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okay. fine. maybe i should just stop blogging. i really have no time to do shit. form 4 is hell. i'm busy all the time anf frankly, i'm just hell lazy to blog. i had a feeling i wouldn't be able to continue this blog the minute i started and i'm right. that's kinda hilarious. oh well.

trixie,

20th November 2006.

8.59 pm.

Brussels,Belgium.

I just heard a German song about Dota. for goodness sake. it actually got third for one of these German hit lists, charts; whatever. about Dota! anyway, we had a three hour ride to belgium and i felt all lethargic and stuff. it was pretty uneventful excet that umbrella man made us all introduce ourselves to each other and this guy called max, he's an idot. a downright arsewipe. i have my reasons. he like passed me this paper disc thing which was like a schedule thing for the bus and i looked at it and passed it back to him, but he said, "Oh all of us have seen it already, could you give it back to Eric? Thanks." and i had to walk all the way to the front of the bus. the nerve. inconsiderate bastard. i could've died. it was a moving bus! they'd rather sit there and watch a young girl walk all the way to the front of the bus from the back instead of just moving abit to pass it down. the. nerve.

oh. and i've seen the first knork. no, not spork. knork - it's a knife-fork. so cool. anyway, it was freezing, super windy and rainy today. so, so cold. we saw some sights and then we went to see the Manneken piss, if that's how you spell it, and it was just our brialliant luck; i'm not being sarcastic here. they were giving out free beer to everybody. wheeee. and i mean everybody. check this, charmaine who definitely looks way young to take alchohol, went to get some and she got some. the, wait. not yet. THEN, rachel, who's seven and very small went, and she got beer too. two cups. no shit. haha. belgium is like beer central. people actually bring their own mugs around everywhere.

there was this really pretty square with old fashioned buildings and it's really beautiful, i got pictures, but that's not enough. you just have to BE there. i can't remeber the name, will ask umbrella man tomorrow. i never did. anyway, at Mannaken Pis, we had waffles which cost 4 euro each - that's like RM 20! really good though. not sure if it was worth it but it's definitely yummy. and chocolates are everywhere. sooooo good. i spotted at least six chocolate fountains. and the cobblestone streets are really darling. no tar at all. it's just so quaint. oh, and there was a shisha shop. didn't get to go in though. at least we got free beer.

then, we got lost. i guess you never really experienced travelling until you get lost in a city of smoking drinkers. we even got followed by this creepy guy. managed to get back though. i think umbrella man was pissed at us. we had chinese for dinner. again. it was horrible. i hardly ate anything. then when we were going back, there was this party thing for the college grads before they went to uni and it was so super cool. it was like pary all night long; around the entire town. so much liberty, so much freedom. -ok so both of those words mean the about same thing. so what. anyway. i so want to go to college here. my mother was quick to refuse.  we got a 5 star hotel tonight. it's so sad it's only one night. the beds are really comfy. i wish we had more nights here. belgium is full of hot guys.

it's Don Quixote,                                                                                                          trixie.

yeap, sadly, belgium was only for one day. and i figure, i'll do two posts a day. so i'm going to stop now. there really is so much to type. till next time i feel like it. or when someone pesters me.

same day.

8.03 pm.

Amsterdam, Holland.

The city is pretty much the same as the country, quaint and sweet with these canals here and there. It's almost like a mini Venice. but i swear, the amount of bicycles around is scary. they're everywhere. being ridden, parked at the side of the roads, on the pavements, against the buildings. in a parking lot...

we had chinese food for lunch. and dinner. hell, we come to europe to eat sorry attempts at asian food? after lunch we went to Gassan diamond factory. now i'm an expert on diamonds. =D teehee. but all those diamonds were so gorgeous. and i didn't get one.  after that we walked to the city. i mean like city central. Dam Square to be exact. i kept insisting it was dame square and that the stupid umbrella man didn't know how to pronounce D-A-M-E. but then it turned out ot be D-A-M, like amster-DAM; and i was so embarassed. oh yeah, he has a new nickname now... wait for it... ericgan, the umbrella man! oooh yeah. =P anyway, we had to walk to Dam Square cause all the roads were closed up due to this cannabis thing. which, i might add, i think is super cool. i spotted a cannabis college where they teach you how to smoke cannabis and all that shit, and you can even graduate. so cool.

i guess amsterdam is so much more amsterdam in the city central at night. super seedy, shifty, scary. i'm so sure that amsterdam is the only place where you can find cocaine hanging in packets in a shop window, next to a bag of weed. the shop next to it, might be selling soft toys or beanie hats. then, two shops down you see these humongous bongs of a million colours and patterns in the windows. and amsterdam is the only place you can find a Dora the Explorer backpack in the same shop wondow as a 7 inch long porcelain dildo. seriously. and everyone here like smokes on a regular basis. talk about second hand smoke. our tourguide fits right in. he smokes like a pipe.

after dinner, umbrella man, wanted to take us through red light district. no. not wanted to, kept insisting we just HAD to go. horny old smoker. and red light district is EXACTLY how i pictured amsterdam. there are those windows with curtains to exhibit hookers and billboards advertising all sorta stuff. shops selling sex toys and an entire shop dedicated to bondage and S and M. and so many porno dvd shops. all exhibited proudly. gosh. there were also a few live porno theathers. which is really very disgusting. met two new friends, Tania and Stephanie. Tania or Tanya or i don't know. well she was laughing continuosly throughout the journey. Luckily it was still early, at about 6 pm, twas already pitch black; and so none of them hookers came out yet. thank goodness.

oh and i forgot to add that on the plane there was this really cute three year old called Britt. and she beat me up. first she poked me in the eye, then she whacked me with a book. ow. violent baby.

back to the present. the hotel is really small, and disgustingly dirty. sigh. this is what you get for joining low budget tours. it's hell really. it's almost nine right now, but i'm really tired. so i'm off to bed.

i really hope there are no bed bugs,                                                                            trixie.

bye. bye. amsterdam.

and we arrive at the land where drugs are legal.

same day.

10.43 am -> Europe time.

Amsterdam, Holland

I'm writing on the bus right now and it's 6 degrees out and my hands are about frozen. You know my previous comment about improving english? yeah well that hope has been flushed down the toilet. our tourguide ericgan who looks like a drunk Chinaman, has about the worst English ever. quote "we should always use the jibra crossing" and "we are about to cross a tunnel" (later in the trip he added words spesial and belsium.) he can't speak english or cantonese properly. us back-of-the-bus seaters had a good time laughing. yes. we're all mean. anyway, so i was like please for the love of the Queen of Netherlands, who apparently had 16 children. i think, can't remember. help me. then he went, please rectify my english if you spot any wrong. =/ i was thinking like, if i bothered to do that, i'd take a decade or so.

anyway, enough about drunk guy. we reached amsterdam at about 5 or 6 something in the morning. then, WITHOUT rest, we left on a bus ride to Holland City. before i go on to descrbe beautiful, drug-legal amsterdam, i'll tell you all about how or trip got off on the wrong foot. first our flight was delayed and then the bus came late. garr. anyway, amsterdam is totally not how i expected it to be. i sorta expected a seedy old city with shifty-looking people, but amsterdam is really very pretty. it's. so. green. there are actually factories in the midst of forests of trees. and the grass is so green. the pun was not intended. the grass is greener on the otherside. of the world. but really. their grass is so much greener. literally.

holland. we went to this clog making factory and a cheese farm. i think the clogs are just adorable. too bad they were expensive. they had a demonstration for both places and at the clog place, the guy was trying to prove that the wood has lots of water in it, and he blew into the shoe and all the water just came out. so super cool. cheese was pretty normal. i tried so much cheese. i swear i'm going to be as huge as a house when i get back. gosh.

and then i finally see a real moulin (windmill), pretty cool. and at that place, there were loads of ducks and goats. oh and i saw a gnome! garden one of course. so now we're heading for the city. will write more when i have the time.

of ducks and goats,                                                                                                 trixie.

entry two complete. voila. 

ok. so i'm finally updating. it's 4 in the morning and i've decided that i'd better start updating since there's like a hell alot to talk about. also, wengyee keeps chasing me about it. i'm just gonna write everything like i wrote in that book. so it's gonna be present tense. hell, why am i getting into grammar at 4 in the morning? anyway.

curtain call. and action.

19th November 2006

8.25 am -> Malaysian time.

KLM Airlines, somewhere in the sky beyond.

well so far i've managed to survive eight hours on this horrible plane. apparently it wasn't French Airlines. twas Dutch. KLM to be exact. Dutch Royal Airlines, no wait, Royal Dutch Airlines. yeah. royal, my arse. firstly, there is hardly any leg space. i really pity marcus (leong not ho.) cause he's got really long legs. haha. actually i don't. i've been laughing at his predicament. yes, i'm devil's spawn. so sue me. anyway, then there are no screens. holy shit. they didn't even have cards. well they had these little screens on the ceiling up front and in six hours, i watched an accumulative amount of three movies. you, me and dupree, devil wears prada, and x-men 3. awww.. jean dies. -i'm sure everyone has watched the movie already so you can't blame me for spoiling it for you.

anyway, i didn't really watch the first two cause i spent that time sleeping. charmaine, mind you, sleeps like the dead. i woke up after that to eat ice cream. yes, they were serving ice cream. and instant noodles. totally. then everyone woke up and we played chotaiti. if that's how you spell it. i won 5 games to 3 against the two sibs. hah.

well, so now they're sleeping again and i have time to myself to 'blog'. - i nicknamed the book Arnie, in rememberance of Miss Lim who has left us to go to a better place. - no, she's not dead. she just left the school. sorry miss lime is this is in anyway offensive to you and your darling first name. heehee. oh god, now they're playing mr. bean. i'm sorry, showing. not playing. my english has turned for the worse. i hope this trip to europe will improve it.

from now till next time,                                                                                            trixie.

there. that's the first entry in that book. i think i'll post by countries cause if i didn't, this post would be waaaay too long.

has anybody watched that movie? its a bit NC-17, but damn funny. anyway,, i'm bout to leave. about an hour and a half more.

wish me luck. mother's all pms-y today. so the plane ride's gonna be hell. i guess when i get back, i'll have to make up for the eleven days, so i think i'm gonna take notes. sorta of a travel diary i guess. otherwise how will i remember the little details i like to blab about.

i'll talk about yesterday. we went to richard's house to celebrate his birthday which was on thursday. he had the cutest cake. courtesy yiwei and roxanne. then all the girls piled into richard's mother's car to go to ou. the guys had to walk. haha. we bowled and watched happy feet. it has come to a definite conclusion that i can't bowl for nuts. it's rather depressing.

puyi and melissa went to sunway today and i didn't get to go. well i guess it does make sense and all but still. i so wanted to go. oh and i want to see wengyee's new hair. will it be much of a difference? i don't know. ask her. anyway, i guess i have to go now and check that i haven't forgotten to pack anything. if i do, i'm most probably screwed.

happy holidays.

if you people have been reading wengyee's blog, you've probably found out about the murder mystery party thing. if you want to come you can leave a tag. but you must not object to dressing up, some ridiculous tasks and you also must be free and in malaysia on the 30th of december. or if you don't want to come, only if you've been invited.

anyway, PnA night was okay. my parents left early because the aircond went off before intermission. terrible. about jon's party and aleena's one, you can just go read wengyee's blog. too lazy to type it all out. the link is right there. "pssst, look right."

going to europe on saturday. weeeeeeeeee. no italy though. so sad. and i'm going to the city of love and romance without a hot guy. *sighs*

sad sad world this is.

i think i've pretty much memorised the aladdin script. not a big deal. i think half the school has. all they ever do is practice.

"Day after day all the prince ever does
Is practice, practice, practice
Thinking of her and the way that it was
Practice, practice, practice
He's not happy 'til he has attacked us" -The Swan Princess

disney movies rock. anyway, i'm sorry i haven't been updating. too busy fretting over what to wear for PNA night. gah. but i've just bought a pair of heels i totally love. now for the dress. formal nights with formal dressing are such hassles.

trixie hearts her new heels.

i'm boreed. so i'm learning indon from my indonesian friend who's mad at me cause i didn't join Skate Bandung. i'm sorry.

didn't do much today. saw raifana, lavender and some guys at sunway this morning. okay fine, not morning, about eleven-ish. i woke up late okay. and didn't say hi. yeah i'm so rude. don't care. hhmmpff.

i need song reccomendations. now i only have 800 something songs. haha. yeah yeah i have to delete some. tag with some nice song titles. be nice. i'll give you this huge plate of imaginary cookies.

they're right here --->

thank you. feel free to steal some cookies. bob baked them himself. for those of you who don't know bob, it sucks to be you. =D

Chickity China the Chinese chicken (that was totally random.)                                                          sometimes i surpirse myself at how random i am.

i think this song rocks.

BARENAKED LADIES -  One Week

It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side
and said I'm angry
Five days since you laughed at me saying 
Get that together come back and see me
Three days since the living room,
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman
I summon fish to the dish,
Although I like the Chalet Swiss
I like the sushi 
'Cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like Leann Rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin, achin shake 
I like vanilla, It's the finest of the flavors
Gotta see the show,
Cause then you'll know
The Vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it's so dangerous,
You'll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry
Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin X-Files with no lights on,
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting Frantic
Like Sting I'm Tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurosawa I make mad films
Okay I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my irons aren't always flying off the backswing
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry
Five days since I laughed at you and said
You just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie

you know why i like it? it's so totally random. wheee.

well, what i thought would be an incredibly short post, turned out long. not bad eh.