Some pictures from Calton Hill, Edinburgh.
FRENCH DESSERT!!!
And bought Ladurée Macaron! Apparently freshly flown from France everyday. Super duper nice.
We shared the round meringue thingies, each person one bite pretending to be damn expert liddat trying to give a review and rating to each flavor.
It went like this.
“Hmm. Nice.”
“Oh, this one also nice.”
“Okay, this one maybe not so… hey wait, it’s nice too!”
“OMG this is soooo nice!”
“nom nom nommm…”
Because.
@Selfridges.
The huge red paint changes everything. And the whole London is on Rebecca Bloomwood mode. I’m serious. Look!
Who do you think you are kidding? Of course it is!!!
Exactly my point.
I cannot agree more.
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And look who i met!!!
Liddat also can bump into her. Either London is too small, or people on Rebecca Bloomwood mode can detect and locate each others (subconciously) with their invsible shopaholic antenna.
Bai.
Because they are quite the ahwwwsome!
Today’s ensemble.
You guys were right!!! I could finally wear my 15KG worth of junk now YAY!!! It’s finally summer so i can do something outrageous. (Although my Scotland outfits were atrocious enough. I had to endure possible public ridicule of the worst fashion ever put together in order to keep myself from dying of cold. Greatest sacrifice i have ever made in my life.)
Yesterday i wore a pair of animal printed pants and all i could see was a fat zebra in the mirror what turf.
in London now. London is HOT. 27°C. Truly summery.
Liverpool was actually quite fun! Was crzy cold at night and those chicks were wearing tube dresses. Vain bitches all. I like!
And then!!
You know how everyone tells you Scottish accent is so bloody cryptic. But the fact is i had no trouble with Scottish people at all, when i went to Liverpool, i couldn’t understand a turfing single word they were saying. Especially the young girls.
Need to keep blogging short because Vene need to use the internet too and Jason The Neolithic has one lousy dial-up modem only.
Finally i could feel a teeny weeny bit of summer! 19 °C Today! Yay!
Arrived Liverpool and here’s some photos from Edinburgh Royal Garden.
Gotta send my regards to Ringo Starr today. Happy Sunday everyone!
<3 from Liverpool.
*Rebecca Bloomwood mode on*
No i did not. Nuh uh.
I mean, Scotland is about… monuments!! Castles!! Lakes! Nessies! Whiskies! Not another shocking pink rain coat and matching handbags and shoes and… discounted dresses and tops omgggggggg.
But, maybe i won’t come here again, ever, right? So if i don’t buy them, i will regret, right? I mean, hello it is like freezing cold here, i really needed that scarf, didn’t i? Imagine if i didn’t buy it, i could have died!!!
T_T
Just came back from Loch Ness. Cold ness. Wet ness. Tired ness. In fact, most tiring trip ever after Makassar. So tiring we actually looked forward to going back to our apartment. Wtf. Rained the whole day. Bloody Scottish weather.
Vene just cooked us 69pence chicken soup. And 2 quid frozen pizza. And i really wanna faint now. Might cancel tomorrow’s trip to Glasgow. Too tired to travel.
A signboard outside Starbucks.
Yea right. My fingers froze until they can fall off. Summer my ass.
14 hours directly flight, 1 and a half hour connecting flight, and a 25 minutes bus trip after, i am in Edinburgh, Scotland. It is about 8PM here and it is still bloody bright.
I tell you.
Not that my friends never warned me, not that i didn’t do my homework (ok, i didn’t.). But there’s no summer in UK. It is so bloody cold. I wore the warmest clothes i have in my luggage and i am still shivering. I don’t believe it (I repeated that sentence for at least 80 times today).
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