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| Retarded la Kavin!
Ps: Teach me bout this thing u call girls la May!!
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| So i said i was gonna blog bout a trip, i lied, live with it
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| Day 1
BONJOUR!  And for all you un-european-language-knowing-people out there, its hello in French, or atleast thats what they told me. So yea, been Eurotripping around well, errrr, Europe, so yea, figured better blog bout each individual day coz chances are when im old and wrinkly and brain is dying, atleast i'd know where to look to remember?
So yea, bonjour, bloody long day it was day one. First of all a brief overview of what exactly was goin on. So yea, family decided that was a good time to take a "relaxing soothing" trip around europe. RIGHHTTT! So yea,day one started off rather painfully. Left on KLIA on the 4th of December, and reached the Charles de Gaulle airport on the 5th of december...a 14 hour plane ride. Can anybody say ass cramp? MAS chairs may be comfortable, but no way are they 14 hours comfortable. Minus the 8 hour time difference and it wasnt toooo bad. Yea, so there was this big tour group which consisted of, well at that time i refered to them as, the smoker and family, the drinker and family, the loudmouth and family, the ass lady and family, the "MELVIN" and family, the new couple, my family, and my mum's business partner and his wife.
Picture this then, just got of the plane, me,being the young strong man who had to lug around most of the heavy ass baggage, and without a moments rest, or the allowance to use the toilet, got whisked away into a big big bus and wham bam thank you ma'am, the tour starts . Talk about rushing. It was supposed to be "main attractions of Paris in a day". Heh, u pay less, u get less i guess . But smart ol me wasnt being all that smart when first got off the plane. The coach bus thingy was waiting outside, so had to walk out and get on, like duh. On i walked out the two swingin doors, wearing nothing more than simple bball shorts and a normal black t. BAD IDEA DUMBASS. Turns out the temprature was......wait for it........ 5 degrees celcius. I learnt that out the hard way. My "croissant" as i assume the french call theirs, and all other parts of the body, shall never forgive me for not giving proper attention to the clothing that was needed. Shorts in winter = NO no. But then again you already would have known that!
On we go! Half asleep in the bus lookin outside and i think it was around like 7 in the mornin. Saw the Stade de France from afar, looked big, and i aint tooo sure but i think i saw a big mugshot of Thierry Henry on one of the walls. Talk bout lovin your players eyh,
Much much later, we move on to the main shopping area. The road starts of from the square building thingy which i can't spell properly, so thankfully i took a picture of a sign spelling it. 
Me thinks it translates to somethin like Arc de Triomphe on the Champs-Elysees street place. The road was long, and boy did my feet not look forward to the constant walking. Add on the fact that it was the main shopping street in Paris, a Louis Vuitton shop here, a Prada shop there, Swarovski crystals on show on the next on, and boy oh boy did i feel like a chick. A constant shipload of shops selling mainly fashion related items, and i guess only reason Paris is the main romance hotspot out there is coz gals drag their men out here for the need of the mans credit card! But yea, the tour spent most of the time at the big square thingy.
 
AND YES, PROOF OF BEING THERE. Okay, so if this is boring you as much as it is me, then i'll just put up a few pictures, say that we went up the Eiffel Tower, and then moved on to the county of Alsace, a huge wine producing area. Problem is, winter time, grape trees "no have", but wine bottles got. Bought a shitload of wine. Wine anybody ?
OHHHH, and i wanna say, the French have the moooost awesome lookin women you can find. Hell, i dont mind goin there just for the women. Even their ugly women are well.....hot? El magnifique. I fell for like what, 34 french women during the trip. I got 3 phone numbers, woulda got more if they actually spoke english. Or atleast they claimed to not speak english. Oh whatever!
Food was good, bed was better. The long hotel roullete has begun. Sleeeppppp, not for long. I love the weather btw. All hail cold winds and no sweat!! | | |
| Heh. Shopping aint fun, OKAY? Specially if i dont know sizes and what
the person im buying for likes. So screw the hours and hours AND HOURS
of constant walking and entering ladies clothing shops, with the sales
rep's givin funny looks, coz after 5 days, nuthing 2 show for it.
But yea, the birthday party i went to went awesome, too bad was kinda
not all that awesome to me. Heh, birthday party through my eyes
1. No booze, but thats nvm
2. Being snubbed by the people i came for
3. Not even being actually acknowledged as a fren infront of the parents, instead supposed 2 be the sisters fren?
4. Couldnt get a freakin proper present coz nuthing made me go wow, so flowers is all i got, and obviously that didnt suffice
5. PLaying cards for 2 hours is fun, but that feels more college day then party
6. Oh, n this one hurt. Some people were busy snapping pictures with
everybody. But guess who was snubbed? Oh, and when i had the balls 2
ask cheekyly when are we gonna take togehter, "memory full". So nvm la,
cant do nuts right? Then suddenly memory appears from nowhere as goes
around taking more pictures, and guess who doesnt get? Sounds kinda
small i know, but its the concept of things. Basic principles?
7. Im still stingin from 6
8. No hugs, heck, i practically could count the amount of words i received
9. Was just a total bummer of a day for me, rethinkin the whole
birthday party concept as a not too good thing. If i boycott parties
now, i save cash on presentS?
10. Im hurt
But but but, but, i tell u seeing her smile the whole night and how she
looked plus howw happy she was, makes things all kinda worth it. Heh,i
know i know, sounds kinda.....errrrr, not sure what exact word 2 use
I dont know whats going on now. Everything is wrong.
Being pushed aside sucks balls
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| Oh wow, so like, okay. After a long absence, hello. I dont wanna blog,
everything in me says lets not blog, but yet, i am? WTH? I guess coz im
kinda like in a pissy mood, and writing big words relaxes me? Maybe not
relaxes, but its like a good way 2 express when there is no other way
possible.
So, yea, a great woman once told me life's a bitch. Then again, i
havent heard from here in like.......woa, so, i guess life has become
kinda bitchy? Its become seriously mechanical. Its like, wake up, pick
sister from school, come back, rot away infront of pc or tv, send
sister to tuition, watch more tv, and fetch sister from tuition, more
tv/net-ing, and then sleep. N then we rinse and repeat. Oh come
on kavin, life's gotta be more, more, more, life-ish. So much for the
holidays. The golden days of the year, my ass. I wouldnt say i miss
college, its more a case of i miss college people, the randomness and
variances of the peoples. Dear peoples, i miss u. Oh wait, not the guys
of course, coz, errrr, i still see some of them.
So yea, kavin is tryin 2 be less socialable.In other words, tryin 2 be
that weird kid at the back of class who nobody dares 2 talk to coz
scared he might have eaten live animals before. Im not implying i've
eaten live animals before, heck i dont even like sushi, but im just
sayin, being bad is bountiful. I've literally thrown my phone in a
drawer for it to rot, but then again, only calls i get is for football
or pool, and the rare once in a while sms from certain people i have
feelings for. I stress the word rare. Heck, outta the 400+ numbers, kav
only tends 2 like talk to or sms 10 of them? I mean talk talk, and that
also coz i'd be annoying them so much till a reply is imminent. WHats
that saying, any publisity is good publisity? Well, any reply is a good
reply. Even if it says, lose my number u creep. WHICH I havent gotten
yet, thankfully.
Dont it suck when people u try 2 get close with try 2 fend you off? Its
like, ish. U really admire a certain person, and wanna get close. But
they are like, who are u again? Hua hua, story of my life. No wait,
story of the lives of men who try 2 get close 2 me. I dont do well when
guys try 2 get close. Its just, very......errrr....i dunnoo. And im not
a homophob, im all happy bout guys chasing balls, just stay away from
mine yea? I have this saying, well, i just started having this saying.
"You can play with any balls u want, as long as they are not attached".
I mean, as guys, our whole life is spent playing with balls. Sports,
meatballs, balls of money, balls of fire? Doesnt suprise me that more
dudes are drifting to the same sex thing. And again, i totally support
them. MORE of my guy frens should be gay, coz that leaves more gals for
me? Its all a numbers game people
Weeeeeeeeeeee, feelin a bit better already. Oh, btw, shout out to
Irman, turnin 19. Oh, next year, me n him will be two decades old.
Thats it, when i turn 20, i dont want people to say im 20. I want to be
known to be two decades old. SOunds, grand. NOT grandparent grand. Ouh,
darlin izz turnin 16 on thursday, and nina was 17 last week. Birthday
presents are so freakin hard to get. Coz there are very few people who
u know will love certain stuff. Cant imagine goin up to a girl, saying,
"Wow, u look amazing. Happy birthday. Btw, i got too lazy to go shopping, so here's 10 bucks, dont spend it all at one go yea?"
But to a guy,
" Yo man, here's 10 one dollar notes, lets go to a strip club yea? You buy the drinks, i wathc the booty."
Speakin of, where o where are the malaysian strip clubs? I got too many
one ringgit notes, screw slippin it in the bank when we got some
underwear that it belongs in?
Heh? Speakin rubbish.
Gone sock searching, bye
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