Because I have no more remaining reason to stay.
I chose to come back. Earlier by a month. Given the options of either blowing another GBP60x 4(weeks) or living measly by occupying with abunch of friends elsewhere or living under my parents’ shelter and pamper; the last option had a strong influence to my final decision. Like why not? So I have thought.
No more hassle-free online. More frown lines are appearing.
No more convenient and punctual public transports. More slacking at home.
No more liberal supervisors. Only exploitation.
No more freedom of speech. Only inane remarks accepted.
No more home delivery. Only double parkings and more forgotten packages.
No more jackets and jumpers. More deliberate ridiculous on-lookers.
No more Thornton’s. More a reason to lose some weight.
No more weekend’s hangover and stoning. More weekdays to look forward to just to knock me out.
No more student discounts. Only fear of ageing that belittle every part of me and saps every breath I take.
No more high heels. Only 5′ 7″ women know why.
Once, there was a child who awaited to see the wonders of the whole world. Today, the whole world awaits to see the wonders that grown-up child can do.
This is the story…
My episodes of Eurorama began right after the finals and the first lookover was in Spain. Most unfortunately, I forgot to resize them and therefore being unable to post them up here. *wink* No worries, just click on the link above if interested. Anyways, since I haven’t got my Spanish picturesques on board, I’ll just stick up these few snaps I’ve got from the Italian collection. Pictures tell more than a thousand words. So I’ll just describe my feelings in words, since that is one thing you can’t show in pictures.
Girona was very much like a laid-back town. And what I meant laid-back is VERY very laid-back. The people, the lifestyle and even the tourists!!! “Ciesta” is a common practice in Spain, but compared to Barcelona, people in Girona take ciesta really heavily. Ciesta is a sorta like a break where the people take naps or long rest after lunch so that they believe they can be more productive by evening and happier. Will they? Don’t know, but heck I definitely was NOT the first time I was slapped with “CIESTA” onto my face when my mate and I went to find something to eat. Basically, not their fault. They are happy people by the end of their ciesta, so what is there for me as the first-timer and the daft one to say? geeeeeee… Anyways, from the second day onwards we obviously knew what’s up there so we wasted no precious time if ever we had to deal with a Spanish person. So there we were; up and going, oh yeaaaah!
Barcelona was more big-a-deal. More cosmo if not busier. Anyway, point is we were the tourists and being backpackers, everything looked faster too. Barcelona… First impression was defo the ever-fast pace… like Singapore. Like KL. Like Edinburgh.
From Girona to Barcelona (Spain), no. 4 and no. 3(me) flatmates of Thomas Campbell Court No. 10 flew to Italy. Bella Italia! That’s saying “beautiful Italy!”.
What with the great Colloseum, the ever-undying art, the magnificent towers and fountains and their pastas, pizzas and gelati to crave for, why shouldn’t I even say that before I step onto that part of Europe? Sweet. Easily feel like “home” sometimes. Those sometimes meant the times when we see a group of Asians flocking about with home-language. Languages we were familiar with only back home. If someone ever wonders where the Romans today get their revenue from, it’s defo from people like me and Zeeps; the tourists. So Rome was the only place in Italy i stepped foot on. It was good enough. Enough to say “I have at least seen the great Colloseum and have stepped my foot onto one of the ancient’s greatest empire.” My say? Love it and hate it. So much to see, BUT if anyone knows me inside out obviously I’ll get so distress over a holiday which one is not able to do anything. So, be there as an art appreciator and you’ll truly love Rome to every inch of the roads. That’s how big-a-deal of Rome can offer artistically and culturally.
That is why… I had loved my time in Nice, south-easterly of France. Actually, I loved it so much then, i am still loving it now! That was a total superb holiday. Schweeeet-est. Ever. I will put up an entry about it after I develop my photos and then minimise the size so that I will be able to post them up, aight? Till then, mes amis!
Have I ever mention I make good accessory? w-O-w
She says triumphantly, “Pei Kheng is back!”
Anyone not aware of my absence yet in Glasgow, oh well, it is true. I am home, for good… hopefully. It is difficult (or rather not so timely yet) to say that I will not go back to the other side of the globe, innit? Obviously, I cannot deny that in certain extent, I have somewhat fell in love with Britain and some parts of Europe. With the memories I have had with Ashlene and Colette, the two Irish babes who are like cofetti in me days in Scotland and the volleyball team, ever so entertaining.
Gosh… bygones they are now.
Summat ‘is feel like shyte, to’ally.
‘coz the previous post below is written by chia ming and I am proud of it so i just let that be there.
Anyways, this is about the only quality time i can get to go online and post up a quickie. Tried doing that on an internet booth after all the email checkings but that was just a wee bit time to do anything else.
So, I am back from Nice, France and day after tomorrow I will be conquering Paris, France.
What I have got to say about my holidays in Nice? Like super AWESOME! wooooot! It’s so good I wished someone would just kidnap me (in a good way) and put me there to stay for good. OMGz! wee! A whole great new experience from sailing in the sea to wakeriding on the rough waters to snorkelling with jellyfish and not know how bad their stings can be.
Erm.. that’s cm behind the wheel doing what he does best… posing.
And because dear cming (and nowadays Jaycen too) has always make my jaw cracking due to excessive laughter, I shall share his classic random stuff from him. Classic coz it’s probably a redo; random coz it was asked while we were watching the world cup match between Brazil and Croatia.
cm: What’s the difference between a mosquito and a fly?
Go figure.
The Brazillians had an 1-0 victory.
blogging from Manchester right now. My friend Chia Ming is a great host.
bye bye
and just how sore I can be right now? A news came into my school inbox and it was read that there is possibility that the graduation date might be postponed although the department will try to get around with that and prevent that from happening.
ZHEESUS CWIES!
How bad can this be, ay? Just postpone the damn date and we will just get along with that day as usual as if it was the original date, innit? This is one heckuva issue, man! grrr… And… AND… I am now packing so that I can move before I go to Nice, France. So excited for the trip but totally knackered over the packing and getting orientated with the stuff.
ZHEESUS CWIES!
Anywayz, Costa Brava, Barcelona and Rome were covered already! oh yeah, baby! Camped and got frozen in Perth, Scotland then and totally over with the graduation ball. Photos will be up later, mes amis coz priorities are over packing and de-disorientating myself first.
Meanwhile, a few birthday shoutouts to Tim, Caryn, Yokey and Lisa! That’s coz I didn’t have their contact numbers while i was away in 1st episode Europe!
