I live in Asia and sometimes I get hungry, so learning to cook mean dishes is my goal but until that day comes, I shall go out to dine, enjoy good food and make myself hungry occasionally so that I look great. That sounds bimbo, eh? Because it's fake. I'm not what you think I am. Welcome to my anon blog. P.S I can cook.
There was this Hispanic fucker who tried to molest me in the crowd at the festival. At first I thought it was a misunderstanding since the place was very crowded but later, I noticed him following me so I quickly dodged away and tried to blend in with others. I told my sister that someone seemed to be following us. She took me to the side and called her friends. When I thought it was safe and as I was walking towards my sister's friends, I felt a hand brushing past again and saw the same motherfucker with her fingers spread open. He instantly knew that I finally found out and he scurried away like the vermin he is. I'd have stormed up, punched him in the nose, kicked his balls real hard and screamed profanities were it not for the throngs of people pushing me away. I hate to think that he thinks he got away and that I'm one of those timid, submissive Japanese adolescents (read: easy targets) in cheap porn he fucking watch at home.
ARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHH.
it makes me hate latinos, latinas and all spanish/middle-eastern permutations. DIE.
I walked a little ahead of the group of people I joined at the fest since they're technically not really my friends (my sister's) and then I noticed this young Indian man following me. I gave him a murderous look before swiftly joining my sis' group again for security. He turned away and started taking pictures or pretended to. I didn't see him around so I thought that's that but about ten minutes later, when the girls stopped to discuss where to go next, I saw him a couple of meters away from me again. I pulled out my cardigan and bit on a toothpick in an attempt to look tough. He looked me in the eye and I stared back. No blinking. Five seconds. He looked away nervously and left.
I'm always on guard whenever I'm in a crowd because similar incidents have happened before. Outside Duomo in Italy, two greasy 30-something-looking men followed my sis and I at the square. I saw one of them whispering something to the other while looking at us so I grabbed my sis and hastened away from the center of the square, saying that we should move on and check out what the commotion is about around the perimeter of the square. If you've been to Milan, you'd know how huge the square is. All around it, some kind of sports exhibition was going on so we walked towards the area showcasing karate moves. All the participants were non-Asians and as I turned to the side to point this out to my sis, I saw the two men right beside her. I panicked, whispered to her about it and we headed straight towards the metro from there.
what the eff is wrong here? Is it me? Or are there just too many perverts in Europe?
I don't wear revealing clothing. In fact, I do not own a single seductive piece of clothing nor do I ever give anyone any sort of indication that I am a gullible person. For example, I know I look like a medusa who knows her shit. And I don't take crap from others. Even my professors told me this.
I never flirt with strangers. I don't think I look like someone who sucks at English and most of all, I'm always with someone and all the perverts were aware of this before they decided to make their moves.
I'm racking my brains to find the clue, change it and live in peace.
I love Amsterdam so much that I decided to learn Dutch from now on.
This place reminds me of home (but better in layout and safety) that I couldn't stop gushing to my mom about how much I love it when I called her earlier this afternoon.
My heart was singing as I walked down the streets filled with wonderful stores and kind locals who have been nothing but gracious to me since I stepped down from the airplane.
The country and I started on the wrong foot actually. The night of my arrival in Eindhoven, I took the wrong train bound for the southern area instead of Amsterdam in the north. A conductor humored and guided me back on track and even went so far as to let the north-bound train conductor know that I wouldn't need to buy another ticket. Before I boarded the delayed train, another staff baby-ied my exhausted sister and I again by making sure that we know where to stop but trains in Holland are fickle so we ran into another problem soon after. The trains probably have dozens of delays and diversions every single day. The right train arrived almost one hour late and when I got back to Eindhoven, everyone got down instead of staying on all the way to Amsterdam Centraal - the supposed final stop. I panicked because my mind told me that there is no way NOBODY is going to Amsterdam on that train but my sister insisted that we were on the right train because the staff back at the other station told us so. A man at the end of the queue exiting the train kept looking at both of us and finally walked back towards us and asked whether we speak English. I said yes and he explained that because of the delays, the train wasn't going any further. That was really nice of him to do, isn't it? After all, he could have just walked out and assumed that we would figure out in a minute or two that the train is going nowhere and then we'd look like fools exiting the train late. Despite all that and the confusion involved, it turned out that we were on the right train but the generosity given to me by these strangers who speak a different tongue made a lasting impression on me and that is something I'd always be thankful for. That train route was diverged again later on but the conductor made an English announcement so we changed trains correctly and finally, finally reached Amsterdam around 9 PM, two hours behind our schedule.
I had tons more fun the next day but that's another story for another day.
If there is one European city I wouldn't mind living in, it'd be this.
I've arrived in Milan a little early to check into the hotel, but awake and excited nonetheless. It charges about 3 euro for 1 hour of wifi use so I'm stealing wifi from any available connection nearby from the hotel lobby. gratis is always better.
This is the first time I'm blogging while traveling!
12 hours have passed and my blog is STILL DOWN. -_-;;;;;;;;;
I might really have to get that help after all, Aviraj. Once it's up and I back up all the files, that is.
My laptop is running out of juice. gotta run. ciao!
I have a blog where I don't blog so anonymously and I post many, many pictures but since it is essentially just a blog, I bought dirt cheap hosting for it and you can already guess where this story is heading. Uptime is highly unreliable and even though my webhost guarantees (my ass) 95% uptime, I highly doubt my blog has been up 95% of the time since it was first started.
Just take today for example, it's been down for over 4 hours and it is still down! I'm getting frustrated because I need to change the email for any queries from visitors there. I just realised today that downtime means my name@domain.com email address doesn't work as well so I need to change the contact email to something that works preferably most of the time.
You get what you pay for :'(
I want to look for alternative hosting somewhere else but since it's just a blog and has very low readership (I think I'm one of two readers), it doesn't justify using a great webhost that requires monthly payment. I know a lot of people offer domain hosting out there BUT most of them require the potential hostees to show some degree of HTML and webdesign competency, even asking for examples of previous webdesigning skill, which I have none of whatsoever. I'm fairly competent in using Photoshop and I've designed websites for school projects using Dreamweaver before but I want to use a premade template for my blog and most individual hosts dislike that so this leaves me with no other option than to stick with my current host!
I'm really frustrated.....and I'm even thinking of asking my brother's friend to host my blog when I fly back home at the end of the month. It means he'll know the existence of said blog but I guess I don't mind. haha. In the meantime, let me check...ugh. yeah. It's still down. *pulls hair* Ah, well, nothing important there anyway. I need to back up database and files just in case everything suddenly crashes. You never know with these cheap hosts..
Anyone knows anybody who's kind enough to host a mundane day-to-day blog of an average girl? I'll share lame jokes as payment as I have nothing else to offer. haha. just kidding.
I'm flying to Italy in a little more than half a day and embarking on a new trip already even though I haven't penned anything about my Spain trip. Time really flies *snap*snap*snap* and it's been a week already. I hate Spain though so I don't think anyone would be surprised if I don't say anything about it. It's not too hard to dislike Spain if you've been to third-world countries and had better experiences there. Stereotypes have pros and cons but they definitely serve a purpose and prove a pattern in which people from same cultural groups act in general. It's mean to stereotype but when the evidences come up again and again, I can't be bothered to be nice or politically right. lol
I'm not in the pink of health to travel but I can't wait to do so! Please do not let me be disappointed, Italy.
Some side updates:
one of the flatmates smokes pot EVERY single day. I'm just a guest here. can't say or do anything.
If anyone is going to the Tomatina festival in Spain next Wednesday, I'll be there with you among the throngs of people covered in splattered tomatoes.
I'm in love with this song and the whole album, basically. The music's been playing on my iTunes for hours. "This time, baby, I'll beeee.......bulletttttproof."
Anyway, I deleted my old blog which was started years ago in an attempt to keep some overseas friends updated. Things have changed and a few of them are off my radar now. I know they still read my blog and I felt uncomfortable with that so all I ever posted recently were shopping entries (because I'm a shopaholic like that). I thought, "that ought to keep them entertained" but it didn't. They wanted to know what I do besides shopping online and in real life, which, in all honesty, is actually pretty much the same as what other females my age and situation do: sleep, shop, lunch, dine, blog, shop online, read, take pictures, listen to new songs, blackberry-ing like an addict (I'm ashamed but yes, I'm one of those annoying people who are always on their blackberry-s) and stumble upon a minutely interesting thing every once in a while. That is all. But no, that is not enough for them even though they really have no rights to nudge me about updating seriously since they only update about once every changing season (the audacity!). Perhaps it is because I used to blog very frequently and with somewhat more heart into it than just posting what new bags or shoes I buy. However, as I said, things have changed. I feel like I'm writing for an audience instead of for myself. It no longer served its purpose as a cathartic outlet and medium for me to reach precious ones (I can always email the ones I keep in contact with) so I decided to delete the blog, but not before I moved some of its contents to a safer, new space in the world wide web. In the process of reading these backentries, I rediscovered the old self that, perhaps, is hiding or has disappeared in the current me. I used to write with such abandon and humour but not so much anymore even though I'm still a very cheerful person in real life (imo). Oh wells, there is nothing bad in growing up. I regret little because life has been great to me. because I embrace and treasure what I have always.
The polish on my newly manicured nails are chipping already. Dastard. You get what you pay for :( This manicure was only $10. Hahaha...never going back there again. I mean, I just went this afternoon and it's already chipping?!? Come on, I didn't even do the dishes today.
ahh, La Roux music is filling my head.
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