nikhil and sauyee in italy
some photos
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ok photos from rome and first day in naples.. will post more naples photos, later. especially after climbing mount vesuvius!! haha. whee. roll the mouse over photos to see description.
Globalization
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Espanyol? (shakes his head)
Mexicaaaan !!! (no!)
Braa-zilleean!(smile)
Indiano?(pulling at the white and blue tee – ITALIANO!)
And finally, the truth – (Nepal) NEPAL? BEACHES? ( no, no .. mount everest?) oh, oh.. (okay, at least he knows)
But never Singaporean. Why not? Is that somewhere in china?
When you travel Europe, you realise why the Americans are so hated here.
GAY PRIDE
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sometimes it’s not seen.
been to all the “must-see” rome sights in our past 3 days here. suffered from some jetlag on the first day, but it’s not so bad, except for the hellish heat that plauges italy in summer! and they say that it’s only going to get worse! haha. weird keyboard makes me type slower than usual. çé*°:§ weird symbols that arent meant to be in the places that they are.
i particularly liked the colosseum, and the spanish steps, oh yes trevi by night was lovely too. okay actually almost everything la. i just dont like the heat. really. i think the vatican and sistineàs opulence is so overwhelming you get immune to the sights after a while. not quite a lot of pictures to show for it, we ran out of film and battery at the same time. other than the standard piazzas and historical places, we actually saw a gaypride parade, by chance! too tired from walking the palatine and colosseum, and kaobeing the bus which never came, wondering why the road was blocked, suddenly spied a line of policemen and then the rest of the show came on. i was appalled by this damn fat woman sticking her hand into some guyàs white trunks (yes thats all he had on) on one of the ten floats which entertained us for about an hour. i mean non stop ball grabbing action, eek. it was colour, sounds and sweat. add some alcohol and smoke. nikhil will elaborate.
_saus
GAY PRIDE
If you’re GAY and you know it, be PROUD. Opportune moment for the cameras to give up on us as well, hers with the cell and mine, with the film. If i was gay, i’d be proud too, after having seen the procession. Hell, i feel like half the italian men are gay. Especially the CARABENIERI. Just imagine the best of the CARABINIERI and POLIZIA having one mass orgy in the massive round bathtub seen in the Vatican Museum. Not too difficult. We could show you the tub, but not the policemen, apologies.
When you need to pee so bad sometimes, your brain stops functioning. And when your brain stops functioning, your mouth goes into overdrive. Add to that the heat of the Roman summer - not a pretty sight.
ciao, nikhil.
here!
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hello we are here in rome (together, finally) and using free internet from niks bangla friend. yay. kbye
‘DEUTSCHLAND’
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The windows open in three directions. Grass is rolled up like carpets, and dalmations ride on the local bus. The whole world is here, and millions have caught a fever.
WILKOMMEN IN DEUTSCHLAND
Fussball everywhere. Football at the riverside, at the courts, in the parks, on the streets, the train stations. They say the world speaks just one language. Football.
Thinking about kelz's reaction at the train station makes me laugh every single time. HEHEHE.. DEUTSCHLAND!
leaving on a jetplane
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but before that, drivingtestnumber1. ultimate scary. as ian and i agreed, comparable to med year1 pros. congrats to iantankaizhi btw for aceing the test with 10 points thanks to a kind tester with discretion.
my left gastrocnemus and soleus are aching in pain. resorting to deepheat for quick relief. please pray, everyone, that i pass tmr morning, because i can! do! it! and i'm ready for the roads. pray i dont get this poh guy who passes 1% of his testees, according to my instructor. pray i open my small eyes and watch out for other traffic! the flight to rome seems like a consolation for if i fail. more strung up about driving than flying, haha.
okay. so, i'm almost all packed, waiting for good indian dinner, hopefully with kulfi. of course the girls matter, not the food 
daryl, zhiminimi, velda, pooja, dons and kels, welcome home! (even for pooja?) i trust you had a good trip, get out of jetlag now! boys, check your email and contact sims. kelvenchen read donald's mail cos i dont have your address, sorry.
the nepali (now singaporean) is an idiot who doesnt write on this blog. might as well be idontwriteandsauyeegotoitaly?
redmarker
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wrote a post but wordpress's server was down. what's all this bad affinity with working servers about?
nikhilgautam, you have my spork (spoonfork) which we bought at peninsula for $2 a piece. i hope you brought yours and i hope you brought mine along with yours. tell me you did.
this driving test come thurs better be worth every day in frankfurt i've given up for it. it better be worth the missed opportunity of meeting the sooooooboring friends in germany as they round the last lap of their europedream trip. it better be a PASS. it's no longer about ability. inconsequential. it's the necessity for justification of my decision. it's a MUST, therefore it is a PASS.
so eggciting, you walked through the glass doors into the area. the area separating the goers from the stayers. i want to be a goer too. for now, i miss.
redmarker.
i'm supersleepy i wonder why. cos it's only So early in the night, and i have been having solid sleep hours. hmmmm. comeoncomeon, move a little faster, time! but at least i'm packed till my flying day. packed schedule, not backpack, even though it should be the latter.
Around the world in 40 days
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It is twelve thirty eight am. In less than twenty hours I will be in the air, my entire flesh and soul the responsibility of four rolls-royce engines. You know, for a month and a half, I used to sit right next to the flying monsters; cigarette smoke going up my nostrils, (not down, I dont smoke!), swirling all over the shop, and just like the tobacco in the salems or davidoffs, I used to burn. There's something about the smoking room next to Harry's at T2 that made me feel happy. Maybe the fact that there were so many Aetos or CAAS bastards slacking there. And that i was the only one who would be flying away. The only one who would come back as a passanger, sit next to the roar of the engine, and smile at the rest of the gang. Anticipation?
That was then. Somewhere within the last few days it has all cooled down, and now the whole idea is looking more like a chore than anything. Must be the repeated failed attempts at shopping. And packing's been a nightmare. It is midnight and I am still packing, if you must know.
No, it has not hit me yet. And as one comando comrade put it (by the way, the shoes are nice la.. dont worry!), it will only hit me once I am off the ground. That too, if I am in any state to realise what's going on. The Gems Blonde boys have planned an intoxicating send-off for me. Nothing beats getting tipsy over expensive liquor bought cheap at DFS. And then drinking a bit more on the plane. Pray I dont try and hijack the plane in my drunken state.
So the dream starts. 6 days in Germany, a month in Italy, and 6 days in Thailand. This is it. Pack your bags and go. And who knows if you will ever be given a chance to dream again.
Everyone, please let me know if you wish for anything to be bought from Deutschland, Italia or Bang-kok. I will try my very best. Should I dye it at the airport? Bright Auburn.
nikhil and sauyee have not gone to italy (yet)
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okay. i've done my job and set this blog up.
for friends and family.
italia here we come!
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nikhilandsauyeegotoitaly. (soon)
byebye!
