I’ve never regarded myself as a workaholic but I think two weeks of holiday from Malaysia is just about enough for me! Okay, maybe not so much the working part but I just want to come home and get on with life. It’s like I put it on pause and it feels kind of unsettling.
I’m missing three weeks of my final year. I try not to worry. Really! Missing out on the juniors’ orientation and stuff. Btw, I heard that the medicine people did the batch 5’s orientation..wtf? It’s one of the few things we poor boring dental people look forward to each year.
I’m having a lovely time here in the UK despite the painful prices my father has to pay for simple meals and everything is totally unaffordable. The shopaholic in me is dying inside… I. need. my. shopping. malls. I need shoeeess.(as in to feed my addiction)
Speaking of shoes, I actually saw some really nice one in Paris. Pretty colours in leather-like material and for like 15 Euros, which is, what, about RM80? Pricey but what one would expect to pay for a nicer pair of heels. Sigh. Shop shop shop. Maybe I need to see a shrink.
I just got back from my europe trip.
Amsterdam – need to go back without the parents (KIDDING, DAD).
Switzerland – totally gorgeous! Ever seen a clear river in the middle of the city?
Germany – was in the suburbs. Bah.
Paris – I think I’m in love.
And the cold weather is making me miss Chee Kiang more. Haha, poor thing only get missed in low temperatures. Kidding lah, I can’t wait till we both graduate and then get a place together. Counting the days. 🙂
So yeah, favourite city by far? PARIS! Omg.
I always thought artsy fartsy people are pretentious and I always roll my eyes at people who give up everything to ‘chase their dreams to be an artist’ but now I see the light. I really do.
I didn’t get to go see the Louvre as I heard the Mona Lisa is so small. Probably about the size of my laptop.
I’m not particularly interested in those big names and stuff but I wouldn’t mind that when I know a bit more! I went around (and got lost) in Montmartre. It’s a village where most artists from Paris go to showcase their work.
I THINK I WANT TO START PAINTING!!
Saw thisÂ particularly gorgeous one of two fluffy cats looking out at the Moulin Rouge (which I saw with my own eyes btw when we got lost!). I don’t understand how they manage to make the colour shine so brightly, like there are really lights coming out. I want to paint LIKE THAT. And there’s another kind of painting style which I adore. I think they call it water colour painting. You know, like very light pastel shades carelessly painted within black outlines but not totally staying within the lines, do you know what I mean?
First thing to do when I get home: Buy artblock.
If I hadn’t gone up to the Eiffel tower, I would probably have to make another trip back to Paris just to go up the metal structure. Which I did. 🙂 We thought we didn’t have enough time but dad made sure that my brother and I went up the tower. NO ONE TOLD US THAT YOU HAD TO CLIMB ALL THE WAY UP TO THE SECOND FLOOR. Dad and mum certainly didn’t say anything, so cheeky. Mervyn and I were almost dead. Imagine, ending your life climbing the Eiffel tower.
And I never knew that those blinking lights come on at night! And the colours of Paris at night? Ratatouille was totally telling the truth.