@hongkong airport, about to board.
Trip’s been alright. Bringing back 25kg worth of clothes and shoes.
Nothing much else to update about, signing off here.
Cheers to my last trip of the year!
Drats, the accouncement for the delay of my flight just when off, gonna have to wait for another hour.
Still, cheers and goodbye, can’t love it more over here.
I’ve been meaning to blog for ages but there’s seem to be some technical issues with explorer and my wordpress page. Well there are tons of other alternative to go about, say firefox, but well i just didn’t bothered. Maybe i was meaning it that hard afterall.
In all ways, i’m blogging to you live from my tab which would most probably explain for all funny spellings found. Not because of typo or any annoying self-correct function, i just can’t spell. Perhaps it’ll be actully good to have auto-correct function. That should save me from some embarassement.
I’m leaving the country again for what it seems like the last holiday for the year and before classes were to kick in again. This might sound a little wrong or airy or just proud but i’m kind of exhausted from all this travelling. Good experience no doubt, but would have definitely like it better if . . . (i’m lazy to type it out, you may fill in whatever you deem approprate). I’m almost certain that i’ve got the last word wrong. Can’t seem to figure out what it is, so hack.
I’ll be headed for hong kong in just about 6 hours away.
Enjoy your stay in sg and have an awesome weekend ahead.
I’ll blog from hk if i ever feel like to.
Goodbye!
Your world CRUMBLES. (title, please!)
Not only am I an irritating perfectionist, I’ve now developed some slight shopaholic issues.
Karen Millen is one.
But first, allow me show you the piece and perhaps you’ll crumble in sentiments with me.
The pictures are Prt Sc-ed, so that explains for the picture quality.
Nevertheless, HOW GORGEOUS! It’s limited edition at euro 140. Could have got it at sing 110. Got it on and the texture was simply awesome. Really soft, really comfy. The ultimate to-school attire! Okay, I might have gone overboard on that, but it’s still good to go for school isn’t it? Maybe it’s a little formal, but seriously, when have I not dressed formally. Even in situations that are totally unnecessary for. In short, dressing overly formal, overly mature is just my style. Now, that’s the thing I wanna put on!
Life cannot get any worse.
Actually it can, and it did but I’m not gonna go into it today.
THE DRESS!!! ):
Well, sorry for making you read this though. Rather dumb a post, I admit.
Y.thegood (can’t bring myself to type “angel”):
When some things are out of your reach, you just have to let it go don’t you?
Y.theevil:
But, but, but, I HAD IT ON YOU KNOW!
Y.themiddleofbothwhichistherealvirtualone:
There’s always gonna be another denim shirt dress somewhere out there labelled with your name waiting for you to discover and purchase it home some day. You’ve got to move along or you’ll never find the one that’s truly destined for you.
Y.behindthecomputerscreen,continuingherdramaspeechmood:
I’m pretty sure that one’s got my name labelled on it. And it’s labelled in this one exact way “YILIAN-herultimateshirtdress,pickmehome,putmeinyourclosetwiththeotherclothes,wearittwiceandforbitmeagaintoeverseesunlight”
Y.behindthecomputerscreen,offherdramaspeech stating:
Yeah it’s true. Something so distinct is usually worn only a numerous times during a certain period and after which I’ll never put it on again. The sad sad truth. Well that just double (I’m not gonna state the first - my Mom’s reason) justified why I shouldn’t get to own it doesn’t it?
All that grumbling above relieved the sorrow I was burdened with when I left the dress and headed home.
Hahaha.
Well I was seriously, a tiny whiny upset about it.
How can anyone not be?
Till next time, when I have something more constructive to blog about.
Hmmm, say heels. How about that one? In fact, I do have one about the heels? If your interested to read spam my comment box!
Ha, well I only said that because I’m clear aware that people who read, don’t.
Your basically prevented from this agony.
Okay, when I type “Till Then”, I’ve seriously gonna learn to mean it and stop myself from blabbering on.
goodbye.
Some are literal, others are internal. (By now, it should struck you that this might have got something to do with the title, hopefully.)
Europe is pretty fantastic, but not always awesome though.
Like the airport. TSK, TSK, TSK. In terms of looks and their officers rate of execution, TSK TSK TSK. Singapore, THUMPS UP for you!
On Working Hours. Workers welfare there seems excellent in comparison to SG. Shops average closing time is at 6pm. So yup, night movement over there is rather limited. Oh, by shops I mean malls and pharmacy, etc. That’s not all. Shops closes on SUNDAY. CLOSED. To be once again specific, shops includes mall, pharmacy and BOUTIQUE. Branded boutique. Tours with tight schedules will literally leave those desperate to shop to tears. Shopping over there is like WAR. Elaborate on later.
On Customer Service. Over in Europe it seems like their people have a world of time twisted around their fingers. From an Asian point of view, their movement and actions can only be explained by one possibility – someone hit a slow motion button on them. There is absolutely no sense of urgency in them, even when it comes to matters relating to their commission. To round their service in one word, I would say SNAIL-LIKE. And that totally adds up to the frustration you receive when you are on a shopping war against Europe. But this isn’t exclusive to the retail line. You’ll find similar problems in restaurants, which isn’t too big of a surprise cause common knowledge would have indicated that their long dinning hours might be attributed to slow service. But honestly, I would say that our (or my) imagination of their slowness is almost a flattery to their service. In reality, they work around four times slower than in my imagination. THAT SLOW.
Those two above were internal shouts. This one that I’m mentioning was an external one. On Racialism. It was just this one particular case that made me felt this way. To be fair, we were treated with lots of passion and we have certainly met locals (as in Europeans) over there that were extremely helpful and friendly (sometimes too friendly). I was in some part of Italy (erm, actually the one where you can find Michelangelo’s David statue) trying to enter a Canehl (I mixed the alphabets up) boutique when we were stopped by the doorman. There were certainly no signs of a queue (cause we were the only ones standing outside the shop) and the boutique looks empty enough to accept our entrance (meaning, there were staff available to serve). So in my deduction from the man’s expression and from my personal observation, it was deliberate. But just that alone didn’t make it necessary for me to act upon anything cause queueing is almost like a second nature to Singaporeans. However I have to stress, the tone from the doorman was certainly unpleasant. So what eventually made me did my literal shout? Well, there were four Europeans who came by shortly after we were stopped from entering and after a simple exchange of words (in Italian) to the doorman they were allowed in. Now, if that doesn’t qualify for fury, I don’t know what else does. So here’s what I shouted.
With eyes focused on Shan’s, I shouted ” WHAT?! HAVEN’T WE BEEN HERE FIRST?!”.
I made it sound like a question I was posing to SHAN but I was actually shouting right to the doorman, whom I totally managed to shock. Of course, that includes Shan. Well, on her account, she wasn’t expecting an outburst from me.
Seeing to the fact that we weren’t allowed in perhaps because we’re yellow or (if I were to put it across more delicately) discriminated then there’s absolutely a point to tell them that we are no-simple yellow-skinned.
What better way to say it with an ACCENT. The one that I usually speak with has no origin whatsoever. I simply speak with a slang. On the other hand, the one that I shouted, was what I could recognise or intended to be British. Why British, cause I ain’t familiar with the American style (despite sitcom). Then how do you know the British if you ask. Well, thank you HARRY POTTER. With all british actors in the movie and the utmost attention given while watching the movie, I’ll perhaps be dumb not to have picked up a thing or two. Haha, alright I wasn’t exactly truthful there. Well, it’s true on the Potter part. While watching the behind-the-scenes of HP, I realised that the British (or actually Emma Watson) have a specific style of pronouncing words with alphabet ”A” and ”E” in them. Their style of doing so makes a drastic difference to what you’ll hear from Singapore’s english or the American’s way even if it’s the same words. I did do a deliberate selection of the words before my outrage. If you’ll allow me to point it out to you, the words are “wHAt”, “HAven’t” and “HEre“. “H” plays a part too. I did try to experiment screaming these words out again, but nah, the effect aren’t as good as it was back then. I suppose impulse and guts are contributing factors to its say, success.
Ho, and having digressed this far, I ought to get back to the doorman’s response. Well, he certainly did manage to get the point of my outburst so he bent forward (because I was relatively shorter) to state courteously that they were allowed in first because they made APPOINTMENT.
Now here’s my internal flow of outbreak: REALLY?! APPOINTMENT?! Perhaps I’m too ignorant to know that they attend or have services like APPOINTMENT (well, considering their poor service, I seriously doubt if they actually do) but can APPOINTMENT simply be verified VERBALLY? A doorman without any checklist or APPOINTMENT SCHEDULE on his hand is able verify that these ladies truthfully made APPOINTMENT?! Do you even have their names, SIR? So what exactly is it based on MISTER??? Now don’t mind me pointing fingers at you calling you a racist when the logic flow is not even in existence.
The literal response on my part to his explanation was an arrogant nod and impatient stamping of my feet. I was in a foreign land. That was the furthest I could have gone. Besides, I can’t point it to his face and say that he’s most probably lying. That way, we’ll never get in. But in all ways, the derived satisfaction is huge cause I relayed a message. A message stating that we’re not some poor, third-world country tourist who can’t speak languages you presume elegant or superior. Our shoes, are easily as good as your and as worthy to be stepping on your boutique’s WELCOME mat. Well, that would all apply only if (haha, cross-fingers) I did a good imitation of the British accent which I erm, hope I managed all good. Still ~.
On Worker’s Attitude. Strikes are common, met one during my trip there but that’s not a point that I feel necessary to complain. What is, would be boutique sales assistant’s attitude. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that the tourist are sort of over-whelming in terms of their attitude (it all starts with a ”C”, if you can link it up in logic) or there are simply too many of us to handle that they become restless. Nevertheless, the service is really not of satisfactory, almost frustrating. I was in this SHORTchamp boutique (this is really simple to figure, put on your thinking hats folks) where goods are practically all out of stock despite the sales claiming that they restock twice a day. But having not been able to purchase the bag you wanted was one issue another bigger one was that it is sky-high difficult to get a sales person to attend to you. And without one, there’s no way you can get your hands onto a new bag. With ticking limited time, low stocks of bags plus slow and unenthusiastic sales (meaning, the shop assistant), it leaves you desperate I tell ya. You’ll literally have to STOP one nastily or jump around like a monkey (joking, but in fact, both ways wouldn’t work I assure you) to grab their attention. Having grab their attention is not all, they must be WILLING to serve you. Try approaching a sales who’s already attending to someone and they’ll simple shoot you off with ”I only have two hands.”. Arrogant huh?! Well, we did manage to find a way to get someone to attend to us eventually, but it was no easy task I assure you. Besides having to struggle with the workers, you compete against the Chinese who can purchase 15 bags of the same size, cut and colour at one go leaving you with none. True story.
To end off part one, I’ll say shopping in branded boutiques like IV is like shopping in the markets of China. Not that there is any bargaining of prices. What there is, is erm tons Chinese, queueing and bulk purchase (it’s as if they are buying one week’s worth of vegetable for their family but please equivilate it to bags for the comparison to be valid).
Or better still - You Fast They Slow and Very Furious.
HA, that’s the most appropriate phrase.
My mood is on a swing.
I have no slightest desire to blog at all, but I’m forcing myself to do it. Well obviously, if not what it is exactly are you reading right now?
Erm. ‘
Yeah, you know.
You obviously know.
Well……….
How about some life update?
Sweet huh?
Erm, I’ve been considering really hard whether if I should pick up the violin again. Mostly out of the agitation that I get from my Mom who couldn’t stop questioning me on why it is that I just wouldn’t bring out the violin to play a piece or two during her afternoon tea session, ALL THE TIME, ALL OUT OF THE BLUE. Like seriously, play the violin while she’s sipping tea?! It makes me fume so badly. And to think that she was the one who stopped me from continuing my lessons. ARGH! That aside, I really don’t mind picking up an instrument to play for leisure. Well, any except the Clarinet. Worse memories.
eRm, and then, erm, university.
I’m starting school really soon. Next month actually.
Will it be okay for me to end it here?
I suppose the OS in your head should go like “WHAT? Your just gonna end here after announcing that school’s starting soon for you?! That’s all?! Which university is it that your going to?! Ought to tell us don’t you think???”.
Haha.
SIM, RMIT, Business Management.
Not exactly what I wanted, but erm, I’m cool.
Moving off with life.
Okay, by JUST, I meant some 2 days ago. (Refer to the title, oh please)
Blue Blue Sky, Bored Bored Life. That’s right, I’m being extremely random here. We all know.
Well that’s not the only thing my Dad told me over the weekend.
Another includes, in life, happiness always seems to slip by really quickly while sadness often seems to linger on for eternity. He said that in chinese, and I’ll say I’ve made an awesome translation of his words.
THEN, my Mom dragged me into the bank while I refused profusely (Because I was totally under-dressed. In my defence, I wasn’t told that we were heading to the bank before hand.) saying we should take it as a learning experience. Learn how people work, and observe the human behaviour.
I can swear that such observation is driving me nuts. It seems as if these are a standard set of SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) whenever I’m out in the world. She repeats this SO FREQUENTLY, it is literally drilled into my head and it ANNOYS me.
Now, I’m done and good.
Ta.
Before that, I just have to point it out that this post seems 6 years late. You know, those teenage days when teens like to engage in never-ending grumble about life? Yeah, it seems like it’s happening now.
Alright, I have been grumbling all year through, every year. But simply in a more subtle manner.
That makes me a class apart ya know.
