angel fights evil.

tour agency's suppose to return me about 1000 rubles for the single last day that we didn't spent in Egypt.
5 minutes ago, i went to claim the money and the assistant of the tour agent innocently handed me a big stack of 1000 notes and said here's your 20,000, please count. she was ready to write a receipt. I held the money, confused but my jaw had dropped to the floor. It took me 2 seconds to hand the money back. as i held the money for 2 seconds,here's exactly what i thought in order : take n go and spend it in ZARA-the things i saw..oh!god bless me.., i'll never walk along this road again, did i give them my address? i think not, she knows i live nearby thou, what will happen to the girl who is rightful of the money, i actually don't need this much, i was happy knowing i'll have my 1000 back, this is wrong, my parents taught me well, good to those who do good, don't cheat, pity this lady, she'll be screwed, might loose her job.

And i gave the money back, and lady's face turned red. She was really really thankful.

Egypt Part 2

I am waiting for my chicken to be done right now so what better time to talk about the food i had in Egypt.

Our hotel was called Le Pasha, i don't know what it means but Egyptians cannot pronounce 'p' so its Le Basha to them. People would be Beoble in Egypt. Justin Bierber would be Justin Bierber. I am so lame....

I have never been to another hotel with a better restaurant. The food was heavenly. I love when its time to take your pick. you can't taste everything at one meal. Plus, there's so so much fresh vegetables n sweet juicy fruits which i can never get in russia. I served myself an average of 4 plates each time we dine. Thats breakfast, lunch and dinner. First i would take soup or milk and cereals if its is morning, and place it on the table we decided to sit for that day. Then i would excitedly but keep cool to get back in line for the main course, which was always rice, very fragrant rice and a fish, chicken or beef dish, or all three! At the end of the main course row, a chef would be behind the "today's special" serving it out individually. In the mornings, there will a a chef cooking omelets on the spot. So, plates to the table and back into line for some cakes or jellies or fruit salad. Next would be my favourite fruit cocktail - green honeydews with pieces of oranges and a sprinkle of promegranate. Refreshing! Love it, miss it, i will make it. At the end of the meal, we'll sit and chat a bit while we drink some tea, coffee, lemon juice or coke. Of all the alcoholic drinks, only beer is good, while the rest actually sucks. Even their carbonated drinks taste unoriginal. Local products...hmph.

And to my surprise, we had 'kembung' fish for lunch one day by the beach. Reminded me of home, Malaysia even though mom never really buys kembung fish and I've never like the taste of it but it was so damn good in Egypt, in total I had 5. Taste can be psychological sometimes.

Shek would eat differently, he would skip the appetizer, not worth he says, take some rice/bread then take meat, meat n more meat. After finishing his 1st serving, he would go for the meat he liked best that day. Then, get up and get some cakes and tea. He started eating some fruits after about 3 days. you know why.

Okay, i've gotta write about my experience in a souvenir shop. Bola n Michael took us to their friend's souvenir shop. They said " Get all your souvenirs from there, it will be cheap!". So we went. I was very excited because there's no way we would be cheated.
I saw and held many beautiful things and i wanted to know the price before saying i am interested but i was hushed to put them all on the counter. So, because i was so busy going through my list deciding what for who, the rest of the gang was ready to pay. The owner was actually counting everything without discount and i think i was the only one with the " oi oi oi, where is the discount? " face. My friends already had their wallets open wide. So the Mr.Clever -Shop -owner counted in dollars and converted it into Egyptian Pounds and it seemed much more. All the counting was very confusing with minus this, plus that, exchange this and they paid quite some money for the things they bought. When it came to our pile of souvenirs, the shop owner already looked a little exhausted with all the numbers and maths. He counted ours in dollars even though we keep telling him we want to pay in E.P. He said " OK, OK OK," and continues to count in dollars. It came to about 400 E.P.( RM200)! without counting shek's papyrus ( that's another 130) Thats way too much i thought and shek's eyes went " whaaaaaaaaat?"
so, quite convinced that this man thinks we're dumb tourists, i was honestly pissed and it showed very much and i decided to send him a message. I started asking him for the price of each item and afterwards, i removed 9 out of 10 and said, i will put this back and he was shocked and i looked shit serious coz i really was. everybody was scared looking at me. Can u imagine me red, tired, puffy and pissed. So, he said "wait wait wait wait, i minus, i minus " and he recounted everything slowly and he started to deduct 10 E.P. for each item. Once he stopped and said " oh, this i cannot, expensive" and i would say " No, i'll put it back" and he'll give in shaking his head and minus 10 E.P. Now, i was really still pissed until i realize i was actually doing the bargaining act and i am very very proud of myself afterwards. Now, the second time he counted, he counted in E.P. and it came up to 211 E.P. without the papyrus and its too cheap now. So, shek n i told him "see? u counted wrong ( if honestly : oi, u wanted to cheat us?)". He looked flabbergasted and was frowning and said " hey, i count wrong?" so we told him to count again and he simply just said " ok, Ok, no need to count again, plus papyrus 340 E.P"
Ka-ching! we paid. With that, all the messy counting was done and he invited us to the sofa and we chatted, sang, danced, got into the Egytian costumes, took some posing advertisement like pictures and smoked shisha and eat pears before leaving the shop with free tickets to a disco club.

Back in our hotel room, I took out all our souvenirs and started recounting the total amount with the discount given. The total was freaking 540! HE.COUNTED.WRONG! We were jumping with joy. From almost being cheated to being the cheaters! woohooooo! A little guilty but hey, it was unintentional. I hope he's really is the boss, if not, he will be screwed deep.

But this is not the greatest buy in Egypt. Hats off to Lifen, she really concurred the bargaining world. She bought everything less than half of the opening price. I should have been with her. Would be such a great experience for life.
" Do not value according to price but Price it according to your value" 

Back from Egypt Part 1

Hey, i am happy my winter holidays ended so i can be in my own room again.
Egypt wasn't what i anticipated at all. It's not all those crazy radical protesters fault that i had a emotional breakdown in Egypt. I bet you it has never happen to anyone u know on a vacation. However ashamed about that, Egypt (well i cant say Egypt because i was only in one small town Hurghada) so, Hurghada, Egypt was enough fun i shouldn't sulk about my trip but i still can complain. This is my blog.

I loved some of the pictures i took as simple as they are. I would bury myself with Ramses if i went without a camera. Thank you Zhen for lending it to me. On a trip like this, digital works best i think.
Nobody really took pictures for me unless I obviously put myself there. Even in pictures, i am never in the center. So, i kept myself busy when the rest of the gang smoked or drink or talked. Many times, i felt invisible, unheard. OK, this is sounding very sad. Let me say some nice things now.

SUN. Ahhh, we really loved the sun. Just to escape Russia's winter for 10 days is worth all my money. we did some tanning in the sun on the beach and i OD on it. Katia only turned 1/2 shade darker. Me? 2 and a half. @# GREAT !!! #$!
Actually, i know what i was getting into but i wanted to have golden skin to look better in  my swimming suit which i modified earlier to resemble a bikini which was not very sexy even for shek. The bikini i intended to wear for Egypt was too small. I had bought it in the kids' section thinking all adult bikinis wont fit my cute tiny tits. lolz!

Back to the topic, i got a shock looking at myself in the mirror after two days. Black baboon staring back.

The russian chicks were sizzling hot as usual in their bikinis and i was the only Chinese in that hotel and not a pretty one for that matter and i didnt feel confident enough to strut around half-naked. I was happy with my bod but 'to hell!' with my complexion. Plus, i noticed the staffs  and younger dudes pay most attention to all the white asses so, i just hang around shek. this is still sounding sad. Dammit. Bailey's fault.
Most importantly, i got a tan too, just like everybody else.

I had plan to blog today and whole day my head came up with sentences, points to mention, pictures to put up, cheeky ideas and now i am stuck. I am always stuck when i want to type something. Why cant i make the continuous typing noise? Plainly not talented. Try harder I know. Every time i start typing, nothing comes up and every time i laying on my bed waiting to fall asleep, a thousand thoughts rise up in my head.

I shall put pictures and elaborate to make my work here easier.

the most memorable drink for me was cacao with milk. Its sweet with a distinct milk taste which i cannot describe. i suspected goat's milk but i doubt also. Anyhow, it tasted awesome especially on a cold night.
We were given coke while snorkeling on the Paradise Island. Those weren't mine, they belong to the tour guide. well, if u cant have it, either snap it or zip it.
then there's the favourite among the boys....Mr. Meister beer. Its 8 % ( the common beer has only 5% ) alcohol so the dudes were on the floor kau tau-ing to the existence of Mr.Meister.
also, we bought some drinks from duty free. katia found a new friend, ania who is russian also obviously and they instantly became best friends and its my fault because i am Chinese and i hate hate hate being around best friends because they are just so irritating because they want to do everything together, they want to buy the same things, they whisper and giggle and shut-up when u appear and this ania is such a dumb-ass baby girl with crappy attitude. i still like katia the same coz she was very nice to me throughout the trip, despite ania being such a pain in the ass for me. my ears burned hearing her speak. I missed lifen then. she's not my best friend, shes a friend for life and i wont have a best friend coz i dont wanna make the third girl suffer. also, u say i have shek but a boyfriend cant be a friend and vice versa.

so, we were at the duty free shop and i bought baileys for 25 usd. i wanted not to buy baileys because i am alwasy buying baileys but katia n ania both went to a corner n discuss and they both bought martinis. see?
I am a nice person, i dont really blame them for being so in phase which each other. I just felt so uncared of and it just makes me wanna cry and i tell u for the last time, u would hate that stupid ania too. when ur 25, u can call an 18-year old stupid. yes u can.
Oh, i ended up getting the Baileys and Katia told me someone told her it will taste great with milk and it really really does.

Michael n Bola (bros) graduated from the university last year. They live in Hurghada. Shek n Manu knows them well enough and thats was the main reason we chose this city instead of the other popular Sharm-el-Sheikh. i've never spoken to anyone of them before this. They were so nice to us all (and so handsome too) to come meet us almost every night to take us out. Since we cancelled all our excursion trips to cairo, luxor and even quad-biking -can u believe me?- because of the growing riots all over Egypt, we have nowhere left to go except to the sea or to the same streets with the same sellers saying hello how are you ten times a day.  
This night, we walked Hurghada from head to toe which took about 45 minutes and we ended up on a free-way by a deserted shore. This was the brothers favourite place to chill. We each had a Mr.Meister and i was in a bad shape emotionally. Since noon i had been feeling bored and lonely and i sat by the ocean to cry my heartache away when katia n ania came over to the beach with their camera to snap walking-by-the-sea-wind-in-my-hair shots. they  didnt even take my pic, nor at least take a pic with me. but, they didnt know i was crying there because i was wearing sunnies. Left me without a word.
So, after the beer, nobody was talking to me and the same rush of emotions just hit me again and i miss my family, i want somebody for me. also, i get really red n puffy when i drink and i hate god for not paying attention during the making of baby shuan's genes selection. I know its silly, its very silly but these things gets to me easily as i get older. I felt the tears coming and i walked very far away and cried n cried. They were all too drunk anyway to notice me. shek came over to comfort me and he really couldn't help but to watch me cry.

Then a camel and a donkey pass by. And you can see my i-took-a-sip look. Maybe its fate, i couldn't go see the pyramids on a camel, a camel came to me instead. Maybe God is a girl and she understand and i felt better after the picture. Funny thing : Bola came over and saw that i had cried and he was tipsy and he said he understands how i feel and continued to say when he first step foot in russia, he was sick and couldn't get use to the cold weather and was bed-ridden for two days and his mom called to say Bola, what happenned to you? You want to come back home?
I was like HUH? but his intention was so damn kind that it made me laugh n feel much better. I hope he doesn't remember anything.
And on the second night on the same spot, we watched a small wedding crowd singing and dancing and their songs sounded eerie to me with the high pitch lalalalalalala~
That night we also had some martinis and katia and i went to hide behind rocks to pee and we had a great laugh. Small things makes me happy.

sis n her friend in wellington port

 A big big world for us