Jalan Dungun

So the kiasu sister sent her mail out at 12.30 am.

And the next day, she woke up at 10.30 am.

And she got an interview at 4.30 pm.

And that left us stranded at Jalan Dungun from 2.30 pm.

Because the mother does not know how to drive to Jalan Dungun and the father has to drive home from work just to drive the sister there for the interview.

The sister just couldn't resist wearing her Hawes & Curtis purple top that we bought.

And the sister made me sit there until 7.30 pm.

Because her interview was 1 1/2 hours.

Which the mother said is a good thing.

Because it means that she is hired.

And yes she is hired. And I am tired.

There is absolutely nothing to do at Jalan Dungun just as Sammie said.

There is no one to sms and I am too lazy to sms.

So I sat there at Fig Tree looking bonged and flipping through old magazines.

And I thought to myself, how much I miss London where everywhere is accessible and they have much more fabulous magazines.

Wifi Sudah Mati

So the wi-fi died. Or probably the owner just got smart and changed to one with password lock.

Sigh.

And that leaves me with no internet for quite some time because the mother downgraded the internet while we were away and has not upgraded it back.

We have only 10 hours a month for 3 people to use.

It's a terribly sad and moronic story.

Pecah Record

Hallelujah!!!!!

All of our luggages passed!! Yay!!!

And we calculated, all in all we brought home 125 kgs.

The check-in luggages were about 23 kgs and 29 kgs.

The Italian lady who was a contract worker was really nice. She let everything through and she knew that I was desperate to get everything through.

Because she only saw that we each had a bagpack and a small little Reading bag full of books. And since we're "students"; she thinks that I am a student too, it's quite feasible because she thought that we each have our laptops in our bagpack and books and that's it.

We left our house at about 2.40 pm and reached Heathrow at 4 pm.

And I went to line up to claim back my VATs only to fine that the line is about 30 feet long!!!

And so I waited. And waited. And waited.

Until 6 pm, I couldn't take it anymore. All of those people in front of me has one stack of about 4 inches of receipts to claim. There are about 15 of them in front of me!

I just opted out. And we rushed to the counter and happily checked everything in.

After that, I had to rush out of Heathrow, catch a tube, get home, and take the other two hand baggages out. I couldn't find the exit in Heathrow. So I just desperately pushed through the emergency exit doors and I was hit by familiarity of the Arrivals hall.

And I just ran all the way to the tube. And I was on time for the tube!!! Boarded the tube at about 6.15 pm.

And I sat there in the tube until 7.10 pm. The minute I stepped foot at the King's Cross tube station I ran all the way to St. Pancras and cut out and ran to Oakley Square.

I reached my house in the record time of 12 minutes instead of the usual 30 minutes walk.

And thank God I reached Heathrow again just in time at 8.55 pm. We had to run all the way to our gate and I was carrying 60 kgs of stuff on me this time. As heavy as I am.

The best part is, the lady who checked us in was at the gate there again and her eyes BULGED!!!

She didn't know that we had 1001 things to take.

And for the first time, I only watched one movie and slept throughout the flight home when I usually watch movies throughout.

What Happened In Vegas was awesome.

Other than that, I'm just trying to desperately catch up with my sleep, which I am not getting at all because the parents always drag us out somewhere.

That's about it now.

University of Reading

Since I have nothing to post about, I might as well post about the past.

University of Reading.

No, Miss Christine, it is NOT a literacy programme. Although I need to polish up my English Language again.

It was a gorgeous day.

Some house in the Reading Town

Stream along the wilderness walk

Foxhill! This is where all of the lectures will be held.

Lake nearby Foxhill, in the campus

Ducks and Swans owned by the Queen

Huge-ass log chopped down and skinned near the lake.

The houses along the way in the campus.

I think this house looks kinda nice despite of it looking dilapidated.

But it's quite expensive to rent these houses. Because one will have to buy fire and break-in insurance and blah blah blah.

I wish I have more pictures to post here. Unfortunately, it was raining and we rushed off for a dinner appointment with a family friend.

But Reading is seriously a beautiful place. The campus itself. They have 2 clubs there. One for techno and another for R&B. They have 3 floors for people to dance and it is a sight to behold. They have the best clubs in the UK.

I'm flying off tomorrow!!!

Pray for good weather and that they will let my luggages through!!

It's now back to 22 kgs and 27 kgs.

Pray pray pray. Please.

Gracias and Adios.

I Don't Wanna Go Home!

I don't wanna go home.

But I bet all of you are saying... no... shouting:

"COME HOME DEBBLE!!!"

I do miss you people like crazy.

Going back home means leaving a lot of fun memories behind.

Running for the busses.

Getting free newspapers only to read about Amy Winehouse. Btw, I didn't know that she lives in my area. I go to Camden every single day. And she lives in one of the flats here.

Seeing weird people. There was this cross-dresser at the tube station who walked towards us saying "I'm a girl... I'm a girl..." and at the same time trying to do the catwalk.

And the constant cool weather without sunshine.

And the awesome food over here.

The awesome Robinson's Fruit and Barley drink.

The super fresh groceries.

Pimm's. Bailey's. Cocktails.

The Super cheap Marks & Spencer food here which has a wider range and tastes just absolutely awesome.

The convenient public transportation.

Looking at rare and beautiful cars.

Gosh, so many memories to leave behind. I bet my sister is gonna cry when she leaves here.

But I shall not be depressed.

Because, who knows, I might just come back here to do my Bar Vocational Course!

Yay!!!

But that is if I do really well for my Degree. Then I might probably be able to convince my mom to pay the tuition fees and make my sister who is hopefully successful by that time to sponsor my daily expenses.

And hopefully, I'll get to do LOTSA SHOPPING!!!

And you know what??

Hallelujah!!!

I manage to get my luggage weight down to 23 kgs each!!! And my mom just confirmed with us after asking the MAS people twice that our maximum baggage allowance is 25 kgs!!!

Yes!!!

What a beautiful finish to a beautiful holiday!

But I think I'm quite ready to start uni now.

Being dormant for so long, I think it'll be really great to start working again. Then I will be able to fill my free time more easily rather than bugging my sister what to do.

All's good all's good.

The 4 am SMS

Packing seriously zaps the energy out of me.

Pack, stash, squash, squeeze, stuff, push, zip, weigh, unpack, pack.......

The process goes on and on and on.

We have too many things which hardly weighs.

For instance, my sister's stupid request for melamine bowls and spoons which were not needed at all and the request for formal clothings which were not worn at all due to the cold weather.

It takes up a lot of space!!

And my sister bought countless amount of cosmetics over here over the period of time which she is here.

I have a 3kg pouch of make-ups which are hardly used but purchased by the cow out of fancy. And not to mention 7 zip-bags of moisturisers and creams and toners and cleansers.

So many things, so little space.

The best part is we're only allowed 20 kgs each. Which is madness because the luggage itself weighs 5-7 kgs. The clothes alone will take up all of the weight and more!!!

How am I going to pack to Reading in 2 years' time?? I'll probably have to ship everything over in advance. =S

Both luggages are overweight. The Large one is 26 kgs (After 100 times of packing and repacking. It was initially 30 kgs) and the other smaller one is 22 kgs. I finished packing the main luggages and we have 6 handcarries. One handcarry itself easily weighs 10kgs. Oh, and we're only allowed 5 kgs for handcarry. We have no choice.

I woke up randomly at 4.14 am. I knew because right after I woke up the little revolutionist text me. And asked me about blogs....

And around 4.45 am, I heard someone talking.

Do you know what is the time??

Something muttered in a slur

Don't do this. Don't do this to yourself. Why are you doing this?

[slurred] After what happened the other day, I lost motivation.

Then motivate yourself!!

You have a beautiful son at home. Why are you doing this?

mutter mutter mutter

When I met you you're a beautiful person and you ARE still a beautiful person. You were always there when I needed you to help.

mutter mutter mutter Let's not discuss this anymore. Walks away.

I think it's the most  calm argument I've ever heard of. It was as if she was a counsellor/shrink. Shrinking her husband. Oh well, his coat and pants looks rather shrunkened.

All I have to say is, hang in there, lady, and he'll probably turn around. Just don't lose your control.

I'm back to packing. One more last effing bagpack to pack!!! And a mountain of clothes to fit in. >.<""

Wish me luck!!!

NO, no, PRAY for me that they'll let me through and not charge me a single penny.

Thank you.

Electrifying Dim Sum

I shall leave the blog looking pimped. Because a change is good.

I am now craving for sushi. Can you believe it?? Don't tell my sister that or she'll be mightily pleased with herself for converting me.

I am also craving for Spaghetti Scoglio from Spaghetti House.

And do you know what's the best part??

I've put on 3 kgs. Which is really bad!!! Thanks to the constant pigging out.

Today is no exception.

We decided to go for this Dim Sum since we accidentally found out that this place in Haymarket has a Dim Sum buffet.

And so we went for it today. It's at Electric Bird Cage.

I thought I liked the setting of the place. I was really blur. I only saw the bar which is rather unique with its half teak and half glass design.

So we went in and sat down. And when the waitress came only did I realise my surroundings.

The waitress was wearing this super short flare dress which looks almost like a swimsuit if not for the skirt. She might as well not wear anything at all.

And I looked behind my sister's face.

The ceiling was a very nice plaster ceiling with all the decorations and all. But the abominable thing is that it is painted in fuchsia.

And then I realised the tables are in turqoise colour. The walls are also turqoise.

And the sofa that I am sitting on can act as a mini sofa bed with all the bolster pillows behind. It's quite convenient to lean over and lie down.

OMG, it was like a brothel. Especially with the lighting which is like some curvy thingy.
[Edit : I just realised, it looks like the colours on my blog now. Oh well.]

And we ordered Classic Cosmopolitan. It's a cocktail btw. I am underaged and so my sis ordered lemonade for me. But the nice waitress said that she'll split the cocktail into two since it's quite a big glass. So, we both had cocktails for the price of one. And I'm not complaining. In fact, I am very happy!!!

No, I wasn't drunk after the drink. Because the alcohol content wasn't that high after all and I thought my own concoction for a cocktail tastes better. I had Baileys, Triple Sac and Apple & Elderflower. Or my sister's concoction of Cranberry juice, Vodka, Triple Sac and Lime. It's really easy to make a cocktail. Just mix whatever you want. And my concoction had more kick than the one they gave us. The bartender probably did it on purpose because he didn't want two drunk chics walking out of the bar & restaurant and get stopped by a boobie [that's what the policemen are called]; ending with him going to jail because he gave an underage a cocktail.

Despite of the setting, the Dim Sum was good!! So much better than the ones we have at home.

My sister and I found the setting rather funny though. Fancy the two of us sitting in such a restaurant and having a buffet dim sum. Imagine how my mom will react if she were to find out.

Oh, and we were the only girls besides that one waitress in the entire place. And it's a club during the night btw.

If parents were to think that the clubs back in KL are bad, well, think again. If one were to compare KL and London, the clubs in KL can only be compared to some scandalous high school gathering. It is seriously Wild over here.

Not to mention, there is a chance of meeting really weird people here.

On Saturday, after our walk at South Kensington; we reached our bus station pretty late. And this dude appeared out of thin air and kicked the rubbish behind us.

"Sorry, girls."

I briefly nodded out of courtesy.

"Don't be afraid of me."

We continued walking without really looking at him.

"Do you know where I can find back up??"

My sister, who was slightly ahead of me, turned around and I stopped.

That guy was a highschooler who is drunk, with soggy hair plastered on his head.

He thought we were some Mafia's daughter or we're in some Chinese society of gangsters.

Gosh, dude!!! We look more like nuns rather than a Mafia's daughter!!! We figured that he probably got into a fight in a bar and wants to find a back up to fight back.

Men and their ego. Ok, certain men.

Anyway, we decided to go for coffee at Covent Garden after Dim Sum and some shopping. So from Regent Street, we cut through Soho towards Covent.

Before this, we walked through the streets of Soho and I thought that it was quite an innocent place. All we saw were restaurants and bars with some scantily dressed people walking about.

This time, we walked through the REAL Soho street. We had to do a speed walk through a maze of half-dazed people whose eyes are clouded with lust. Well, we did it again. In Amsterdam, we went to the wrong flower market with the smell of heroin and marijuana rather than the famed floating flower market which sells tulip bulbs.

And we had our coffee at last at Covent Garden. The last time we went, we saw some tame drunk people singing about there.

I love Dark Mocha Frapuccino. It is simply awesome. Sister went for Venti Espresso. Oh, and the price difference from Tall to Grande to Venti is only 20p from each upgrade.

I absolutely love Zara and Hawes & Curtis over here.

The sales are ending soon. Sigh. And so is my stay at London.

I shall be flying home next Monday.

Nothing Sweet About Me

This is one thing which I definitely brought back from Europe.

This song which plays over and over again everywhere. Especially on the European MTV.

And I love it!!!

I do not know if it's playing in Malaysia.

Cold!

Let's talk about England's most popular topic of conversation.

The weather. Because it is very erratic and changes in split seconds. And so, it gives the people a lot to talk about everytime the weather changes.

It was freezing cold yesterday night and this morning!!!

I had to use 2 blankets and wrap myself up like I'm in a cocoon.

So-called summer. It's windy and cold and wet over here!!!

We didn't do much today. We stayed in, slept in and watched the Olympics!

In the evening, I got bored and went downstairs for a drink. And I found my sister's housemate exhausted on the couch.

I came up with this idea. Go for a buffet!!!

Sister's housemate jumped with energy in lightning speed and she was instantly animated. Hehe. The power of Food and what it does to people!!! It brings absolute motivation and hope in life!!!

And so, we went for a Sushi buffet at Hi! Sushi at Camden Town, near Camden Lock where they sell lots of goth's stuff.

It's my first time eating Japanese food after the horrible experience on Japan Airlines. I'll never forget that foul sour-tasting so-called Western Food that we were served. I had to live on eating the Japanese peanuts while on the plane for 18 hours to San Francisco.

And surprisingly, the salmon sashimi tasted good!!! So much better than the one I had in Dynasty hotel. The salmon was really really fresh and you can really taste the salmony taste of salmon. Eh heh. I don't make sense.

The buffet was good. I'm quite a sushi convert now. Let's hope that the sushi back at Malaysia tastes as good as the one over here.

I love the sashimi, this sweet-tasting tofu wrap with sweet sticky rice inside. And the scallop!! Raw scallop which was absolutely tasty!!! Their "satay" tasted good too. But the chicken fat spoiled it. The squid was awesome as well. The beef was tough. The prawns tempura was disgusting. All flour and nothing else!!!

We ordered 3 plates of sashimi. Yes, we were all crazy. The sashimi tastes extremely good if dipped in soy sauced mixed with wasabi. For the last order, my crazy, greedy sister asked for 6 portions. And the waitress mistakened it for 6 person's portion. And came with a HUGE plate with 18 slices of salmon.

We all ate until our eyeballs threatened to roll upwards due to overeating. And we were all BLOATED!!!

I learnt one thing. Never attempt to eat Japanese food fast or you'll be in trouble for wanting to puke. Japanese food is meant to be slowly savoured.

I love the setting of the restaurant. They have this hole in the ground which makes it look as if we're sitting on the floor, when we are actually sitting as if we're sitting on the chair. They had nice leather cushions to cushion our asses. Very comfortable.

But when we got out of the restaurant, it was FREEZING COLD!!! My entire skeletal structure was trembling from the cold. And I was wearing turtle neck. For the first time without being censured. Eh heh.

And we took a slow walk all the way home. Actually, I trembled and my teeth chattered all the way home.

And we all just dropped and slept. We reached home at 11.30 pm btw. We were in the restaurant until about 10.45 pm. The waitress practically had to chase us out. Hehehe.

Cold weather + cold food makes it a memorable day.

Fly Away

So, today, the momma and the daddy flew back to Malaysia.

We had to get up early to catch the tube to Heathrow. And the train ride was almost an hour.

Exhausting. Exhausting.

And, we were all so exhilarated when the luggages weren't overweight!!!

But the handcarries were seriously heavy like crazy. That's the trick. Because they don't weigh your handcarry.

And the good news is that Heathrow allows more than one handcarry now!!! The previous ruling of only one handcarry was crazy. Even a small lil handbag was considered to be a handcarry and it shall have to be stuffed into one handcarry.

While waiting for the parents to check in, I waited at the side with the handcarries and this Thai couple came.

And they started unpacking. And stuffing. I guess their luggage was overweight. I can see why. Because the girlfriend bought carpets and tea trays and lots of ridiculously funny things.

The parents checked in rather quickly. And they passed through the checkpoints really quickly too!!

The mommay didn't wanna go because she wants to stay back and have fun with us. But unfortunately, she has a bigger baby to take care of; because the daddy has to go back to work before his employers personally fly over and drag him back to work.

After waving them off, my sis and I felt so much lighter and free!!! No more formalities and all, we just had to be us!!

We were so sleepy and hungry, we had to sit down and munch on something while we wait for the tube. Because we missed one.

And when the next one came, my sister was so blur and bimbotic, happily munching on her raspberry puff [which is heavenly, btw] as if nothing mattered in the world.

Until I said, "Aren't you getting on the train?" [The train was right in front of us]

Sister : [frantically gets up] YES!!!!!

We had to do a dash for the train. Only to have the train stop for a while to realign the cabins. Blargh. All the dashing for nothing.

And we sat in the train for another 50 minutes before we got off at Holborn for my sister to change her corresponding address in her university.

And spontaneously, she suggested that we should go for a movie!!!

Debble : [hops around excitedly] At Odeon??

Sister : No. [In her usual dry tone] We're going to Angel.

Because it's cheaper. Ah, as usual, as usual. So, we hopped on the bus and we're off!!

The bus driver was rather nice. Because he waited for us while we sprinted all the way to the bus station.

We have been doing sprints for buses for the past 2 days. Once to go to Sainsbury [it's something like Tesco] and when we got out of Sainsbury, the bus was just a stone's throw away. And the bloody pedestrian light was red.

There were 3 of us in a row waiting impatiently. The minute the traffic stopped, all 3 of us dashed to the bus. It must have been a sight to behold if one were to be the spectator. Aiks.

And so, at Angel, we went to Vue [the cinema] and decided to watch The Mummy. Because it was the only thing worth watching.

After getting the tickets [I had to use my sister's student id], we skipped off to Burger King for lunch. Gosh, their fries are good!!! And we were both so greedy, we ordered super size. Only to have our faces turn green while we try to finish the fries. And we couldn't finish the super large Coke.

Then I had a brilliant idea. Sneak it into the cinema!!! We had small carrier bags in our bagpack in case the parents needed to throw some stuff out if their luggages were overweight.

So I placed both cups at the end of the bag, and placed my arm in the middle to make sure that they sit upright.


The cinema was nice!! It's like GSC's Gold Class. And it's free seating!!!!! We bought nachos with salsa.Oh, and I'm suddenly addicted to tomato soup. And the ketchup they gave at BK was so fresh, it was like fresh tomato soup!!! The salsa sauce, which is made out of tomato as well, was good!!! Ah, the bliss. [But we had to shut both eyes for the price of the nachos and the meal at BK. Back home, we could have walked into Tai Thong.]

The movie was OK only. But I liked the part on Ancient China. Other than that, the movie was quite forgettable. Typical family kind of movie. A bit like Indiana Jones, but not as nonsensical as IJ. They changed the history of Shih Huang Ti though. Jet Li's general was totally hot in the movie. Michelle Yeoh was gorgeous and so was the girl who acted as MY's daughter in the movie. I didn't know that Brendan Fraser is so buffed!

We went home and dropped on the bed and slept. I watched Wanted online. It was good. Love their sense of humour. But I didn't quite like the ending. The assasination actions were awesome!!! Angelina Jolie was hot as usual. If only she'll do more kick-ass movies.

That's about for today. The first taste of FREEDOM!!!!!

Yours Truly

I hate packing.

Seriously hate it.

You have no idea what a torment it is.

So, instead of trying to recover my most-needed sleep; we ended up running up and down the house, trying to pack.

Because the momma and the daddy is going back to Malaysia.

And they'll be carrying most of the important stuff.

And the sister just had to do what she does best.

Being entirely MESSY and disorganised and overly aggressive and SPONTANEOUS.

All she does is stuff and stash, stuff and stash.

I seriously cannot take it!!! The Bree side of me will start pouting, shaking the head with bewildered eyes and tapping the foot impatiently.

We were using two rooms and both rooms were a mess. And I had to repack everything that my sister messed up.

Blargh. And she was complaining all the time that I wasn't lifting my finger.

I REFUSE to.

In the end, we ended up scrambling all over the place to look for this exceedingly important document... which we do not know where the hell my sister stashed to.

We went round and round in circles, searching high and low for 5 pathetic pieces of paper.

In the end, my mom found it in our bags. I wonder what my sister was doing. She searched that same bag where the documents were over and over again and found nothing.

All I have to say is; when there are too many strong heads being placed together, catastrophe will breakout if uncontrolled.

Yours truly is signing off because the daddy just has to go out for a walk. Sigh.

Another problem if there are so many contrasting personalities placed together. The clashes are really bad and it usually ends with forced obligation and sulking.

Emotions

I feel like SCREAMING!!!!!

Helpers needed

If anyone still reads this blog.

Well, just to pass the word around that Ms Anne needs student helpers for the launch of the hartamas branch. There will be wages paid for those who help.

Thanks.

Have a great week

Enough of Europe, Thank You.

I'm finally back from the European tour.

You have no idea how I went absurdly exhilarated I was when I saw the white cliffs of Dover.

After 24 days, I think I have quite enough of Europe.

I'll tell you why.

1. The weather is crazy.

From Amsterdam until Austria, the weather was quite fine with the cool breeze blowing every now and then with occasional drizzles. After Austria, MY GOSH!!!! I am practically FRIED now. Super tanned and I seriously could not withstand the sun. It's at least 35 degrees and it goes right up to 38. And the UV seriously scorches the skin. We shade ourselves with the umbrella which supposingly has UV protection and we were being mocked at. In Venice, this Italian dude shouted at us from afar, stood right in front of us and blessed us with his abundant saliva, shouting at the top of his voice and verbally abusing and ridiculing us in public. Stupid ass. Wanted to show him the cornutto sign.

The cornutto sign is a sign language used in Italy and Spain which is basically the sticking out of the 2nd and the 5th finger. It's an insult to the guys, telling them that their partners are cheating on them because they are bad lovers. That dude who verbally abused us certainly was one. Retard.

The worst is in Italy and Barcelona. It was such a pity that we didn't quite get to explore Rome because it was just simply too hot to walk at all. We just wanted to stand under the cooling shade of the trees and rot there. In Barcelona, it was just insane. It was so hot that when I open the curtains of the hotel room and when the sun streams through and hits my pants; in the instant of 10 seconds it feels like I am wearing a just-ironed pants. And, we dried all our laundries in 3 hours by just hanging it in on the curtain railing.

2. It's a duck and chicken scenario.

Most of the people in that continent speak very little English. Only in commercial areas do they speak and understand quite good English. Other than that, I used sign language and broken French/German/Italian/Spanish. And I only know a couple of words. Half of the time, I understand them by guessing.

3. The food is extremely horrible.

Every morning, this is all we get for breakfast. Bread. Butter. Cornflakes. Raw, cold ham and cheese. Coffee or tea. If we're lucky, there will be scrambled eggs, bacon, baked beans and a mixture of KokoKrunch, Oats and yoghurt. IF, we are lucky. I am so sick of bread, I will never ever step into a bakery or a pizza station for the next 3 years.

The coffee gets more and more diluted as we travel further south.

The Italian food?? Blargh. They're disgusting. The ones in Malaysia, Singapore and London have been greatly improvised. They always have 3 courses. Antipasti, Primo Piatti and Secondi Piatti. Antipasti is a starter, which is usually spaghetti with plain tomato sauce [which they call promodoro]. Primo Piatti is like our western food; grilled meat with potatoes and some vegetables minus any gravy for the grilled meat. The meat tastes plain and boring. I have to constantly do a mini cooking at the dinner table everyday, adding salt and pepper to my food. Secondi Piatti is something with rice and blah-dee-dah. Even typing about it turns my appetite off. I think it's tasteless and super fattening.

The good thing about Europe??

ZARA. ZARA. ZARA. ZARA. ZARA.

Seriously. It's super cheap. And the designs are super nice. I think our luggages might be overly overweight.

Let's talk about the guys. [Ignore the blonde moment]
Amsterdam - Tall and some are totally hot.
Germany - Tall and lean [but their muka is as plain as their bangunan - square and boring]
Switzerland - Tall and not bad
Austria - Tall with a hot ass [according to my sis]
Italy - Rarely see a tall one and not exactly romantic.
Spain - Good looking but some are short
France - Thin [but not kayu] with long legs

But they are all better looking than most of the Londoners.

The funniest of occasions:

1. 7 people got stucked in the lift. You can see 1 foot of their legs from the ground floor. They were stucked for an hour. It's in Lourdes btw.

2. This Spaniard receptionist who can't stop winking at my mom. Er, dude, my mom's not as young as she looks.

I have been really out of touch with a lot of you people. It's really great catching up with all of your blogs. Can't wait to see all of you and hear from you again from back home.

Happy belated birthday, Sharon!!

I'll blog again. Seriously need rest after all the ridiculous 6 am wake-up calls.