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TRAVEL : Prep


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As much as I consider myself an adventurer, there are certain situations where I prefer being prepared for in advance instead of spontaneously jumping into the action. Traveling has always been one of those situations. Don’t get me wrong though. I totally understand when things don’t go to plan and “winging it” is a phrase I often say, but I know myself, and when I’m in a new place without having done little to no research, I find myself out of my element and prone to stressing out (flashback to my first time in Europe when I was 17-years-old and experienced my first bout of culture-shock).

I’ve since learned that being a little prepared goes a long way in keeping my peace of mind. (My first time travelling solo is a clear testament of this.)

With my trip to Japan closing in quickly, I’ve found myself stressing out a little bit as I’ve been slacking on the studying I had originally wanted to have completed by now.

I’ve decided that from now until my departure, to at least learn how to read Hiragana, Katakana, and Kanji and some basic phrases for emergency situations. Now I don’t expect to have a superior understanding of the language by the time I leave, but I’m at least hoping to be able to read maps/signs or even a menu without pictures haha. It might be a very ambitious goal and if all else fails, Translation apps will be my best friend.

Outside of learning some basic Japanese, I’ve invested in a new DSLR camera, and I’ve taken it upon myself to learn the in-and-outs of this new toy of mine. Going to Japan and Korea has been a long time dream and I would like to document as much as I can~ I know, I know. Some people are annoyed by all the photo taking, and as usual— don’t get me wrong, I get it! It’s just I think Photography is a new hobby I’ve taken up and experimenting with it in Japan would be a pretty amazing experience! I think it’ll be fun to be on the other side of the camera for once 🙂 And don’t worry, I won’t live my trip only through the lens!

Anyway, I think that’s it for today, I’m going to get back to perfecting my Hiragana and making some flash cards. What an exciting Saturday night XD studying for fun haha~

I hope everyone is well! Any plans for the rest of your weekend? Did you ever experience culture shock? Or are you the kind of traveller who jumps straight into the unknown like a Gryffindor?

ALSO, if you’ve ever been to Japan or Korea, PLEASE chat with me~ I love to get some opinions and suggestions of what to see and do in the short time I’ll be there! To be honest, this trip of mine is pretty much just a giant food adventure. We all know how much I love food haha~

Much Love,
Sam ❤

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Ireland


It’s been almost a year since my mini trip abroad and I’m itching to get on the first plane out of here to experience it again, although, not quite for the same reasons as last year (unfortunately, responsibilities to school and work are the only things stopping me).

This time last year I was a bit in a bad way struggling with “real world” things and the typical twenty-something troubles like “where am I going in life / making terrible decisions / making crappy friends”. That’s why I essentially ran away to Ireland for a week and I fell in love. But not to be mistaken for one of those “chick-flick” falling in love with someone abroad type things— no. I fell in love with Ireland and I left my heart there.

Do you know why I left my heart abroad? Because Ireland offered me a sense of freedom that I felt I couldn’t get back home. However, it wasn’t only freedom from my worries~ it was freedom from my own negativity. This freedom and endless sea of positivity that I found in Ireland is why a piece of my heart will always rest there. It’s an experience that can never be taken away from me and it’s something I can always look back on when I’m feeling particularly lost.

Ireland taught me to find this freedom wherever I am and that once I find it, to always keep in sight. I won’t always hold on to it, but I will never lose it.

I didn’t do much drinking while in Ireland (in fact I can count on one hand how many drinks I had while I was there), but I didn’t mind that so much because drinking authentic irish beer wasn’t why I went in the first place. I might have mentioned this in one of the previous posts, but I went to Ireland because it was the exact opposite of home. It’s not a huge bustling city (at least, not what I witnessed), and the beautiful green space almost everywhere called to me.

I landed and based myself in Dublin but I spent most of my trip trekking; I guess you could say I fell for some “tourist traps” but I went to the ones that offered the most green. 🙂

Here’s are a few of my favourite moments:

I remember having a cup of coffee by the harbour at Doolin (on my second day in Ireland) and thinking it was a great start to the morning despite dealing with a bit of jet-lag. It was supposed to be cloudy and in Dublin it had been drizzling since the afternoon before, but once we left the city centre, it was all bright skies and sunshine.

My stroll at the Cliffs of Moher was amazing. There’s no view like that at home (not that I know of anyway) and it took my breath away. I remember sitting at the edge at one point just taking in everything around me in a state of awe. As much as the baby cliffs (at the Burren) were nice to see, the cliffs at Moher offered more green. I can still remember the earthy smells! Tt was also a pretty warm day and with the long trek, the open space offered a nice refreshing breeze. I wish I was able to express what I was feeling then and there better but as cliche as this sounds, there are no other words that could describe what it was like there. My time at the cliffs was definitely one of my favourites during my stay in Ireland.

Trekking in County Antrim, where the Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge is, was also a trek to remember. For one it was really hot that day (I didn’t even need a sweater— that selfie I used as a feature photo in part one was taken then) and the view there is just as amazing as what Moher has to offer. The water there was so clear and such an amazing blue/green it was a sight to behold. I even crossed the rope bridge which for me and my fear of heights is quite the feat.

I even went to the Giant’s Causeway which is a very interesting place! Definitely a tourist-y thing to do but if you ever go, I do recommend listening to the history and stories the place has to offer. It’s a very crowded area though (or it was on the day I went) so don’t expect it to be as peaceful as the other places mentioned above.

Lastly~!

My trek at Glendalough in Wicklow was really great as well. It reminded me a bit of home because the hiking route had the same atmosphere as one of the mountains I hike. It was a calm rainy day but it was a nice kind of quiet that helped me with clearing my mind. I remember finding a spot by the lake and just sitting there with my journal and being able to write page after page after page— something I hadn’t been able to do then because I suffered from creative blocks.

Next time: I’ll talk about my side trips to Paris, Edinburgh, and London.
I hope you enjoyed some of the photos 🙂 if you want to see more photos let me know~
I’m pretty sure I can dig up a few more of my favourites!

Sam.

p.s: Can we just admire all the green wide open spaces and fresh air Ireland has to offer? ❤

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I Left My Heart Abroad


Trekking in Ireland

I never thought I’d say this about being home but it’s slightly bittersweet. My tiny trip abroad was good to me. A little too good maybe. But before I get into those post-trip feels I want to start at the beginning; let’s rewind to June when this idea was first born.

My trip was a spur of the moment plan that came to me after enduring a horrible week. I wasn’t running away exactly… more like going away for a very short time so I can breathe and think things through properly. And as you may or may not already know, once I get an idea in my head I obsess over it until I deem it a hopeless case. Well… I obsessed over this crazy idea for about two weeks. Two long weeks full of planning, crunching numbers, and tons of research; it was all I spoke about, thought about, dreamt about, and I swear I could practically taste freedom on my tongue. If it was possible to eat these ideas for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I most likely would have.

Researching involved hours in front of a computer (even browsing on my phone when I was in the car or the bus) and browsing through the travel books at work. Mapping out the best location for hostels/B&Bs, public transportation schedules, and alternative plans b through z was a long venture and Google Maps became my best friend along the way.

I probably annoyed my mother with the gigantic novel-sized texts I sent her way about these hostels, tours, prices, and savings for days on end; I very nearly went crazy. Ironic really… stressing out over the planning process for a trip that’s supposed to de-stress you… Either way, things started looking up by the end of that second week.

The next thing I know, my flight is booked. It’s official. I’m going to Ireland. Mid-June until August 1st I dedicated all my free time to work work work trying to save up tons of money to pay everything off and still have enough cash left over for food and spending in my pocket. If you’re a long time follower here, you may have noticed I didn’t update much (although, you could have just assumed it was another one of my regular breaks from the web)… Well work was why I disappeared… I worked seven days a week for nearly two months but it was worth it.

During this intense work period I was asked two questions by friends, family, and co-workers. 1. Why are you working so much/motivated to take on all these hours? To which I answered: I’m going on a trip. Upon elaborating, they asked me 2. You’re going by yourself?!

How does one decide to go traveling solo? Especially as a solo female traveler people tend to caution you “It’s dangerous/you shouldn’t go alone” before you even tell them where you’re going.

Deciding on traveling solo was an easy decision for me to make. I wasn’t going to stop myself from going on a trip because my friends couldn’t come with me. When I first thought of going to Ireland, I even contemplated and researched tour companies like Contiki, TopDeck, and EF College Break Tours so I wouldn’t have to go “alone”. I almost settled on a tour with one of them but decided against it in the end.

I remember being with a tour group for 10 days when I was in high school and as much as I enjoyed it, there were plenty of things I could have gone without seeing and places I wish I had gone to see or stayed longer in instead. Since this mini trip was for me, I came to the decision that I should just plan it to go the way I want it to be. And by plan, I mean make a list of all the things I want to see and then find the best and cheapest way to get to there (Try not to make your plans set in stone because stuff happens… and sometimes you just can’t do something about it– you’ll save yourself the disappointment this way).

After committing myself to this solo trip, the next question I got a lot was: Aren’t you worried/scared?

To be honest. I was a little worried because I’m prone to getting myself into odd situations but scared… not really. I’m used to exploring my city on my own so I figured it shouldn’t be too different. Besides, every place I chose to visit on this trip, (Ireland, England, Scotland, and France) I could get around in easily because I can speak, read, and write in english and in french.

“What is there to be scare of?” I’d ask them. In return my friends would ask me if I ever watched those “Hostel” movies (or whatever they’re called). When my answer was no, they told me not too haha.

Do people normally feel scared before their first solo trip? I imagine if someone was too scared to go abroad by themselves they just wouldn’t go without a friend. Although, I would definitely recommend going on at least ONE trip by yourself if you can. It’s something to be experienced. I don’t know if I’ll be able to describe what I felt exactly but I’ll try my best in my next post.

I’ll leave you with that for now.

Until Next Time~
Sam
P.S: I know I say this all the time but I missed you guys! It’s good to be back! I hope you’re all doing well! I’ll try to catch up on everything that’s been going on in my feed soon! 😀

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Gogo Yubari Time~


Weeee~ I had wayyy too much fun with that lovely weapon of mine.

A few weeks ago was my co-worker’s birthday and it was a Quentin Tarantino themed costume party~
Obviously I had to go as Gogo Yubari. I found the school girl skirt and the blazer at a second hand store; I used one of my work blouses; Made a giant red bow; And bought supplies to make the weapon (it’s not an exact replica and it’s still incomplete but I ran out of time haha. it still came out pretty good though! If you want to know how I made it just let me know and I’ll make a post; I took some progress shots since it was the first time I did something like that).
It was wayyy too hot to wear the blazer at the party and I wore my glasses most of the night because I didn’t want to be blind, but in the end those details don’t really matter. What did matter was that it was an amazing night with great company~

There isn’t much else to say so I’ll leave you with some photos.

Pictures were all taken by Tom 🙂

weapon~





Sam

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Are You Happy?


It’s a thought that came to me the other night when I said “I’m Happy” in my last post.

Answer this for me:
When someone asks you “How are you?” do you say “I’m happy” or “I’m okay”?
I only realized I always answer either with: okay/ fine/ tired/ great/ stressed/ sick/ better than yesterday/ could be better. Sometimes I’ll admit I’m feeling a little down… But I never say “I’m Happy”.
I noticed that when I extend the question to someone else, their response is always something along the similar lines of: “I’m doing okay/ fine/ tired/ etc…”

Does no one ever say “I am happy” anymore? Does okay/fine/great = happy? And if we are happy, then why don’t we just say it? Why do we say something so… I don’t know, non-committal, like “I’m fine”?
Is it because it’s no longer the social norm to say “I’m feeling happy today, thanks for asking, how are you”? Is it because it could be taken as flaunting something someone else might not be feeling?

Now… I’m not saying that I’ve been unhappy but does not being unhappy automatically mean you’re happy? I know what I felt the other night with my friends was genuine happiness and I don’t feel that every day. If I’m not unhappy nor am I feeling genuinely happy then what am I feeling most days? Apathetic? Neutral? Do my bursts of energy count as happiness? Or is that just excitement over whatever it is that caught my attention?

I think it’s kind of sad. How many days have gone by and I just coasted through? How many days have passed and I didn’t take advantage of being able to feel something positive? Sure around company you can laugh when something’s funny, feel sad or disappointed when the situation calls for it, but once you’re alone what do you feel?

And, I’m not saying you have to tell everyone ‘I’m happy’ all the time or even feel happy every day. I know there are those days when you’ve just reached your limit, but why do I feel as though the majority of the people today are only “okay” most of the time when they could be feeling better by being “happy”? Why do I feel as though this society we live in is prone to looking towards the negative instead of the positive? (I know I’m prone to doing that and it’s something I’ve been trying (and failing) to change)

Hell, I could be making myself a happier person but for some reason I thought I was comfortable with how I was. After the other evening, I know I’d rather feel like that on most days instead of how I’ve been feeling until now.

Am I making any sense or am I just over thinking everything like I usually do (I swear, sometimes it sucks living inside your mind). It might be a little sad, but to be honest with you, I had a good cry about all of this. I think I worried myself because I have gone through bouts of feeling extremely sad for months on end for no apparent reason and I thought that maybe, just maybe, I convinced myself that I was happy when I wasn’t. Maybe that is the case and I’m in denial, I don’t know. Maybe I just settled for feeling “alright” all the time because it’s easier being apathetic about everything… I’m honestly lost…

What I do know is: since I’m aware of how I want to be feeling on a more regular basis, I’m going to work towards that. I don’t want to coast through life the way I have been. I want to be happy. And not the “I’m okay” ‘happy’ either. I want the real ‘happy’.

What do you think? Am I crazy?

I’m probably crazy…
Sam

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I Love My Team


I feel like I haven’t written about any… I don’t know… life stuff lately?? The last few posts on my blog have been about why I haven’t updated. Belated answers to emails. General interests, opinions, and stress. Let’s change that for something a little light-hearted shall we?

Last night my co-workers organized a bowling night/reunion/going away get together. And I have to admit it was the most fun I’ve had in a long while. I think it’s because it was something a tiny bit different from the usual bar thing (not that we didn’t end up at a bar later or use the bar at the bowling alley…) and also the great company.

It was my first time going bowling since I was 9. And it was my first time using the non kid balls hahaha. I can tell you now that I’m terrible at bowling. But! At least I’m consistent in my bowling skills. We played three rounds, my final score was 45 for the two first rounds and 50 for the last and I was only in last place once! So that’s a plus. Imagine I had a competitive personality when it came to sports? (I’m only competitive about other things) I’d probably be feeling bummed the whole night. Instead I was extremely happy every time I managed to hit a pin.

The whole night we were just bonding as a team… actually, I like the word family better. I really love them all. It was so strange because it was the first time we were all very affectionate with each other, or rather, the first time we were extra affectionate with each other (I mean, there was the occasional hug and what not but that’s about it). I think that was partly because I usually only ever see them in work or at a bar (it’s hard to be “affectionate” at a bar I find), and partly because… well… I’m very rarely affectionate with people in the first place.

Last night was full of hugs and laughter and cuddles and more hugs! I can’t even elaborate on all the crazy shenanigans that went on at the bowling place, but I can swear all that laughing was probably equivalent to an abs workout. When we left the bowling alley in search for a place to eat I somehow ended up getting a piggieback ride from one of my co-workers which invoked a few others to pair off and have piggieback rides and soon we were running down the street like we were re-enacting Mario Cart… except. it was piggieback racing? People looked at us strangely but that’s okay. They probably thought we were drunk (which some of us were). Once we managed to get a table big enough for us (at the third bar we ventured too), we just mellowed out and bonded over beer, food, and interesting conversations.

Seriously. I couldn’t have asked for a better night.
I love love love my team. I wouldn’t trade them for the world and I will be sad to leave them one day (or have them leave us to head  towards their own goals).

I’m happy.
And I feel like I don’t say that enough. Strange isn’t it. That’s definitely something I’ll be thinking about.
That’s all for today~ I just really wanted to share my excitement/happiness/whatever the heck this emotion I’m feeling is. LOVE~ I’m spreading the love~ haha. 🙂

Sam

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Trapped Inside My Mind


Stuck…

Do you ever get those days where you’re stuck inside your head? Those days where you obsess over an idea and before you know it your whole day is gone?

Yeah. I get those… I’ve been losing myself in my mind a lot lately and I can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not. Each time I’m obsessing over one personal project or another and it’ll go for days on end. I’ll sleep, eat, and breathe these ideas until I go crazy. It’s a little frustrating when your baby project isn’t growing at the pace you want it to but I guess it’s a bit of a life lesson. Patience and all that, right?

It gets pretty hectic in this brain of mine and I’m surprised I don’t suffer from constant headaches because of these days. For example, the current project running through my mind these days is an audition video I’m working on.

I’m not sure if you’re aware but I love to dance. I used to dance all the time while I was in high school; took part in the school variety show, had dance lessons, choreographed pieces at the park downtown with my friends. It was fun. Then College came and I sort of lost it. I miss it, I watch videos online and get all nostalgic and sad so I told myself in 2013 I’ll go back to it. I’m taking dance classes again, I’m choreographing again and I’m really enjoying it.

This is where the audition video comes in. There’s this group I discovered in my city who put on performances several times a year. I thought it’d be a great idea to see if I could join them and sent in some inquiries. Emailing back and forth and getting all the details needed for an audition everything was set into motion.

For the past month I’ve been going through songs ideas, looking for a studio to practice in, looking for a video camera to film my audition, costume ideas, how am I going to edit my video without a laptop etc. Slowly, everything is coming together! I have two friends who are willing to spend the day with me to film my audition. I’ve finally settled on the songs. Choreography is in the process of being refined and I’m teaching it to a friend. The only thing missing now is location location location. Where should I set my audition? There’s nothing wrong with a studio but I really want to do something creative. I’d say the outdoors, but Montreal winters can be brutal…

This… is what I’ve been obsessing over. The songs are on a constant repeat. Even as I type this entry out, I have one of the songs blasting in my ears. Then I get moments where I want to tweak the choreography here and there. I’m having trouble finding the time to meet with my friends to practice. Doubt. Is it good enough? Wrong song? Wrong move? Wrong timing? I should give myself a break but my mind won’t let me. When I obsess over something it seriously takes over my life. My friend is convinced it’s only because of the perfectionist in me.

Don’t get me wrong though! I’m really enjoying myself. It might sound like I’m hating every moment of this but I’m not. I love creating things and while I stress over all this now, when it’s over, and my baby is all grown up and mature, I’ll be so proud and feel so accomplished [even if I don’t get the position on the team:)]. It feels amazing being creative, it’s been so long since I’ve created something like a dance, or a drawing, or even a full short story. Maybe this is the step I needed to take to tap back into my creative side? I hope so.

Wish me luck~
Until Next Time
Sam 🙂

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Color Me Rad 5K


Life always seems to take over when you least expect it doesn’t it? I didn’t think I’d disappear from the world of blogging for this long again, but with my mother in town (or rather, she was, she left yesterday morning), school, school work/midterms, and getting more hours at work (by more hours I mean they scheduled all my availabilities so my weekends are now gone), free time was/is still near none existent. Plus, the change of the weather and just general stress has been making me feel sick. I definitely don’t recommend writing essays while on cold medication (especially when they’re due that afternoon).

In other happenings of my life, last sunday, October 7th, I took part in the Color Me Rad 5k Montreal. My first ever 5k and I have to say it was pretty successful! Actually, towards the end, when supervisors announced we had 1k left I was shocked, like, that’s it?! Already?! Not even winded. That might have been the adrenaline though.

It was a lot of fun and if this event is going on near you soon, you should definitely sign up and go! If they go to ontario, I’m hoping to make the trip there and do it all over again! That’s how fun it was! 😀

Before The Run

My duffle bag full of clothes and shoes

Bumped into my mother halfway through the last K

A moment my mother caught

(Bumped into a friend before the run and merged our two mini teams together! )
Team Captains! 😀

washing off all that color made my shower and purplish-blue.

Well, that’s all for todayyy.
I leave you with a video of what Color Me Rad is like 🙂

Until my next update.

Sam

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Where Am I Going?


Now that I’m a student again those “what am I going to do with my life” thoughts have come back to haunt me with a vengeance (probably because it had been put on the back burner for about a year or so). You’ve probably had similar thoughts and if you’re anything like me, you were probably wondering, worrying, stressing about how things might not go your way.

I know it’s completely normal to not know exactly what you want to do in life. Some people are lucky and knew from the start, others had/maybe still have no idea what they’re doing and continue to coast through life.

My problem wasn’t so much of a “what am I going to do” but a “which one should I choose” kind of deal. In high school, I knew I wanted to go into the arts or writing. When I applied for CEGEP (if you’re unfamiliar with the acronym, it’s General and Professional College (in French though) that’s pretty much required for Quebec students if you want to go to University) I did Arts and Culture which was a nice mix between fine arts classes, art history, film studies, journalism, creative writing and how this all related to society and different cultures. When it was time to apply for University, I knew it was time to choose. Which artistic side of me did I want to pursue more? My writing or my art?

After some contemplating, I realized that no matter how much I loved drawing and painting, I would never be able to do it as a career. I couldn’t see myself doing it every day for the rest of my working life. Freelancing it, keeping it more as a hobby than a job was fine but anything more than that, I felt like I would probably lose my passion for it. With writing though, it was different. I knew I’d be able to do it everyday, even if I didn’t feel like it, but not lose my passion for it. In fact, while I might not update my page every day here (like I did in the beginning) I still write every day. It just doesn’t get posted.

With that understanding, I went for literature and as a result I’m currently an English Lit major with a minor in Professional Writing.

That’s when more options, career-wise, were revealed to me and for a good part of my first year of undergrad studies, I started thinking about what exactly I wanted to do with this degree. At the time I was really interested in going abroad helping countries build schools and teach. But as I was taking composition classes and learning about editing it brought me back to my journalism classes back at CEGEP and it made me want to venture into that field. Then, during my year off when I got hired at a book store, I contemplated on working in the book/publishing industry. Sigh. Decisions…

In an ideal world, I’d like to do all of these jobs/careers one day. If I plan it carefully, maybe I’ll manage to pull it off. I mean, there are plenty of volunteer groups that go to countries in need, builds schools and teach so I could join one of those for a summer or two (or four).

After I finish my degree, I was planning on applying for this internship I found that works directly with the Canadian magazine industry and I’m sure I could find something similar for the publishing industry as well. If those fell through, I knew I wanted to go back to school and get my art and education degree so I could teach art or English. Ideally though, I’d love to work for/in magazines/journals/publishing first and when I “retire” or something, move onto teaching to share my experiences.

These are all just hopes and dreams at the moment but I hope I’ll achieve them one day soon.

Above all of these, I’ve always wanted to inspire. I always hope that one day my words, works or actions will inspire someone like many have inspired me. I think that’s partly why I started this blog in the first place. To connect with the world and give a piece of myself no matter how small. Maybe I could bring a few smiles along the way… who knows?

So…
Where am I going?

I’m going to finish my studies
I’m going to strive and work hard
I’m going to continue dreaming and reaching and hoping
and one day
I’m going to make all of this happen.
Maybe.

Until Next Time~!
Sam

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Adventure Time With Sam: A Weekend in New York


Our little crew in the big city (or rather, Central Park)
Mike, Me, Ang, Marco, & Alex

I just realized I never wrote about my time away from home so I thought better late than never! And then I went to look for any pictures I took of the adventure that kicked off my vacation and came to a realization. You’ll all think my friends and I are alcoholics because the only thing I have pictures of are the yummy drinks we drank.

Sigh.

Then I went to hunt through my friends’ photos and stole a few from them for the sake of this blog haha.

Anyway. On to the Adventure~!

Friday evening, July 20th marked the start of our journey to New York City. For some of us, it wasn’t the first time there, for others it was. Personally, it was my fourth time to the state, but my second time going with just friends.

Our bus left at 10pm? or maybe it was at 9h30? I can’t remember anymore and I don’t think I kept my paper/ticket.

We got to the border about an hour and a half into the drive and waited in line to go through the interview/customs process. One of my friends went first and I was called soon after to the worker next to his. My security guy wasn’t overly cold like my past ones were, and asked me only three questions. My name. Where was I going. And who was I with. When I answered the last question by pointing at my friend next to me and the others still waiting for their turn, he nods, smiles and says I’ve been cleared.

That was the shortest interview process I’ve ever had at customs. My friends’ laughed saying it was probably because my neon sweater made me look like a 14 year old (even though my passport clearly states my date of birth if the worker was quick at math). Sigh. Moving on.

The bus ride was pretty uneventful and I caught a bit of shut eye, but not much since buses aren’t as comfortable as trains.

Alex, Ang and her boyfriend Mike

Myself and Marco

We arrived in the city at 6am, took a taxi to our hotel The Double Tree by Hilton, checked into our rooms, freshened up and was back out hunting for breakfast. That took longer than we expected because we didn’t know where to go, which place was best, and the type of food my friends wanted. You all probably know me enough by now that I didn’t care what we ate as long as we ate soon. After being directed to a diner like place that had the typical eggs, sausage, potatoes, we settled into our booth and it was chow time.

I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but I downed two cups easily, especially since I knew we were going to be walking everywhere all day long. That’s when one of my friend’s pointed out a small difference between this city and ours. You pay for coffee with your breakfast and the waiter won’t ask if it’s separate bills. Actually, no restaurant in NYC asked us if it was a one tab thing and when we requested separate bills, they looked at us like we were from another planet. It was quite humorous haha.

After breakfast we took a long stroll in Central Park, lounged around for a bit and just took a breather to relax. Apparently the same weekend we were at the park there was a marathon going on so there were runners everywhere. It was interesting to watch and listen to all the cheering.

Our next stop of the day was Grand Central Station, FAO and the Apple store. Ahhh to be a kid again and to be giant men-children surrounded by gadgets. Need I say more about this stop of our trip?

After that, we hit time square, the M&Ms and Hershey stores, and our first bar of the weekend. In Time Square, they had blocked off the street for some sort of street sales so there was food and stuff to buy everywhereeee. My friend, Ang and I ate fried oreos. So unhealthy but soooo delicious. Urgh. Just thinking about it makes me crave some.

In the Limoooo it was a white one.

Look! our drink came with candyyy!

Moving on, we had one round at the bar before deciding to head back to the hotel for a nap because we were going to have a long night out later. We prettied ourselves up for this night out around 6pm and were out the door thirty minutes later. For some reason, we ended up in a limo, traveling in style to this chinese restaurant that had the best Szechuan dumplings ever. I swear. They were awesome. Once we finished chowing down, we went on our way to soho and bar-hopped there for the night before settling at the lounge/bar.

I don’t know how tequila is supposed to be done, but where I’m from, we do them as mini shots, we salt and lemon/lime. At one of the bars we had gone too, it was just tequila in these huge “shot” glasses. Urgh. Let me tell you, I hate tequila. Actually, both Ang and I hate tequila. It’s a dangerous dangerous drink, it burns and it’s not pleasant feeling in your stomach afterwards. Luckily, a waitress came back not a second later asking us if we wanted jello shot. Uh, did you even have to ask?! Anything to wash down the yuck of tequila.

The rest of the night, I stuck to candy drinks because they’re tastier (even though maybe a little more dangerous because it catches you off guard when you don’t realize how quickly or how much of said drink you drank).

Our drinking session ended around 2 am and someone had the genius idea to walk back to our hotel. An hour into our walk my friend’s boyfriend realized we were following the so-called genius idea of a drunk person and got the better idea of hailing a cab.

Once we got back to the hotel, we knocked out for the night.

Definitely not looking like tourists at all… Deciding where to go next.

Day two in the Big Apple was less eventful and much more relaxing. We just spent the morning lounging around, freshening up, and doing a little shopping. Once late afternoon came, the guys left us girls for the Chelsea match.

Ang and I decided to do the smart thing (unlike yesterday when trying to find a place to eat by winging it) and research what restaurants there were in our area. We walked around for a bit and came across this great italian restaurant and across the street from that was Dylan’s Candy Bar. It was perfect! Then on the way back, we found the LOVE sign.

Our last night in the city was spent relaxing some more, playing cards, listening to music and just talking. We stayed up until 3am laughing. It was great. I was a little disappointed I couldn’t make the trip back home with them but I wasn’t complaining because the next morning, I was on a plane to California. But that’s a story for another post. 🙂

Our last night’s card game.

Until Next Time~!
Sam

P.S: There are other photos but I’ll probably save them for a giant photo post of my summer 🙂

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