“..because if you can figure out work and family you will be happy in life. For me, and likely for you, work and family is basically all there is.”
This is family. We’re chill.
And for the past 9 months..
And the unchartered waters that came along with the new family, namely this strange entirety that is a 29 year old opinionated, short tempered and extremely cranky man..
Man. He’s just hard to figure out.
Gimme 100 of these sweaty smelly gremlins I still can
But this one big baby
So, I suck at this guys 😦
Of course after some time, I learn to decipher some of his little nuances..
Like see that nose flaring and lips curling? Oh boy, THE warning sign.
The thing about relationships..
It’s the few elements in life (like staying on a budget and getting a bikini wax without screaming bloody murder) I can’t seem to get a hold of.
I find myself helplessly sifting through my Uni modules regarding communications and people management to unearth the answers to the mysteries of being a couple.
Like for example Prof Huang from Coms Management taught me about the left-hand and right-hand column..
And there will be a third arrow using the left hand column as a yardstrick, to reflect and figure out objectively why and how I got to these feelings and there’s a whole series of strategies to prevent miscommunication in the corporate world. I got an A+ for this module.
I mean, Prof Huang should stuff his theories up his ass.
University teaches you nothing.
So these days, in order to figure out this discombobulating web of relationships, I’m taking a lesson from one of the greatest literature of our generation..
I had planned on doing a guide to Europe on a shoe string budget. I’ll get back to that SOONEST, guys. Promise.
But I need to write about this.
5 things you need to do when met with an accident in Bali.
I left for Bali on the 1st of December. It was a drop-everything-and-just GO kinda trip. I feel like I’m prefacing this to every trip but it’s true.
Of course I felt bad. And I came clean to her when I came back.
But the absolute worse is coming clean to Fazal. I’ll spare you guys the gory details but man I think getting a spear through my heart might hurt less. I’d rather be hogtied and licked on the toes by cats.
Okay, but I digress.
I was at the beach front of Ku De Ta with Sophie, my new found Belgian friend, when we decided that we had enough of the crashing waves. Surfing conditions were pissed poor and I thought we would have better luck in Kuta.
But time was a ticking,
And then this happened..
Hullo nail, what just happened?! It was gory.
So finally, here’s the 5 things you should do if such events happened to you.
Do NOT panic.
Sopz was washing her board when I came up to her..
“Uh oh Sopz. Change of plans.”
“You don’t bloody say”
2. Assess the situation and ask for help.
The scooter was parked right next to the life guard post and without even asking, a couple of these life guards just came to the rescue.
They poured alcohol solution on my wound and.. (shivers up my spine, guys. i s.c.r.e.a.m.e.d. So.Much.Tears.and.Snot.) I gripped on Sopz real tight and begged them to not pour anymore.
They wrapped up my toe neatly and I was off.
3. Go back to your hostel/hotel to get ID
Of course for me, right at this very moment, Fazal decided to break his silent treatment
4. You can choose to go to the hospital or any of the pharmacies around the area. Every pharmacy has an in-house doctor to deal with all your ouchies.
I chose (well, more like me and Sopz stumble into) the Kimia Farma Apotek just 2 minutes out of the hostel. They are a chain and you can find them everywhere in Bali. They are so gentle and kind, they really take care of you, guys.
That-means-if-you-have-a-severe-injury-please-get -the-heck-out because-you-might-just-die-waiting-in-line. A chef came after me with a severed thumb and his thumb was literally blue and he was moaning in pain but nope, the doctor was still inside tending to some sprain ankle -_-
5) Take lousy amount of selfies to distract you from the pain
Because the pain, it’s gonna hurt real bad. Real bad.
The doctor had to use anaesthesia to remove the nail from the skin. And anaesthesia (4 brutal jabs) on incredibly sensitive toe full of nerve endings?
Wouldn’t wish it on my worse enemy. Or maybe just that one bitch.. I KID.
Then I went back to the hostel to shower and eat my meds. Pain killers come come, come to mama
Then I went to bed
Couldn’t find my receipt but..
Then I went back home to my best friend
In all honesty,
Seriously guys, you can be the toughest buff lord but breaking your heart hurts no amount of painkillers can fix.
It’s true what they say. You just got to find someone worth the pain.
Me and Fazal, we are tentatively trying to fix us tentatively fixed us and how we deal with things.
I spend a month traveling around Europe and UK the summer of 2015. It was a drop-everything-and-see-how-it-goes trip and all I can say was, “Wow.”. I lived for hashtags like #livin’onmom’sprayers because at times, it was true. More on that later.
I started my journey in Paris, and went to Spain (Barcelona, Madrid). Dropped by Lisbon, Portugal before heading back to Spain’s Andalucia and Malaga. From there I headed to Cote d Azur, France then Venice, Italy. I ended up in Brussels, Belgium somehow before missing the bus to Amsterdam and thus headed to London. Left for Manchester and then to Cardiff, Wales before making it back to Paris and then home. I did all this by bus (+ 1 train ride but whose counting).
It was pretty much a whirlwind of travelling; of missing buses and not finding the eurolines offices and NOT knowing how to do the online booking until my FINAL days, lol. I’m not a fussy traveller and I recommend that anyone who wants to try a trip like this to pretty much have strong back and thick face. Then you’re set. I promise.
Or to at least have enough money to get 3G on their phones.
Or to not break their phones and the maps along with it.
Or to have the charger that is not BROKEN for your back up phone.
Or AT THE VERY LEAST, when you’re blind as a bat, to remember to bring your spectacles.
Or at scraping bottom of the VERY least pile, not to lose your spectacles on the way to the airport at the very start of your trip.
Needless to say, to quote the greatest YouTuber alive Casey Neistat, my trip was off to a very irresponsible start. HEH.
Here is a breakdown of my expenditure
I always use Zuji to look at prices of flights before cross-referencing to the airline website itself. The time old adage is true, when you see a price you are comfortable enough paying, JUST BOOK, don’t think of whether the prices will decrease because lo and behold, it might just increase.
I used my MH miles to get myself upgraded to Business on my outgoing flight, but was back in cattle class enroute home (I could have sneaked my way to an upgrade if I went for a later flight, but Fazal would have killed me. Boyfriend>Comfort *ehem* anyday *ehem*)
Anyway, I got myself a full flat bed coming home too, on the floor that is (I ain’t no germaphobe yo, I sleep wherever)
And enroute back..
Eurolines 15 days youth pass 195 euros = $300. It should be 210 euros but I got it on a sale. VERY important because this was my SOLE mode of travelling around Europe. Single city passes could have cost more that 60-70euros in June, so this was a very good deal.
This got me from London to Manchester, Cardiff back to London and then to Paris. A whopping 31.50 pounds (S$61.30) guys (including booking fees). .
Buses are a great way to travel, guys. It allows you to interact with fellow travellers and you’ll never know who you meet, even if you can’t speak their language. I’ve met the best people on the buses and some I spend the entire days (s) following our bus ride to find our way in the city. To the mothers and grandmother whom fed me in these buses, I’m eternally grateful.
13.57 pounds = S$28.60
Trains are a tonne more comfortable, albeit slightly more expensive mode of travelling. I got these tickets online and it was much much cheaper than purchasing on site!
Out of the 29 nights of travelling, I stayed in 6 hostels and for 7 nights in total. The rest were either in buses en route somewhere, in public places or in some kind soul’s home. (Sorry ibu ayah, Fazal)
83.95 euros + 29 pounds = S$129 + S$61
So there you have it. 6 hostels, 7 nights.
Grand total: S$ 1, 448.90
The rest were spend on food, inner city trains and buses and on my last day in Paris, I shopped a tiny bit to bring souvenirs back home.
I’m not saying that everything was rainbows and unicorns because it definitely wasn’t.
When I couldn’t find a place to stay, it was mostly like this.
But when you wake up, go to the public wash room, wash your face, brush your teeth and..
I lived mostly off..
Ramadhan started the last 9 days of my trip so I was mostly writhing in bed by 7pm during the 19 hours of fasting
On lucky days, I met nice strangers turn friends like Elodie who offered me a place to stay..
On luckier days,
The people I’ve met and all the adventures of running after buses and figuring out the way around town, the Olas, Obrigadas, Bonjours and Mercis and trying to make myself understood in a foreign land with no GPS.
Words hold a thousand meanings and for me “Meow” ranges from a simple “Hello” to a “Hey, I love you”.
So Meow Meow everyone. I hope to use this platform to document thoughts and travels. A permanent scroll I can look back at when I’m grey and wonky.
Picture taken outside Venice train station where I spend the night (illegally). Eyebags were complimentary from Eurolines which decided to close its offices earlier and I couldn’t get to Budapest in time.
Welcome to my humble abode.
Stay, put your feet up, have a cup of coffee (or tea) and biscuits on me.