already.

Finally, Barcelona! Well this place held no more surprises as I was here not too long ago. This time it's summer and its much warmer than I thought it would be. Imagine 36degrees celcius! Montmelo was the town where Mercedes live with her family and friends, accordingly I spent more time there than in the city centre. The highlight of my stay there, other than meeting her over-zealous mother, was meeting Antonio, who is this jovial, round, rolly polly boss of the bar cabana. This neighbourhood is frequented by Mercedes & her friends as he serves tapas. This man was hilarious as he thought i was Guapa, kissed my hand instead of a casual greeting and even gave me a souvenir to bring back home! Other than that, I've met Narcis & his flatmate at the Barcelona beach. The irony is that i cooked lunch for them as Ho-hey(I have no idea how to pronounce or spell) wanted to learn how to cook new cuisines. I obliged and made fried beehoon for them. Haha.

Park Güell in Barcelona

So I've said my thanks and farewells to all my Spanish friends. I miss them and their beautiful country a lot now.