69: 12th

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totally reminiscent of last year where we celebrated m’s birthday through Skype, with me buying a cake for him and having to eat it by myself. except this time, roles are reversed. 
pictured is him having a pau for tea break because he can’t taste the amazeballs carrot cake from Bond En Smoulders that i cycled back and forth to get just for this special day.

i believe every couple has got that something which defines their relationship; and ours seems to be distance. 
but i like to think that despite everything, we always manage to survive through that :)

3rd time lucky they always say. hopefully nothing can stop us on your 26th in 2015.

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So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
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The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get.
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65: Barca hala Madrid

backtrack to my time in España. 
there is just so much to feel for this trip, in a bittersweet kind of way. 
when YJ asked if i want to join him, D and P for this trip, i didn’t expect to be so eager and agreed to it right away, nor did i expect it to burn more than a little hole in my pocket.

so aside from the ridiculous amount i have already paid to fly back home from Madrid, i had to have my first ever Primark experience in Eindhoven - my point of embarkation. yes, Primark in Netherlands and not London. yes again, how is that possible? it felt surreal. you can’t not feel surreal when you heard so many great things about Primark. so i did go alittle crazy. gotten so carried away that i had totally forgotten that i have to bring those stuff along w me to Spain. 
plus the fact that i undermined the strictness of European budget carriers. someone could’ve told me 1 handcarry means 1 handcarry, means no handbags allowed. i really miss flying with Tiger/Jetstar right now ><

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was definitely psyched to escape the cold for abit. definitely needed to get away from the winter jacket and scarf.
after my 4hr wait in the airport for the trio to arrive from Copenhagen, to be greeted w tapas and sangrias has never been more comforting.

so when one talks of Barcelona, no one ever leaves out Gaudi and his architecture.

Parc Guell

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La Sagrada Familia

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Paella Del Arte

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ok this was by far the most painful meal i had, although i have to concede that it honestly lived up to Tripadvisor’s recommendation standards. but to be set back by 25€ for the entire meal when i don’t even take rice to begin with.. heartwrenching

Casa Batlló

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Arc de Triomf

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Citudella Park

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Barri Gotic

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La Boqueria Market

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Spanish loves their pork. evidently

after exploring much of Barcelona, and eating all the churros i can find, i had no clue on what to expect about Madrid. “can Madrid live up to the standards of Barcelona?” was all i had in mind. have heard and read that the latter is surely a league on its own. different cultures, different atmospheres.

boy were they right.

Botin Restaurant

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also one of the world’s oldest restaurant.
one of the very rare occasion i ate roasted pork, simply because it was their specialty. and my 2 cents? i thought the Chinese definitely can do this dish better. aside from that, those on the table tasted average to me. suppose it’s just a novelty factor to dine here. it’s not hard to see why considering how the place was filled with middle-aged tourists, who seemingly have a lot of money to spare.

Plaza Mayor

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streets of Madrid definitely comes alive on Sundays. vastly different from where i come from. 

  • Puerta de Alcalá

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Buen Retiro Park

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Plaza de Cibeles

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where we got to witness some protest going on. before that, we spotted many police cars around and silly me thought that the Spanish police were so hardworking

Gran Via

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El Rastro Flea Market

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at this point of time, my 3 travelling partners have already left. i was really lucky to have my flight at a later time and to have met other SMU mates, people who i’ve never seen before extend their hospitality and even bring us/me around to further explore Madrid, including the above – Madrid’s biggest flea market.
as usual for me, the highlight is always the food. crazy love the pimientos padron, or green chilli peppers. gone were the days where i can barf at the slightest taste of it. funny how your taste buds change as you grow older.

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and this, kind of covered the entire trip. honestly would give more to stay longer and visit other cities, like Valencia. talking about it makes me miss it so much more already. 

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