I'm currently in a very elegant hotel of Milan. High-class lobby, high-class room, high-class Internet err...booth? Everything here looks good.
But what looks good may not necessarily be good.
I thought I wouldn't have much chance of using the computer. But after using it, I know how come I can get to use the one and only computer in this hotel. And I know how come no-one uses it for long. 3 simple reasons.
1. They make you feel like a superstar. Just that you're not. Your light is a big bright spotlight shining down at you. The initial warmth is nice. But after some time, you wonder if you're in a microwave.
2. The chair is stuck onto the ground. The thing is that the chair is stuck a little too much to the right of the screen. So now I'm tilting my body to the left as I type. I thought visiting the leaning tower of Pisa was cool enough. Now I know what's really cool - becoming the leaning tower of Milan.
It's 4-7 degrees here? I think. And I realised I did a double-posting in my audioblog. That's embarrassing.
I don't know where to start from. So I guess...I'll just type down random thoughts?
-I miss Kenny. Were you not expecting that?
-I can't wait to return to Singapore. 7 more daysssss!!
-The guys here look generally good. They all try to flirt with me.
-The last line was a lie.
-I reeeaaaalllllyyy need to find somewhere else to host my blog. Got schoolmates know about me sia!
-For their information, yes, I really really like Kenny. Dunno leh. Very weird if that's the case meh?
-Few days without Internet is HELL. Ok, exaggeration lah.
-The weather is crazy. Rain, stop, rain, stop, rain, stop. You get the idea.
-The video I made for Kenny was done 30 minutes before I left for Italy. I couldn't find a real coconut!
-I am feeling lost. I've got so much to catch-up on when I return to Singapore!
-I'm in the hotel now and it rocks because they have one computer with Internet access! And it's free!
-I cannot fit into my pants.
-There is a guy in the tour group who's in love with me.
-Yea right.
-I hate the tour guide. Because ah, he talks likes this. No 's' he puts got 's'. Got 's' he donch wants puts 's'. Make me donch wants to comes to Italy anymore.
-10 days trip, 5 days travelling in the bus.
-Amazingly, no stains!
-Bored.
-Really really really miss...ahh...nevermind.
It's kinda sad that after I leave Italy, I'll only have 3 days in Singapore before I leave again for Switzerland. And then by the time I return from there, I'll have one week before school starts. :( I realise I sort of dislike tours. Unless it's honeymoon. Maybe the next trip will be fun-ner. But I doubt so. There's too much in my head for me to enjoy stuff right now.
I don't know what to say lah, actually. It's hard to think of what to say when you're not feeling exactly great. Meanwhile, all you guys take care of yourselves and err...well, just take care. :) Ciao.
Am pretty upset now. There's too much shit going on. :(
Update: Gosh! I forgot to bring my medicine! So THAT was the thing that I forgot to bring. I knew there was something. I just couldn't remember what! Man...Lucky I brought my security blanket...hehe. If I lose it *choy choy choy choy!*, I'll kill myself. Trust me.
I realise I suck at blogging when I'm outside. Blogging is easier in the safe and secure environment my home provides.
Oh yes, I'm DMS-ing and Ignorant Friend is PMS-ing. Wow. May our friendship remain.
(Pardon for the really urjlifkenro post in the afternoon. After a good 3-hour nap, I'm back to normal again.)
Wah die. I'm chiong-ing like siao now. I chose my JCs in like 5 minutes. That's like putting in very little time for my future. Hmm...
I'm still half-packed. Need to rush to get my booster jab. Ah! And I need to prepare *cough*. I have 1 hour 15min left!
Oh yes. Go to my audioblog for the next few days. Continue to check back here still because I'll update if there's a business centre/internet cafe. Doubt I'll really do audioblogging at all. My voice may be recognised sia. I'll use it only if I'm desperate enough.
It's easy to buy fake stuff. Fake boobs, fake teeth, fake lips, fake eyes, fake nose. I need to buy a fake smile.
Dreading the trip, really. It's a large tour group with 40 people and I'm gonna feel sick being friendly and smiling all the time. And tolerating their comments and stares. Singaporeans/Asians in general are a bunch of insensitive freaks. They won't understand how much the issue hurts me and so I'm supposed to act like I'm all right when they talk about it. Even though inside I really feel like killing them and crying.
Else I'd be labelled as petty.
I'm feeling very irritated now. Thanks my dear period, thank you. Everything pisses me off. But I think even without the period, I'd still get pissed off. Some things just annoy me to the ultimate.
But, I cannot complain exactly about what. Else I'd be labelled as petty. :)
How I dread the trip...Oh wait. Sorry, cannot say that. Because I am supposed to be excited and then go "Wow! I am so lucky! You are so unlucky! Yay!"
Besides going for a hair cut yesterday, I went for foot reflexology as well. The one at Junction 8. Its name is too long. I can't remember what it is exactly. Dunno what Earth and Heaven Good Blah Blee Bloh.
No photos were allowed. Damn.
Don't be fooled by the term "foot reflexology". It includes the leg as well. Don't worry though, nothing above the knees. ;)
It was damn embarrassing 'cos I don't have clean and sleek legs. So girls, wax your legs before you go for such stuff. :(
The guy who massaged my legs was this Malaysian guy who looks like Kurt Low.
Just that Kurt Low's handsomer. The reflexologist was average-looking lah.
Seriously, the reflexologist looks a lot more like this. Just without the baby-ish look.
He's one chatterbox. Chinese Chatterbox. My Chinese is not that good while his English sucks. So of course I had to be the one making the compromise. The following conversations were originally fully in Chinese.
*yak yak yak*
"I very ji za (talkative) hor?
"Yea."
(Oops. Forgot to tell a white lie.)
He looked at my profile.
"Eh? Your birthday just passed ah?" "Yah." "Scorpio?" "Yah." "Wah. Same as me. I'm born on the 3rd of November. You on 8th November. I born in 1979. You in 1989."
*rub rub rub*
"Going anywhere for holiday?" "Tomorrow going to Italy." "Wah. How many days? 10 days ah?" " ! Yah! How you know?" "!"
*rub rub rub*
"Your father only has you one daughter ah?" "! Yah! How you know?" "?!"
*rub rub rub*
"Last time you got go anywhere or not?" "Eh...Last year like never I think. Can't remember. I think two years back got." "Oh. Two years back where did you go? Japan ah?" "! Yah! How you know?" "?!?! Huh?! Anyhow say one leh!"
I was given a foot chart to look at. And I saw that some points of the foot are linked to your genital glands, penis/urethra, pituitary gland. So of course when I realised that he was hitting the spots that are linked to these places, I got pretty err...worked-up. *cough*
This leads me to another point. Don't you realise all it takes for a girl to be turned on by a guy is his skills? By that I not only mean stuff like charisma and humour. But also other simple things like knowing how to give a massage, fixing technical appliances, and for me, driving a car. You don't know how turned on I am by the fact that Kenny can drive.
Girls look for so little in guys. Well, almost lah. At least these stuff can be trained, learnt, built-up over time. Guys naturally (because Mother Nature said so) look for stuff in girls that belong to the either-have-or-don't-have category. Like they concentrate on your boobs, legs, waist-hip ratio, looks. If don't have big boobs? Too bad. If you have short legs? Too bad. If your waist-hip ratio is 2:1? Too bad. If your looks suck? Too bad. You can't learn or gain this stuff naturally or over-time.
And wow. Everything is too bad for me! Seriously, I doubt it really matters that Kenny has extremely hairy legs. Girls who like him are not gonna stop liking him because of that. I mean, it wouldn't even be a factor for consideration! But as for girls...You're expected to go remove the hair. Totally, and permanently.
The lighting made it much much worse I think.
Sorry for the long digression. Back to the reflexology. It took a total of 40 minutes. Had to pay $40! 1 minute $1. But they are having a promotion right now - the first time you go for the reflexologyand pay $40, the next time it would be free. Even then, $40 for two sessions is not cheap.
Mainly comfortable unless all your organs suck. For me, my stomach isn't good. Not that I skip meals. I just have irregular dining times.
"You come for foot reflexology for what?"
"Err...Just come lor."
"For fun ah?"
"Yea. Sort of."
"You know the benefits of it or not?"
"Nope."
"It improves blood circulation."
I didn't quite believe it. I mean...You go for such stuff, that's what they always say what. Go spa: improves blood circulation. Go therapy massage: improves blood circulation.
But this time, I cannot help but believe him. Because I woke up this morning to find that my blood circulated all the way out of my body and onto the panty. Great.
1. Send in pre-university application forms. I know nuts about the whole system. I have no idea how to choose my course. I need to read the damn booklet. This whole combi-choosing thing confuses me. And I thought knowing how the L1R5 system worked was quite a feat already.
2. Comprain about gahmen. Eh, why you give only 3 days for application ah? Then those people overseas how leh? Don't need go pre-u ah? And ah, can you like stop coming up with so many complicated systems or not? It isn't sophisticated ok. It's just confusing.
3. Pack. This process will take a hell load of time. I need to have trial and error session with my clothes. I've already tried on my pants. I can't fit into most of them!! I have to resort to taking my mum's pants instead. I never thought that this day would come. Hello, she's given birth to 3 children and I one coconut also haven't given birth to leh. How come I can fit into her pants?!
4. Take my second shot for chicken-pox prevention. I think I hadn't mentioned this before. Just after Prelims, I went to get my first shot because I'm still a chicken-pox virgin. Tomorrow, or in fact, today, I needa get my second shot.
5. Kiss Kenny.
6. Finish watching all the Charmed and Lost episodes I recorded during my exams! Sorry, I know I disappoint you with the shows I watch.
It was my second time there. The first time they served me drinks, this time they didn't. There was nothing interesting. I told the guy to help me cut my hair about 1.5 inches and "change the style a little". Nothing really changed actually.
I paid an additional $3 for the hair-wash. Regretted it. The woman who washed my head either had just fallen out of love, or she just hates her job. The first time I went, the same thing happened.
Like a witch using her crystal ball.
Don't know. Maybe they were trying to channel their inner energy to my head.
The first time I went, it was also weak and not satisfying at all. But something I heard made me forgive that woman who washed my hair. While cutting my hair, she told her fellow colleague: "Wah. Yesterday I lao sai the whole day ah. Don't know eat what wrong thing."
Ok lah, excuse her.
Of course, I must include the before and after shot. Here it is.
