I don't know what prompt me to click on the "older post" link to re-read my blog posts.
Awwwwwww. They were all so cuteeee!
I know it's kinda weird and inappropriete for one to tell others that one WAS cute, but really I was so cuteeeeeeee! hahahaha (I think I might still be cute now at 22 but that's out of topic.)

There were so many memories and stories that made me write what I wrote.
The awesome ones, the exciting ones, the funny ones (I don't know how can I write about farting -_-), and ohhh.. the heart wrenching sad ones, and the angry ones...... :P
What a roller coaster of emotions!! xD

In Seoul, I've never got the time to write, to draw, moreover to re-read my own blog posts.
And now back at home, with all my lazy bones laid around the house, I've got plenty of time to do whatever I love doing.

Btw, writting was left hanging halfway cz I was chatting with my fav aunty.

Beauty attracts attention, no question.
Short skirts, short shorts, tight jeans potray sexiness,
but that being said, IT DOES NOT mean "I WANT SEX"

I don't know what I'm writting anymore.
BYE WORLD.

The love that I'm witnessing in front of my eyes is...
Quarreling three times a day.
In the morning, afternoon and evening.
And being able to make up after each fight.

I'm amazed and in awe that love is still going strong.
I'm blessed to be able to witness it, to be a part of it.

<3

BEIJING

The first thing we did in Beijing was to eat the famous "Peking duck". I don't know what's with my that face but that's the only picca of me with the duck. We went around 3pm and the waiter insisted that we eat "the last duck" they have. The restaurant was supposed to be close after lunch and reopen for dinner.

We find the Chinese really funny when they turned off all their AC and left laiyee and I eating in the very hot restaurant. Halfway gobbling down the duck, they even put out the lights. We were not piss at all, it's afteral our first meal, and we find the Chinese very interesting. :)

Beijing was really HOT. The sun was buring hot. Crazy burning hot. For Beijing, we initially planned to take the four-hour-hike up Simatai Great Wall but was told by the local tour agencies that the Simatai and Mutianyu were closed down due to construction. We didn't want to go to Badaling for we heard that it is way too commercialized and there are just too many tourists visiting Badaling.

Frustrated and exasperated, we then decided to have a beer each, and being a bad drinker, I was all fuzzy and with the sound system on the side of the roads blaring their speakers "Badaling Great Wall, Badaling Great Wall!", we booked a Great Wall trip form rmb 60 each and paid a deposit of rmb 50. DO NOT BOOK THAT TOUR!! Apparently they bring you to Badaling where it is prettily reconstructed and full with boiterious tour groups. They also bring you to another two places, the Ming Tombs and another place but they aren't that nice. Also, they waste your precious touring time by bringing you for "shopping".

Still fuzzy over that one can of Tsing Tao, both of us went back to our air-conditioned room and dozed off. We later learned from other backpackers who actually travelled to Mutianyu Great Wall, so we decided to burn the 50yen deposit for Badaling.

We took a subway to the bus station out of city and took a bus for rmb10( forgot the names of the destinations :( ), and book a taxi for rmb 100 to take us to the Great Wall. The driver waited for us and bring us back to the bus stop.

Mutianyu was niceeeee. There weren't too many people around. We even took the exact same cable car as Clinton up to the Great Wall. Out of so many cable cars. Imagine!

Lucky lucky us! ^^/

The moment we set foot on the Great Wall I got the same chill I felt when I was in Angkor Wat, even though the sun was blazing at 40 degrees. The Great Wall was magnificient and it is hard to imagine how ancient people could have created it.

Some crazy steep steps that could kill. :( I was terrified going down those steps but Laiyee was busy teasing asking me to SMILE SMILE for this picca.

Spotted a bride taking piccas for her wedding album. Mind you, to pose under the blazing sun. Just imagine what women can endure to get a good picca.

Temple of heaven.

Bird nest olympic stadium. There are better, clearer, prettier piccas in laiyee's dslr.

Pangu 7 star hotel. There was a spining Porche beside the bar but it's nowhere to be seen in this picca.

Our very friendly hostel receptionist. Her name is "Travel". :)

The Forbidden City, too many people, overly crowded, we decided to just look at it from the top of the hill in a garden opposite it.

Wangfujing street, they sell geli food. -_- star fish and seahorses. OMG -_____-

Random hawker food for breakie.

Random old man playing the erhu and singing, he was really good. Was very impressed by this old man and donated some money to him. Respected the fact that he's playing on the street instead of begging. TT

Fooling around with a Chinese opera mask.

I didn't like Beijing that much, it was way too hot, crowded, and noisy.

I know it's the Chineses' culture to walk around with their shirts pulled up revealing their disturbing bellies but I guess I just cannot bring myself to accept that.

All in all, Beijing was fine. It's a city with lotsa history and full of culture but comparing Beijing to Xian and Sichuan, I much prefer the latter two.

Gonna end here, shall follow up with Xian and Sichuan.

During my stay in South Korea, I tried to stopover and tour as many countries as I could whenever I get the chance to travel back to Malaysia.
So far I've been to Japan, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, New Zealand and I've never wanted to go out when I stopover in Taipei or Hong Kong.
There's just no urge to go to a Chinese based country.

I had been eyeing China for a long time but I had never tried hard enough to go there, a part of me somehow didn't like it that much. (Despite being a Malaysian-chinese)

When Laiyee and I booked our tiks to China, we didn't plan much, we were fooling around wasting time, totally unprepared for the China trip.
Maybe both of us weren't that into China afterall.

I was actually craving for Malaysia and with my parents being god-damned worried about our 18-day-trip, I secretly hoped that the 18 days would pass faster.

It's too bad I cannot access blogger in China, I felt loads when I was there, and I was dying to write. Nah. Not now, just transfered the piccas into the comp, I'll tell the story when I'm inspired to write.
Goodnight world.

ps: I'm kinda amazed with how abruptly I can end my blog posts. Selfish writer, not considering the feelings of readers at all. -_-

18 days in China.

I promise I will expect the unexpected and I will come back safe and sound, in one piece.
I've made my decisions after seriously considering the countable risks.
I have only one life to live and I want to enjoy it.

Hopefully, the next trip I make, I'm with a trustworthy guy that I can depend on, rely on.
Somebody that solves my problems, somebody there to hear me out, somebody to make me feel safe.

I love YOU
papa, mama, koko, erke.

And the any you that is reading this.
The you that read my whole blog and try understanding me.
The you that even try catching what I mean in between the lines.

I love you. ♥