slushed

super tired right now having just returned from spain like 6 hours or so ago.
came home to find a trophy on the counter. miss glamourette 2005 1st runner up.
like wow. my sister - miss glamourette.

bought two tops for her from mango outlet in barcelona. it wasn't difficult to find. and just alot to walk. girona. girls, it's along girona. calle girona. or carrer girona. 37 girona. get it tattooed on yourself when you get to barcelona. and guys, impress the girls with this precious piece of information. well, not really.

let me say again i am super tired. and the first thing i ate when i was back was meepok dry with v at jackson's centre kopitiam. followed by pork porridge.

the food isn't too bad in spain. just that it is so varied the good stuff can't be found in all of the country. but you CANNOT find decent singapore food there. and the spainards appear rather serious about food. they hang around cafes/cafeterias/restaurantes from noon till late like 11pm. they eat lunch at odd times and dinner after 10 pm. i am guessing they were seriously thinking of what and where to eat their meals. gosh, they might be so tired out by this thinking business that they sleep right after lunch (siesta) and right after dinner until lunch time. no one appears to be working outside the service industry and though many appear in suits, they are heading for nowhere during office hours. i dunno. maybe i am wrong. i must be. i am singaporean. so if you are sitting in cafes the whole day, i'd think you are some ah beng, cheeko peks, jobless ne'er do well living your day at the coffeshop. if you are in a suit and rushing around during office hour, you could be just fired, retrenched or what they like to say now - organisation augmentation exercise. or you could be a very sharply dressed dispatch. well who knows? on the way to a 'power lunch"? just off from a "breakfast meeting"? whatever. i dun care. they look happy enough and i guess, that's one up on me. i'm just miserable having to return to my ordinary life - working. phew....

i think i will write a proper entry about spain. madrid was cool. v and i checked out the "working girls". they were purely catered to fetish. or to the spainiards, maybe not. granada was brief but wow, la alhambra was pure wonder...valencia was sunny, like i remembered it. v would like to say we stayed in the best hotel here. like some boutique hotel. with hansgrohe fittings in the toilet. drool....the location....well....let's just say v and i have very strong thighs and calves now. barcelona hotel took a 180 degrees turn....felt like paris hilton's walk-in wardrobe - only the wardrobe was for her little pup. *i don't know if she actually has a walk-in wardrobe for tinkerbell but if she did, it should be about the size of our hotel room in barcelona* i think v would have to agree with me that barcelona was indeed about zara and mango. well, and gaudi too i suppose. the 3 years had been rather good for spain as a whole. felt a lot less dodgy...alot more security presence, didn't feel as threatened. i even went out to buy late dinners at about 10-11 plus at night! well, when in rome.....