What The Trip Meant To Me...

Okay, so I lied. I really thought at the time when I was writing the last post that I would commit. You know, to temporarily retire from blogging. Maybe I wasn’t being completely honest with you. One of the things that deter me from blogging is that I spend so much time reading other people’s blogs. Currently I’m stalking Okay Seriously. She’s damn funny and you can find the link in the link section of this page (seriously, do I need to provide you with this obvious information. What now? Do you want me to feed you with my feet? Huh?)

Anyhoo, all these bloggers kinda inspire me to keep on writing. I don’t normally write because 1. My English sucks big time 2. I’m not funny at all (but maybe in person I’m funnier) 3. I’m lazy. The third reason sums everything up. However, I do enjoy writing. More specifically I enjoy ranting and talking bulls**ts. I was born that way, I guess. As you can see (read?) I am now ranting and talking bulls**ts. I am also a self confessed psychic (totally unrelated).

So yeah, a couple of weeks ago I went to Athens. Was it a good trip? I would grade it as B+. Why B+? Let me explain.

I have never been to Athens before and was literally godsmacked when I first saw the ruins of the Acropolis city/Parthenon temple. Judging by the number of times I said “Wow, Look at that!” and “Oh, Wow!” and “Holy s**t, how much further do we have to walk!” and “I didn’t know that Athens’ main population is made of African people?”, I can say I was like a … in a Barbie-land. I didn’t know how to react, because I was so overwhelmed. Coming from somebody who was also overwhelmed (read: freaked out) when a Gypsy girl gave him a flower in exchange for money (she lied. She said it was for free), I think “overwhelm” does not cut it. But since I have poor vocabulary, I’m just going to stay with the word. I also went out a lot and walked a lot. It was fun because I like going out and walking about. I am surprised that my feet still remain intact to my body.

[Did you know that my entire bone structure is lop-sided? I found out a couple of months ago when I went to see a GP. He revealed that my right leg is shorter than the left one, after I questioned the “bent” I saw on the x-ray of my spine. After finding that out, I somehow feel like there’s more that I don’t know about myself. I have a strong feeling that I am a mutant. Also, I regularly have dreams that I am Harry Potter. I checked the mirror for a scar on my forehead. Nada. I conclude that I am still amutant but not Harry Potter]

As much as I like visiting another place/city/country/planet, I also like to travel with at least one companion because I hate travelling alone. I persuaded my friend, NSS to come with me (actually it was the other way around). He agreed because he wanted to spend time in Athens before he joins the army. And since he’s been there before, I was confident that the trip was going to be smooth and fun. Being a self-proclaimed psychic, I know not to trust my instinct because most of the time, I will either end up being in trouble or dead. Luckily, I’m still breathing.

We arrived late at night after 6+ hours of commute. By train. Do you know how tiring it is to sit on your arse for 6+ hours? I do and I’m telling you that it’s really, really tiring. So tiring in fact, I thought I had lost any of the last remaining fat/tissue of my skinny arse. Not that I have an arse to start with, but that’s not the point. Point is, my lovely bum was tired. I was tired. Then we had to walk around Ommonia Square (OS) for around 2 hours (but felt like eternity) looking for a cheap hotel/motel. I was warned by NSS that OS is a very dodgy place – full with junkies and drug dealers. I was prepared. In fact, I was more than prepared with some money in case I needed some pills (Just kidding. I will never do pills). What I didn’t know was that the place is also full with pimps. So we were walking around, and NSS was freaking out (seriously, blaming yourself and worrying all the time don’t make things any better, you know! More on this later) when suddenly this fat dude came out of nowhere offering us some guy/girl (our preference) pleasures. My immediate thought was “I have found MY city!”. NSS was still freaking out, though. I tried to calm him down (which never worked) and finally we found a cheap hotel. We retired to our beds and had our beauty sleeps for another brand new day in a brand new city.

The next day we did all the touristy stuff. I won’t go into details because I feel that there are too many to share. I will however, share with you my emotional well being the whole time I was there. Most of the time, Mr. Brain was filled with all the following thoughts:

1. Stop whinging about your bloody nose all the freaking time. I know you’re sick and I understand your pain. Actually I don’t but whatever. Go take a pill or something (may I suggest a CHILL pill?). Seriously, this is going on far too much. And stop worrying that something will go wrong. Just worry about that arse because there’s a chance I’m going to rape them with a stick if you continue to whinge.

2. Why is it that we have to go to where you want to go every time we want to get something to eat? I don’t mind even one bit if you want to get that bloody pizza from the same bloody place every.single.time even though we are like a million miles away from it, but when I want to go to McDonald’s you said “Don’t tell me you need to go to McDonald’s!”. I don’t see the logic here. I seriously don’t.

3. Stop following hot (???) guys (I cannot comprehend your taste) in the hope that they will fall madly in love with you and immediately ask your hand in marriage. You choose that café and that table so that you can lust over a man who’s sitting at the front table and you’ve seen him in MySpace before? What’s that? You think you know him and he’s hot? Sorry to burst the bubble, but he clearly doesn’t notice you. And stop pouting those lips. He doesn’t see you! Gosh, I go to a café because I’m hungry and want something to eat. Not to degrade myself and become a ho.

4. The world does not revolve around you. I know that because, as a matter of fact, the world revolves around ME! And stop pretending that you’re smarter than me (maybe you are, but I refuse to believe it).

5. You are sick (physically and mentally) and need some rest. You don’t want to listen to my advice and insist on going out anyway. While we’re out, you complain that you’re sick and that you feel shitty. Well, listen here, sistah! You are sick and s**t. Get over it. And stop whinging. I’m here because I want to have a good time so don’t you dare ruin my mood! (you did anyway).

So, as you can see, it was a bittersweet trip. I enjoyed it because I had fun. I even fell asleep in the subway waiting for the metro to start operating. No, I did not feel like a dog or a homeless person doing that – just so we’re clear. I might post the pictures here but the Internet connection at work sucks big time so we’ll see. Maybe I just post them somewhere else. I’ll let you know if that’s ever going to happen. Okay?

Now, I can’t wait for my next trip to MY other cities (Paris and London).

P/S: I don’t blame NSS entirely because I understand how it feels like being sick and at the same time forced to have fun. I would like to thank NSS for being such a lovely companion throughout the whole trip.