January 21- February 6, 2006.
I work for like 2 weeks then take off on a nearly month long vacation with the family... My pay for January is like 50 for the first week then 50 for the second and 30 for the third week cause I worked only for 3 days. And so, 16 days went by like a gust of wind.
The first thing that shook me from my senses that I'm back in Singapore is the pilot announcing on the plane that the weather is 30 degrees outside... And seeing perverted men at the immigration desk. People driving on the left side. Next, hearing that the gce results will be out on Friday, which scares the hell out of me. The countless nights in September- November pulling all nighters practicing math and writing out definitions thousands of times for Biology. I know I'm in for a tough week at work, with debates on Friday night, the 89 class phototakings, and back to back classes of attachment with only a half an hour break after uh, 3 straight hours of 2 classes on Sunday. I'd still rather be in Val D'Isere skiing now. This doesn't seem to be right. I'm not sleepy and it's 1:38am local time. Don't have a cellphone since mine is spoilt and it's impossible to contact me until March, which is when the father says he'll change the phone for me which sucks... Being uncontactable isn't fun.
OHH WELL. I NEED GOOD LUCK, I DON'T EVEN HAVE TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT. Too many things on my mind which I have to do. Developing photos, burning cd's for the family, doing the laundry, sorting out the gifts etc.
A little bit about my vacation... I landed in London at 3pm local time (GMT) on the 21st of January after a 14.5 hour flight, and threw up water cause I was bloody dehydrated and ate 2 boxes of cup noodles among tons of biscuits... Singapore Airlines service isn't that good, when they aren't serving they forget what soda you asked for...so it gave me the opportunity to go to the back of the plane to ask for vodka and orange juice. I had to be super careful, by asking for 3 cups of orange juice everytime I wanted a shot of vodka, and drank while standing at the galley. So in total I had like 9 cups of orange juice. Mum didn't suspect anything. Was jet lagged and ended up eating Macdonalds on the street which our service apartment was located and slept at around 7pm local time. England is home to all the fucking coolass bands and singers like Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, The Pretenders, Deep Purple, Radiohead, Muse, Def Leppard, Arctic Monkeys, The Animals, Suede, Simply Red, David Gray, The Who, Elton John, Eric Clapton, Whitesnake, Sting, Coldplay, Jamiroquai, Fleetwood Mac, Pet Shop Boys, David Bowie, The Beatles, Bee Gees, Ting Tings, Oasis, Buzzcocks, Pink Floyd, The Kooks, Johnny Foreigner, Visited Waterloo Bridge, Westminister Abbeys, Covent Garden, Leicester Square, the British Museum, V & A museum, Greenwich and Oxford in London to name a few. England is the home to... I watched Blood Brothers and a few musicals, which had weird idiots sitting behind me who were drunk and on cannabis, could fuckin smell it... and tried to start a fight. Went skiing in Val D'Isere and the 4 hour bus ride from Lyon in France was ultimate horror. I got so dizzy and wanted to throw up.
Stayed in a small chalet/lodge and we had a housekeeper who prepared breakfast and dinner daily, her cooking was so damn fucking good that I licked the plates clean even when the appetisers were all vegetables. And my ski instructor was amazing, Gareth or Gavin, either one is his name.. he's got a double degree from Oxford. I'm killing myself for not taking a picture with him. In the village there were hot men everywhere I swear and I tried to check them out but the parents never allowed me to...
The ugly part was the mother refused to go skiing with the troll and father and she followed me because of stupid reasons that she wasn't feeling confident though she's way better than me in skiing. She didn't want me to have G to myself when I went up the chairlifts because she knew I would talk trash and I couldn't say much, which sucks. And the housekeeper was only 21, a true countryside girl from Edinburgh. Had alot of fun with her talking about the winter olympics... Ahh Speaking of that my ski instructor, yes, he taught the whole family skiing but at different levels... with alot of waiting at the lifts... he competed in the world championships and went for Olympic trials in 1998 and 2002 for Great Britain but didn't win. WOW. And the operator of the lodge was a jolly good old guy who couldn't stop talking on the bus from Lyon to Val D'Isere. I wanted to get a photo with him but he ran off at the airport and I had to go pass the immigration counter.
Flight from Heathrow to Singapore sucked dick. 13 hours in hell. I kept saying I was going to die because there was turbulence for like 2 hours straight, twice. I only drank like 1 shot of jack daniels with a can of coke. And I thought I was going to throw up but didn't. The ride from hell was over. And you know something? I DIDN'T SMOKE AT ALL FOR THE WHOLE VACATION!
Can't wait for another trip.
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