My Europe Fashion Graph

February 7, 2011

This is my usual post-travel style shot post. Two weeks worth of fashion diary.

Before i start, here’s a graph i painstakingly drew on Photoshop after some Herculean effort (i had to stop chatting for 20 minutes and completely shut my mind to conserve some brain cells so that i could come up with this challenging and almost puzzle-solvingly enigmatic graph).

Please stare at it for at least 5 minutes to give it some well-deserved appreciation.

As you will notice in this post, the temperature of the day in the place of my travel directly affects the whateverness and anyhowness of my awesome fashion sense.

We traveled from Venice to Lyon to Zurich, which only got colder by both location and day. The temperature was dropping as we moved on so i sort of had to wear thicker and thicker.

This is another graph to illustrate also the corelation between the day of travel and said awesomeness.

Day one is low because everyone looks like shit after a 20-hour flight. Then steadily but rapidly decreasing  from day to day, until somewhere in the middle of the trip where guilt begins to take over, hence the occurrence of a surge in graph, a result of a desperate attempt to bring up the awesomeness almost, but not really unsucessfully.

Here are some pictures for reference. They are almost all taken in hotel rooms so they are a bit blurry. I couldn’t take the picture outside, because i would have looked the same from like day 1-7 because there were only so many winter coats i brought T_____T.

#1

First day checking in to Hotel Danieli in Venice. It was much colder than i expected, because just a few days before we flew the temperature was about 9°C. I know if i didn’t do this Liz Lisa thing it would just sit in my luggage forever till the day i send it back to Malaysia. I didn’t exactly have a pair of matching leggings, that explains the lack of full body shot. Also because there wasn’t full length mirror in the hotel.

#2

Taken on the same day evening. Already put on the warmest scarf, gloves and jumper because not used to the cold yet fml.

#3

This is day 2. And my best effort ever. That’s why the picture is bigger.  It also deserve a longer lingering stare because this was the only day i ever bothered to put on this much make up complete with falsies and circle lens. And the only day with a conscious hair style. T__T

#4

So this day deserves two pictures.

#5

Actually, three.

#6

Day 3. Braved myself to wear leggings and shorts wtf. And please look away from my exploding wastline wtf.

#7

Day 4′s fashion was so shit i should have taken picture of my shadows instead.

#8

With my new Hello Kitty top i bought from Venice!

#9

First day in France. A brand new (and foolish) mood  trying to wear my 4 inches Liz Lisa suede boots wtf.

#10

Trying to look smart for Bocuse d’Or day.

#11

Oredi deliriously confused about the whole fashion thing cuz i started to have to repeat wearing the same things so just anyhow threw in things that i haven’t worn so that the  KGs and all the sore arms from luggage hauling didn’t get wasted T___T

#12

This is don’t-really-care-anymore-and-i-look-fat-but-here’s-a-picture-to-warn-the-future-me-not-to-make-the-same-mistake photo.

#13

Just arrived Zurich. Have been reserving my warm boots for the snow. That was me eating hotel’s complimentary Swiss snack.

#14

I know. If i could, i would never, ever have worn a dress with a pair of jeans. If only i could.

#15

Had to recycle my Liz Lisa top cuz running out of things to wear wtf *panicked

#16

Outfit to the snow mountain. Minus the jacket. I kind of want to give myself some credit here for even bothering to want to mix and match each day so that i look different inside when i had to the same jacket for the rest of the trip that makes me look 8 months pregnant.

#17

Let me praise myself again for even trying to escape that Pregnant Jacket so that i could give this it’s-really-not-that-thick-you-will-definitely-regret-this black rider jacket a chance to be on this blog since it was the last day of our trip before i flew back. Decision was made right after i checked the weather of the day— it was the coldest day in Zurich thus far (-8°C).

I survived.

#18

This is the same evening. Really kenot tahan so i put on my Preggie Jacket.

#19

Double picture to reward my bravery wtf.

AND THEN!!!!!!!!

On the last day, i packed all my luggages and wore the most comfortable clothes so i could be at ease on the plane. What i forgot was it was a night flight and we still had time to do some sight seeing. So we went to some Swiss Castle and i looked like if i squat down with a hat people will start dropping coins in fml.

This is how comfort looks like.

Thanks but no thanks. Never again.

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Fruits de Mer

January 28, 2011

Means seafood sashimi in French wtf.

#1

The last post didn’t satisfy many of you because no have my face. The reason is because i didn’t take may pictures of myself because it’s so bloody cold. How cold? It is FuckFashion Cold. Haih.

Anyway. Ok so today i just anyhow took any picture of my very anyhow face and anyhow published it here. Hope it will anyhow make you happy wtf.

#2

So! Today for the first time in many many years, i ate French Snails.

I really, REALLY hated escargot due to a tragic experience in a local restaurant in KL. Never touched the stupid snail ever since. In fact, the mere mention of escargot makes me retch.

BUT!

I mean, i am in France nao. And i have tried Frech Fries, French Toast, French Beans, French Kiss… hmmm.

So…

#3

Aiya. Try lo. @_@

#4

wtfwtfwtfwtfwtfwtf

Everyone was like WA YUMMY HMM NOM NOM NOM i was also a bit tempted to be honest(!!!!). Plus this one is not the green green smelly garlic butter baked one so it’s not as disgusting. Well, it is in some way actually because you can see its snaily existence even more clearly.

So i use the snail poker thingie, and dook and pulled the fella out, and when i saw it i was like wtf, because mine had this extra thingie at the end and took me longer time to pull out wtf.

#5

I asked why mine look so much bigger and longer than the rest?????

Then Federico said because it was very excited to see you and i LOLOLOLed.

Anyway! I must say it’s quite the yummy! I think i may have ended the curse of French Snail Trauma. Maybe.

#6

Sea Urchin!!!

#7

Sicilian style apparently

#8

Really yummy!

Ok enough of my face have to sleep nao cuz catching a train in the morning tomorrow to Zurich.

Will Show My Flag™ again bai!

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Lyon

January 25, 2011

#1

Just flew in to Lyon, France yesterday for Bocuse d’Or.

Malaysian team competing Wednesday please support them with your remote e-prayers wtf.

#2

One of the sugar carvings from the World Pastry Cup competition.

Not many pictures because super tired due jet lag from Italy to France (Ha, whatevs) and basically just not very in the mood to take pictures.

#3

Here’s a style shot anyway.

Nothing else to blog about France so far, actually the purpose of this post is just to Show My Flag™ wtf.

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Of gardens and senget shots.

December 6, 2007

I made it look as if i was there for two weeks when it was only 3 days.

This is our last day in Paris. We’ve been to most of the place we wanted to (except Notre Dame), and since we could not afford any possible kind of shopping, we decided that this is a walk see walk see take picture day for us. We had all the time in Paris until our Eurostar back to London at 8pm. Very laid back. =)

This is Hôtel de Ville.

Porkie has a penchant for senget shot.

There was some rugby thing going on and they made the statues all wear a rugby shirt.

Porkie and his senget shot again.

Les Invalides. Porkie couldn’t stop joking about the irony of its name and it being formerly a hospital for injured soldiers.

I think too much of senget shot is very annoying. You have to tilt your head sideways and end up looking like a pendulum.

This is my senget shot. At least i’ve got one thing straight.

And i’m running out of captions for my pointless photos.

I’m taking a picture of Porkie

taking a picture of me taking a picture of him.

We were just gallivanting about aimlessly and luck brought us to this wonderful Jadin du Luxembourg. It wasn’t even in our itinerary.

It was so beautiful! In fact i thought it was the most beautiful place in Paris i’ve been to.

So deamily autumnish.

Porkie’s senget shot.

Mine.

This is what the Parisians do in a garden.

The sit around facing the garden for hours! Some read books, some talk to each others, some took a nap, and most of them just gaze into the air admiring the beauty of nature.

The weather was so terrific you can just doze off and sleep on a bed of fallen leaves.

There’s this playground for children.

The kids playing happily while their moms chatting to one another.

The elderly like to just stretch out comfortably on a bench/chair watching every happy folk that passes by. I really wonder what’s on their mind at their stage of age. There’s no worry about work nor the new line that just appeared this morning on her forehead (cuz her eyesight is getting blurer too). Maybe her grandchild who can’t stop chewing on soaps? Or the dinner for her loyal Labrador?

It’s such a beautiful sight to behold.

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Must See Musée

November 30, 2007

A museum is called Musée in French. And it’s a must-see in Paris. Because if you don’t see, there’s nothing else to see.

They even have their cafe called Cafe Museum. -_-

We finished touring Paris in one and a half days, unless we visit every single artsee fartsee musée in Paris. There are more than 70 museums in Paris alone.

So. Just to name a few.

Musée Rodin
Musée d’Orsay
Musée du Louvre
Musée Carnavalet
Musée de l’Homme
Musée du Luxembourg
Musée des Arts décoratifs
Musées de la Parfumerie Fragonard
Musée de la Mode de la Ville de Paris

And i’ve only been to one. It could take up a whole day just to walk horse see flowers.

Neh. Da Vinci place.

Took Metro there.

An American girl who wanted a picture with me.

Musée du Louvre is suuuuuuuuuper big. If you love art, you can spend one week inside.

The dome. Porkie showing off his wide lens again.

Just to show how huge the painting is!

My fav pic.

I like this painting.

This fella is painting a replica of the ori. Can liddat one meh?

I love this photo very very much. It’s as though the humans have walked out from the painting and come alive (like Sadako climbing out from the well then out the TV. Okay. Bad example. But you get what i mean!).

When i wrote about the Mona Lisa painting previously, i received a lot of comments saying that they couldn’t take pictures of it when they were their earlier.

This is what happened when i was there.

The officer just stood there watching the crowd (and chatting every now and then with another pretty lady officer).

And.

Everyone was taking pictures of it.

Everyone.

Some of the sculptures are very… exposed.

This particular one seriously disturbed me a lot.

Why are they all looking down scrutinizing their bird bird? Anything interesting? O.o

I went over and took a closer look.

No wonder la! The bird bird is twisted!

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Musée du Louvre

November 29, 2007

I haven’t been this busy for a long time.

Haven’t had time to go back to see mom and my stupid dog. Moving house, settling down, rushing deadlines, trying to blog.

And i haven’t even studied for my JLPT 2 this Sunday. Die die die.

I’m working on it i’m working on it i’m working on it.

Gimme a few hours!

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Neh. Da vinci place.

November 22, 2007

In Paris.

Hello Mona, say cheese!

Yes!!! It’s that small!

Da vincheese curd? Ehehe.

Up next.

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One Night in Paris

November 7, 2007

This is the notti Cheesie. She was just thinking of Paris Hilton’s video tape.

Going to the atasest shop she cannot afford.

Arc de Triomphe in the afternoon.

The Arc at night.

Porkie showing off his wide lens again.

Cheesie showing off her sadakoness.

An eerie underground walkway.

This is from another day, just to show how she’s loving it.

We were trying very hard to get the panning effect but CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT HE DOESN’T HAVE A TRIPOD?

Excuse me lo, you buy such expensive lens but don’t have a standie for your cam? So unglam la. Even i have two!

(Thats why it’s your fault this picture is blur)

A beaming Eiffel from afar.

La Roue de Paris

Along Champs-Élysées (Wtf i hate french. Dunno which hat to put on their alphabets).

We were super hungry by now and we needed a quick meal.

And we had Quick Burger. -_-

Very cheesy incheese.

Looked so different from the poster. Cheater. -_-

Sunset in Paris is beautiful. Oops. I think i said that already.

It’s in all shades of pink and purple!

This is my favorite photo.

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Bon Appetit

November 5, 2007

Streamyx is down for days. Grrrr.

I just wasted 12 bucks on some drinks i can never finish just to check if Cheeserland got bombed by a killim.

Anyway. Paris.

We stayed in this place which is just 3 mins away from Champs-Élysées.

Hotel was gorgeous!

Tons and tons of atas bistros we cannot afford.

And some Jimmy Choos you can only drool over and probably, steal. With your digital camera.

Okay. I lied. I didn’t just eat baguettes with cheese and ham throughout my entire trip in Paris. Matt did bring us to this preppy restaurant called La Terrasse on the first night.

Matt giving tour guide lessons to Porkie.

And we had tons of good food. Yummy, warm, fine, food. Though not as meticulously atas as the ones Remy (or Linguine?) cooked in Ratatouille. But proper french food.

Porkie the photographer.

Escargot.

Yes i have escargot phobia. But when in France, bo bian but do as the french do lo. Matt kinda forced it down my throat. -_-

F.O.I.E. G.R.A.S.

Not exactly the foie gras i wanted but the foie gras pâté. Whatever la. Beggars can’t be cheeser.

Taste very good with rocket!

Some french fish.

Dessert!

Moelleux chocolat

Creme Brulee

No doubt it was a good meal. And we were very happy.

Until the bill came.

That explains why we had to chomp on french breads for the rest of our days in Paris.

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pAris.

November 2, 2007

You know, how they usually turn the letter A into an Eiffel tower. Damn cute!
Anyway. 50 pictures! May you die of french cheese overdose.

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It was a Wednesday. Woke up 6am and caught the tube from High Barnet to Waterloo.

Exactly my sentiment.

Half way in the tube, Porkie turned to me.

“Shit. I dun have my debit card! We need to use it to redeem our tickets.”
“…”

No card means no tickets. Means no train. Means no PARIS. O.o

The horror. Our train would leave at 10:10am sharp. And it was 9am already. We were supposed to check in 45 minutes before depature. The horror.

We couldn’t return home because that would mean we would miss our train.

We got to Waterloo anyway, waiting for his dad to bring us the damn card that could change our destiny.

Anxious. Porkie called countless times, but didn’t get through. Apparently no reception in the tube.

The 10:10 train was boarding already.

And the clock said 9:52am.

Seriously lo. A lot of thoughts ran through my mind. If we miss the train, we either:

1. Go back to London with the most potonged steam mood and sulk for a whole day.
2. Pay another 50 pounds per person for the next train (siao ah? wtf).

Never had i felt so anxious before! I couldn’t move my eyes away from the ticking clock and for the first time i wished that i could stop time like Hiro in Heroes (what a pun). Okay maybe i did when i had my first kiss too.

From open to boarding to closing, my heart kept beating faster each time the words changed along with the minute hand moving nearer to the right.

The queue was long at the check-in point. A officer opened up a new lane and yelled, “Last call for passengers going on 10:10am train to Paris, this way,” waving his arm directing the passengers to move his way.

Some late comers rushed over, inserted their ticket and looked relieved immediately after.

BUT WHAT COULD I DO!

I walked up to the officer and said, “Sir, we’re having a little problem. My ticket…” and he took a glance at my empty hands and before i could finish my sentence he shoved right in, “ONLY passengers with TICKETS, please.”

T_T

Clock ticked 10:05am And the info board finally said “CLOSED”.

And.

We just missed our train to Paris. Oh, yay.

And then Porkie’s dad showed up right away with the card and redeemed the tickets anyway. We were too late.

Holding the Paris Pass which had already of no use, i was stoned for one minute of disappointment not know what to do next. Reluctant to give up, we walked up to the check in counter to a lady officer and asked a very stupid question, “Is it too late for the 10:10 train now?”

She took a look of the tickets, shook her head and looking slightly sympathetic.

“Yes, the train’s just left,” she said.
“Oooh. Uhm. Thanks.”

“But this is what i can do. I’m gonna give you stickers which you can then go and exchange for the next train. Good luck!”

Suddenly i heard angels singing and cherubs playing harp. The next thing i know, i have two spanking new eurostar ticket to Paris at 10:40am, totally FOC.

I’m the luckiest cheese on earth.

AND WE WERE GOING TO PARIS.

The train is just like the one i saw in Before Sunrise. Reminded me of how much i love the movie.

The Paris Bible

Two and a half hours later, we reached Paris.

Always a man’s duty to memorize the map.

Culture shock! I suddenly felt so lost. There’s not a word i saw that i could understand. The only french word i memorized was excusez moi and that didn’t exactly help. And the french word i saw most during my 3 days stay in Paris was SORTIE. lol.

We finally got to our hotel after some great communication effort.

We stayed in this atas place surrounded by stretches of atas shops where the only thing we could probably afford was, well, nothing.

Our first stop is what else but Eiffel!

I like the framing of this pic!

We didn’t go on to the top because look at the queue! Plus the tickets are super expensive lo. So, we hung around to take loads photos. While doing so there were so many gift pushers, some nice and some aggressive – this one guy placed a rose in my arm and said I could have it, only later for him to come back and demand money (no we didn’t pay as I didn’t want it in the first place and Porkie gave the guy evils).

Paris is everything you imagined it to be. Gorgeous, beautiful, lively, expen$$$$$$ive. And impossible. In comparison with my pathetic mundane existence.

One bottle of mineral water is averagely €2. At tourist places as such, it can go up to €5. RM25 for 500ml of H2O. -_-

Anyway.

Porkie was super happy! So happy he almost ate himself. Why?

“WAHAHAHA FINALLY my almighty super wide lens can show its power. My dad always asked what i needed such stupid lens for. I hope he’s here too see why!”

-_-

Apparently, what i could do with my pathetic Sony T10 is

either this.

or this.

But.

This is what his atas wide lens could do.

Captured the entire Eiffel freaking Tower.

“I could fit the entire freaking tower in wei!” was what keep piercing my ear for the next half an hour.

I have to admit la. The camera felt really good in my hands.

They say you must witness Eiffel in the day and night. We decided to stay for sunset (like, before sunset. omg the romance)!

This is Seine River.

Haha it’s so punnable i tell you!

We’re in Seine now.

If you jump from the Paris bridge, you’re in Seine.

We bought a bottle of €5 mineral water. We must be in Seine.

It can go on forever! Omigouda so punny!

I’m inseine.

I’m inseine. Muahaha.

Waiting for dusk, and drinking my atas water.

Love sunsets in Paris. It’s really in pink and purple, like what you saw in Ratatouille. =)

Okay. My sore finger just gave up on me. I think i’m going to stop here O_O

Oh and i met my cute frend (french friend?) Matthieu!

Super duper mega ultra tall -_-

Up next: The proper french food

Guess what we eat! Stay cheesed!

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Eiffel. Freaking. Tower.

November 1, 2007

Paris up next. =)

I saw this quote in Nov CLEO:

I’ll phone up and say, ‘Hi, it’s Paris Hilton,’ and they’ll say, “Yes this is the Paris Hilton.’ So i’m like, ‘Yes, i know, I’m Paris Hilton.’ And this can go on for hours.”

–Paris Hilton on problems booking the french hotel.

WAHAHA. Funny anot?

Oh. And Happy HallowOverWeen. Hate Halloween here.

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The Parisian Diet

October 13, 2007

Pun of the day:
I visited Paris Hilton muahahaha.

Today i received a Pacmee cheeseout from Keju wishing me happy touring in Paris and asking me to eat more foie gras.

-_-

No foie gras okay Keju. No. Freaking. Foie. Gras.

When my friends knew that i was going to Paris, everyone was like “omg Paris is soooooooooo expensive!” and i smugly replied, “It’s okay, i’m gonna survive on baguettes and water”.

Apparently i was right.

Baguettes and water are all and the only things i can barely afford wtf. I’ve been eating nothing but freaking french breads omg. That alone is like what, RM30 a piece? And a bottle of cheapskate mineral water can go as high as $5 euro at some atas place in Paris.

Excusez moi?! SOMEONE PLEASE DONATE ME EAU!

Day 1 Dinner

Cheese and ham sandwich. $4.50 euro. Sans drink.

Day 2 Breakfast

Cheese and ham sandwich (again). $4.50 euro. Sans drink.

Day 2 Lunch

Cheese and ham baguette (kill me). $4.95 euro. Sans drink.

Day 2 Dinner

I was so sick of hard breads. Maybe i’ll have some soft ones. So yea. Cheese burger in Quick. $8.50 euro for an XL set meal. And it didn’t look/smell/taste XL.

Day 3 Breakfast

Some poppy seed bread with bacon.

And i was nice enough to get myself a tarte aux pomme and a bottle of orange juice. About $10 euro.

Day 3 Lunch

Last meal in Paris, must eat better lo. So i got myself a smoked salmon salad set with cous cous and brie. And omg it comes with a drink and dessert (choco mousse) too! I was so overwhelmed i almost cried. $8 euro.

Haih. For that amount of money spent on baguettes I can buy a decent dinner completed with fat foie gras and yummy dessert in KL lo. Urgh. So unglam Parisian. Failed to be an atas traveler. -_-

I miss KL food. Actually, i miss proper, warm, cooked, food. I want zhap fan.

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