Italy, Summer 2009
8/16/09
Paris, Ohh La La!*
French men can't dance! I learned this fact when I visited Paris, France for couple of days with my friends.
Here are some highlights from the trip:
+ We were having dinner (M, V, W and me), when a man approached us with roses in his hand. W decided to treat us. After a long negotiation, they settled on 6 euros for 3 roses and as the man was leaving, he said to him: "She is a good man!"
+ A middle aged man miscalculated the steps as he was getting off the train and almost fell, face down to the next railway. I felt bad for him, but couldn't help to laugh at the incident. He rolled and bounced like a ball.
+ We had drinks at Sexy Bar for Crazy Night where servers wore only Calvin Klein underwear and u could order "Sperme du serveur" for 20 euros.
+ M decided to test her skills at rowing at Versaille. We rented a little boat and chilled in the middle of the pond with the ducks. As M and V rowed back to returned the boat, I just sat back and yelled: "Row! Bitches! Row!"
+ We enjoyed the boats so much as saying: "I'm on a bo(a)t...mother fucker!"
+ We were walking down the street one night, looking for a bus stop, when M yelled at us: "I have to go! I'll pop a squat right there (pointing to the nearest tree), if I have to."
+ "Guys! Aren't sea and ocean the same thing?"
+ We travelled everywhere using the metro station. I violated their poles (it HAD to be done), entered illegally without paying and my personal fav: Woman franticly hitting the exit door at metro station and screaming "Monsieur! , Monsieur"! as she had no clue on how to get out. All u really had to do, is give it a little push.
+ I learned how to properly spoon, courtesy of W. I definitely prefer playing the role of small spoon compared to big one.
+ We asked the hotel's concierge, Bruno look-alike for directions. He spoke with very distinct French accent, exaggerating every syllable especially the Rs with this spitting sound. As he was looking at the metro station map, he kept repeating: "Grrrrand BoulvarrrrrrDDddddddd" (station we were suppose to get off)
+ We went clubbing and met Mike, who was nice enough to buy us drinks. Unfortunately, he could not dance to save his life. All he did was move his hands up and down while yelling: "AaaaAaaaaa." Instead of moving away, which would be appropriate response to this behavior, my friends decided to reciprocate.
+ Chinese dude looking very asian, approached M at the club and asked her with an accent: "Where ur from?" She replied. "From Canada.... and I am not chinese!." His only response to that was "That's okay. I am Portuguese."
+ As we were leaving a club, we spotted very hot looking guy. We rolled down the windows of the cab and screamed: "Ooh la la!" (The guy turned over and smiled; I am positive we made his day)
* excuse my language
8/14/09
"I Want to see Passion in your Fashion"
As I impatiently wait for the new season of Project Runway with Heidi Klum, I tune in every week to new episodes of Project Runway Australia.
Here are three of my favorite designs:
Born Shopaholic
+ "Mommy, I like this airport. It has the moving thingies and it looks like a mall." said a little girl to her mom as they walked towards the exit at Toronto Airport.
I Need a New Prescription
I was waiting in a line to use a washroom in the plane, when I noticed a sign: "Lifejacket is located under your headset". Confused, I re-read the sign and realized, my eyes have deceived me. What I though was headset, it actually said headrest.
8/12/09
8/11/09
8/5/09
Shoplifter and Terrorist
U might wonder, what those two professions have to do with each other. Well, they both sum up my yesterday's experience.
I went out with my mom to one of our regular excursions to a mall and I decided it was time to wear my new summer/fall boots paired with skinny jeans and white blouse. I admit, I was quite stylish. Never less, I soon found out, those booths were cursed. Every time, I entered a store, I started to beep. After awhile, I got annoyed by it and refused to enter any stores. I was quite disappointed with my choice of outfit.
Then, as we were leaving one of the stores, a police guy walks in and informs us, that we have to evacuate the premises. This was followed by an announcement, asking everyone to leave the mall due to technical problems.
I'll admit, I was spooked. First, I set off the alarms in stores and now, the whole mall?
My only explanation to this whole experience: Someone voodooed my new boots.
8/3/09
Foreign Affair
- "What is our daughter going to do while we play golf?" asked my mom.
- "Don't worry! She already has her time scheduled out*," replied my dad.
*(Referring to study material I brought with me on the trip to Sardinia, Italy)
- "Oh yeah? What is that?" she wondered.
- "Interact with Italian boys." I added with a smirk on my face.
8/2/09
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