to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

woo!!!

yes,bacon baked and iced me a car - influenced by the skoda advert

and oh,please welcome EOS400D to the family!I’ve missed you canon!

Sorry for the spotted quality - taken on the toilet mirror.heh.

Just got it 2 hrs ago,so you will see more of my EOS400D in action soon!

so happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeee!!

Before the horrors of the torrential rain and endless mud filled cesspit toilets made me lose the plot completely, I spent Thursday evening having quite a nice stroll around the festival site. It takes more than 1.5 hours from one end to the other, and still retaining my sense of humor, I went around the arena in what would be my first and last time.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is why people flock to Glastonbury year after year for the past 37 years, even with the mud

The Cider Bus of Burrow Hill Cider . Famed for their home made cider,you can taste the oak barrels that it’s been kept in to frement. DELICIOUS. They even serve it hot, mixed in with apples

For those not familiar with cider, it’s a lovely alternative to beer and quite unlike the apple cider viniger that most of us girls are used to (apparently helps weight loss). It is basically a fizzy alcoholic apple juice. Though the one from burrow hill are not gassy.Yum again!

Yumyum

My fav foodstall in the whole festival - I heart carribien food

Prawn Gumbo served with rice and beans, and think that is a griddle cake.Yummers. Was served on the plates that my mom uses.

Noah’s Ark!!! Inside were information on climate change and save-the-world propaganda. Glastonbury is a very save-the-world festival - in between acts, representatives would come out and bitch about, and I quote, “one man axis of evil who lives in the White House”. Poppy fucking cock.Hate it when people are judgementally trying to brainwash the general population

Iron tortise..heh.

Tin cow in the sky. Yes, VERY irrelevant

Poop-scooping from the paper mache cow. I like the milk cartons for udders

Elephant made out of recycled semi-skimmed milk carton. Me likes.

Wooden Monkey

At the healing fields; stonehenge portaloos. Someone has a sense of humor. FYI, Glastonbury is held in conjunction with the Summer Solstice (longest day of the year), where druids and humans alike gather at the famed Stonehenge to get in touch with Mother Nature.

Ps: Apparently The Healing Fields were the place the get stocked up on all paraphenelia to ‘get high’

Chilling at the Healing Fields. You can still see patches of grass

The mystical wooden dragon in all it’s glory

The Gathering of Rain clouds - Glastonbury sunset over the Healing Fields

The Chapel of Lost Vageuness.

Geddit?

Las Vegas?

They conduct wedding blessings here and anyone can get married at the Chapel of Love and Lust.Registration took place on Friday at noon - by that time I was sitting down listening to The Cribs holding an umbrella. Never got back to Lost Vagueness. Shame on me.

Glastonbury. The mini utopia of happiness. Which literally turned into the worst weekend of my life.Look at what it did to my pretty wellies/ waterproof plastic boots.

Friday

The pyramid stage with Paulo Nutini playing

Tired

Monkeys at the dance village.

Sunset over Glastonbury

Saturday

By this time it’s all turned to pot. Look at Rob (sitting down) with his Mary Poppins on crack umbrella.Goes well with his mud caked combat boots

Oops mommy, I pooed my pants.

Hardcore at Dance tent West

I’m not that hardcore…nearly burst into tears when I saw the state of it

Even Mr Softee sinks..

Sunset over Glastonbury

Sunday

Bacon unintentionally splashing on mud. Did not have a choice really.Either you splash,or you do not move at all.

Superman Rocks

We wanna fly away from this carnage…

Tent carnage

And again

It just kept going on, the same mud-ruined tents repeated in every field.

Bacon trudging through mud with a hog roast sandwich ( siu yuk sandwich)

4 days of torrenntial rain + calf-high sticky,splashy mud + no showers + no toilets + no toilet roll + 2mX1m cramped camp = extremely grumpy angry blogger

be back in a bit.

Guess who won 197 sweets at the local church summer fair?Of all the things to win….

…..is definately not here in the 10 deg. weather

machauchibye…its been raining cats and dogs (and babies) for nearly a week now and the rain god don’t seem to have any intention to even slow down or stop this godawful weather. My worst nightmare has come true and now I will be facing Glastonbury with a pair of goggles. I barely enjoy non-raining camping, with the torrential rain how are we even going to put up the tent!! Thank god we have re-waterproofed the tents.

The rain is also destroying whatever plans I had this weekend. I had the clever idea of strawberry picking to make jam…yes, like last year’s delicious raspberry, blackcurrant and cherry jam - just that now we have lost our old cherry tree and black currant bush, we need to get them berries from somewhere else. But by the look of the weather, swimming in strawberries is more like it. Probably hide in the Mall again this weekend. BLEAAAHH!

serve me right for complaining that the sun shine outside is not compatible with my inner turnmoil.

dreyb told me that I think too much and worry too much.She is probably right. My references are being checked at the moment for my new role and I am worrying like crazy.It is even interfering with my work and my life,all this worrying. The stupid part is,I know I have nothing to fear.But yet, I am impatiently fearful.

Received and email from someone that I don’t know very well this morning, and was crazy enough to analyze and reanalyze what she was trying to say that I even send it to dreyb. Which was just basically an email to say HELLO. A born analyst, I am overburdening my shoulders with the worries of the world….and loads of nonexistant worries.

if this continues, I need to seriously consider moving to Kuwait

I just want to float away

At 10.51pm yesterday, we welcomed big boy Edward Holt (11lb - apparently thats huge!!!) to the world.

Sometime yesterday night, we welcomed unnamed baby S&S (initial of the parents) at 6lb8

Then today at work,I heard that a collegue had given birth to a baby Luca (7.5lb)at 5.15am

Must be the sucky weather causing all this baby pop-a-dome (sounds wrongly like poppadom!). Now, for a girl baby - we are still awaiting the pop-a-dome from mommy Jasmine in Fresno. Getting all this weight of other babies in, I now realized that I would not like to have an 11lb baby either!

And I must congratulate Michelle for the birth of Brianna Theresia…cute little girl born on 19th of May with a full shock of hair:).

I am one of the crazy people that love watching adverts. I sing to the songs and I am happy when my fave adverts are on…and this, has gotta be the best ever (ignore the butt ugly car):

Absolutely ACE!

PS: They actually did bake the whole goddamed thing.

To the uninitiated, Ibiza is known as Evissa in Ibiza. Confusing? Just like Deutscheland and Germany. Ok? Ok, moving on…..

On the third day, we were getting bored by staying so close to the hotel so we rented a car for 3 days.At EU70 for three days, it was not a bad deal at all.

I believe in the local experience whilst travelling…travelling is not travelling if you settle for the same language, food and environment as what you get at home. Some people obviously love it, the other english guests in the hotel had started to complain the lack of ENGLISH bacon, ENGLISH sausages ect.*pukes blood*. We popped into a nearby bar (english of course) on the second night we were there and asked the bartender if he would recommend Ibiza town (better known as Evissa). With a look of semi shock and semi disgust, he said that it is nice - BUT very Spanish.

And this was how I knew I had to go.

Evissa town is about 30 minutes drive away from the touristic San Antonio. Superclubs are between san antonio and Evissa, i.e. Pacha. Superclub Space is down the road from Evissa, at Playa D’en Bossa. But not many tourists/clubbers have seen Evissa at its best in the daylight.

I stayed by the big boat on the left of the map, Evissa is the boat on the right.

The main junction at Evissa, the equivalent of the Egg in San Antonio. Sorry, I know the stone statue is actually very famous,but I cannot for the life of me, remember the story.

Evissa is famous for its pottery/ceramics. This strangely reminds me of being in Mexico. It is, of course, more expensive and way cleaner without straggly looking people hawking churros by the roadside, which is part of mexico’s charm.

We walked around the town and I love love their juliet balconies! You can just imagine some guy singing or throwing rotten mussles from the street level.

Evissa is more of a ‘functioning’ town compared to San Antonio. San Antonio is more like Vegas, whilst Evissa is like San Francisco - there is a very surreal fake element to San Antonio. Evissa is so charming with its old school brick buildings and fairytale wooden doors, I keep snapping at random homes.

Bacon getting lost

Shops shops and more shops! Just like Chinatown and our pasar malam - ableit with prices that are about 3 times higher.

The walled city - also known as Intramuros. Similar to the one in Manila (even in name due to the Spanish influence in Manila), this is also known as a fort. Just imagine fairy tales and you would get my drift. Or even Lord of the Rings. Hmm. I know, not a very good introduction but I did not really snap loads that day as it was so pleasant I just wanted to enjoy it.

This sooooo look like a brocolli don’t it?

Grooving to some DJ. All around Ibiza/Evissa, vendors capitalize on its fame as one big superclub and dance music cds are widely available from streetsides to hotels and superclub stores - at an extremely inflated price.Would have been cheaper to purchase it in ££ from HMV. So we didn’t buy anything. In my hands were my shopping loot from Mango - or, in Malaysia, MNG. Proudly Spanish.

Evissa is an extremely pleasant seaside town. It gives you a feel of the Ibicien lifestyle that does not consist of endless menus in english and thank yous instead of garcias. It is where the locals shop and eat, and it is where I loved the most. It was a shame that we never had the chance to return during the night or even another day…the island is just filled with wonderful discoveries that one week is not enough.

Its such a grey pathetic day today - should we return to Ibiza? With the PMS over, I am ready to return to the seas.My blogging by topic for ibiza did not actually work out…there were loads more to ibiza than sunsets,beaches and food.

Our lovely hotel. Supposedly it’s Hotel Nautilus but all I can see is Hotel Nauti.

Path to toto land

The hump wall..you line yuorself up and hump each other..hehe.

Palm trees lining

The path to paradise

Which lead to…….

This shithole. “*”^%$%!>?£$”!!!!!!! Café Del Mar was under renovation

So is Café Mambo where Jose Padilla is supposedly starring now.

They are building a path/jetty/broadwalk around the sunset strip, thus the renovations done at all the chilled bars. You can no longer sit on the bunch of rocks that they called a beach to watch the sunset. Shame.

Just to remind you how I look like. Actually, it’s because I think I look nice with the windswept thing going on..lols.It was day 2, so I still have my winter skin on..

The backstreets of San Antonio - spot the bacon.

The tribute to Columbus, as famous in Ibiza as its hedonistic nights. Legend has it that when Columbus was seeking finance for his trip to discover the route to the Far East, he was told it was an impossible task.

So, he took an egg, and said ‘Would you say it was impossible to stand this egg upright?’ Of course, everyone agreed it was impossible. Whereupon clever Christopher lightly cracked the base, so that the egg could stand upright.

‘Nothing is impossible’, said he, and thus obtained the confidence of his financial backers.Apparently he was an Ibicien, thus the egg in the middle of San Antonio town.