Spain

Vamos the Spainards twice over. Newly crowned champions of Europe, Spain has vindicated their constant under-achievement. In a span of 1 month, the Spanish has dominated the arena of sports. Firstly with Rafael's 4th straight French Open crown. Applauds to the way he won it. He absolutely destroyed Federer; 6-1, 6-3, 6-0! Federer looked like a mere spectator in that much hyped about match.

A month later, their football team brought back soccer's second most coveted trophy! It remains to be seen if Spain can finally win their first ever World Cup in 2010. I hope they do, cause they are the best team not to have won the World Cup. Also, thumbs up to Fernando Torres for his masterclass and touch that brought his country to their feet! Vamos Fernando and Rafael

Familiar

All too familiar, the scent, the people, the streets, the newspapers, the tv programs and most importantly, the language! The weather's not too familiar no longer since it became hotter! It is relentless...the sweltering heat...omg. There are just so much clothes u can shred before you get arrested.

Even while sleeping, I can feel pearls of perspiration forming at hard-to-reach areas (not what you are thinking!); back, the ankles. Not the birds nor the sunlight but the heat that usually spoils the sleep.

Now, since school is resuming, the chances of facing the heat is inevitably absolute.
The thought of riding in the bus is all too dreadful. Imagine squeezing with 5000+ other people, sweating secondary boys and sometimes girls, aunties, menial workers, sleepy tertiary students, the occasional BO dudes. You will be like, "What have I gotten myself into?" Then again, you are also part of the equation that makes other ppl's rides as unpleasant as yours.

It doesn't help when your bus is trapped and constantly overtaken by erratic taxis, rude executives driving their rides taking advantage of the sheer size and 'speed' of your bus. Add to the fact that some buses don't come with air-conditioning, the situation is just too depressing.

By the time the bus finally arrives at your school, you just feel like not doing anything at all. If anything, there is no such thing as climatizing to S'pore's unforgiving heat. The other alternative is to own your ride! Yeah rite, wait till you pump your tank...

Going Home

Going home after 5months and 2 days. Finally...It has been a great journey. This trip out has taken me to places I only dreamed of previously. As far down south as Rome to as up north as Kiruna. From the warmest places to the coldest. As I pen this post, it will be the last 48hrs that I will spend in Europe.

Here are the places I've visited: Stockholm, Kiruna, Oslo, Copenhagen, Helsingborg, Helsingor, Milan, Florence, Pisa, Rome, Venice, Amsterdam, Madrid, Barcelona, Paris, London, Cambridge, Interlaken, Luzern, Berlin, Munich, Vienna and Salzburg.

It is a bitter sweet affair for this trip. There were ups and downs like every other things. One of the most memorable things would have to be the souvenirs, keychains and other 'useless' decoratives, fortunately or otherwise, therefore I bought them, to be reminded of the places I visited.

eNd oF seMestEr tRiP

Approaching now is the end of semester trip. Mixed feelings of wanting to go back yet wanting to stay. Anyway, come tomorrow, I will set off for a 21days trip. First stop; Berlin -> Madrid ->Barcelona ->Paris ->Interlaken->Salzburg->Vienna->Munich ->Berlin ->Copenhagen->Singapore.

Welcome to the family

Welcoming a new member to my family...a Corolla Altis...She is a light drinker. She makes 14km on a litre of fuel. Anyway, it's not mine...I hope to be able to exercise my license to drive, but it is subjected to my brother's approval...."-__-"

Saddest of my life

Most anniversaries are worth celebrating, but however, there is one which is dreaded. No prizes for guessing which one I was referring to if you know me well enough. haha...

Today marks my granny's first year of passing. Here is a poem dedicated to her.

Somewhere above you are
Shades of blue below we stay
Away from us we are far
Pain remain with us till this day

Eighty eight summers came and gone
Elegance and class you exude
Joy and happiness we got
Till the last day you elude
With grandpa dearest why must you?

One more day I ask
Not to be it seems
A minute I ask
Not to be it seems

A year came and gone
The day you left did not