London Weekend
Spent a wonderful weekend with him.
It's our V day celebration, which unfortunately has been delayed for 2 weeks due to problems on my side. But we made it there, somehow. Phew..
It's his 1st time going to London, so naturally he was so excited about it that he couldn't go to bed the night before, while I was terribly exhausted and snoozing away...haha.
Headed off to London early on Saturday morning, and had quite an ok sleep on the coach. I was knackered having to wake up at 6.30 every morning, and only going to bed at late hours. I don't have to tell anyone I'm tired. It's so bad that it's spelt on my face.
My boy has been telling me that it hurts him to see me wake up each time the alarm clock goes off, and then dragging myself to the toilet, and go into a daze after I have changed and am having my cup of milo. A few days ago, I was so tired that I just slept and refused to wake up to have dinner. We were supposed to have some pub food for dinner, and my 5 mins' nap ended up being an hour. That made him really mad, and he kept waking me up and sounded super pissed. I was pissed as well, and did raise my voice at him. I completely ignored the fact that my boy will get gastric pains if he eats at irregular hours and I feel really wrong. But when I finally got up (still feeling very tired) and said "Why can't u just let me sleep? I only sleep about 4 hours everyday, and all I am asking is just for 1 hour's peaceful nap. Am I asking too much from u? And you know I won't reject going out for dinner, but the fact that I won't even get up for it and dozes off straight after just shows that I am really at my threshold.", he paused and apologised.
Back to the main topic.
Because it's my dunno which time in London, I felt a strong need to take care of my boy and bring him to the more popular places (which doesn't require entrance fees).
We went to see the changing of Guards at Buckingham Palace, where my boy definitely wasn't impressed with. He felt that the palace looks more like a Court. The same feeling I got when Dad 1st brought me to see it.
Then off we went to Bayswater for the famous Roasted Duck Rice at Four Seasons. Decided on a takeaway, since it was time to check into the hotel.
1st time staying in a 2 star one. Gosh, was it an experience. The room was small, with a queen size bed (but super comfy!). For London's standard of living, we shouldn't be complaining about the price and the more we shouldn't be complaining about the quality. But we both agree that our current accomodation in Cardiff is "hotel living" after comparing.
We just dozed off straight after lunch, and completely casted away our plan to go to Harrod's before more sightseeing (we wanted the night views).
Managed to get up in time to see the Tower of London, Tower Bridge, Big Ben, River Thames and the London Eye in the evening to take some photos. Tower Bridge's beautiful at night, and my boy was extremely excited over the Big Ben. It's what we call "Proper England".
Had Korean food for dinner. I miss a proper Korean barbecue, and was drooling over the thought of it, but it was so expensive, we ended up having soup, Bibimbap and Chicken Bulgogi.
Watched a little bit of TV before we went to bed.
Couldn't get up again the next morning. It's been a while since we had such a good sleep and the bed was just too comfortable. Decided to skip complimentary English bfast just to sleep more...lol.
Headed to LSE since my boy wanted to take a look at it. He was drastically disappointed, and felt that Cardiff University was still the best so far (at least it looks proper). My boy hasn't been impressed by any UK universities yet...lol...cos his university campus in China during his undergrad days was superb (except the accomodation). I saw photos of it, and I was darn impressed too! I haven't seen a university that looks that good yet, and what more...in China?!
Went for Duck Rice again at the same place. We can't have enough of it, can we?
Headed to the world-reknown Harrod's at Knightsbridge for shopping. And just in 2 minutes, we already spotted about 5 Ferraris and numerous big Mercedes Benz. My boy was drooling over the Ferraris, especially the red ones, each time he walked past one or see one speeding past.
I love Harrod's. But it's always going there that makes me feel both happy and crap. It's a place I can see proper things, things which attracts me, but what saddens me is I'm always watching people buy them, while I dare not even dream of taking my card to swipe. The stuffs I buy from there are just Harrod's brand, not any of the Dior, Versace, etc.
We admired the fine jewellery and the solitaire diamond rings. The salesman was hinting to him that he should buy one, but all we could do was just laugh and walk away after saying a polite "No, thank you.".
We kinda like this Lalique bracelet (which can also be a choker) which he was considering of buying for his cousin. I love that piece so much. But it was very costly, and because her gift wasn't priority, we decided to just keep it as an option.
He bought a D&G handbag for his Mum. Simple, but elegantly classy. I love that piece too. And it did shock me when he said "Please get me a new piece" after taking a few looks at it, because it costs 450 pounds! Ok, it's not a crazy price for that brand, but I thought he would at least consider it for a while.
Then we went hunting for his Dad's present. Bought his dad a nice top. Hopefully he'll like it. The sleeve was slightly dirty, so I went to demand for a discount. Managed to get 9 pounds off the original price, so he ended up paying 170 pounds. Not much of a discount, but it's enough to pay for his weekend London tube tickets...haha.
We went to look at our own stuffs after, and we fell in love with a white leather jacket. He was thinking about it the rest of the day, but the price was simply too steep. Imagine paying 800+ pounds for it! I was kinda glad he resisted his temptation, or else...he'll get a major shock when he checks his bank statement.
I adored so many clothes at the Ladies' Department. But I couldn't afford any of them. Or rather, I wasn't willing to part with my money to buy them. I felt terrible being only able to admire and dream about being able to wear them, and felt even worse when I saw this Chinese girl around my age, all dolled up and shopping with her Mum (who wears branded clothes from top to toe), trying on a coat I love.
I started becoming pretty sensitive for the rest of the day, especially in the streets. I realise how plain I am, compared to the Oriental girls studying in London. They all had make up on, dress fashionably, while I was looking like a complete plain student (and carrying a backpack). I felt like shit walking next to my boy. And whenever I look at him holding my hand, I feel horrible. I really really do.
My boy likes girls who dolls up, not too much though. He told me that he was shocked at how plain I can be, since his friends are always dolling up, and that he thought no one could be plainer than his cousin who puts on make up so light, it's as good as not putting any. He thought I don't doll up because I'm not interested. But the truth is I am, and I want to, but having such chronic lack of sleep that it's already getting at me, I can't imagine waking up 30 mins or more earlier just to look good. I do wish I am dressed up nicely whenever I go out with him too. It doesn't feel nice feeling that I look shitty next to him.
He knows that I am feeling bad, but I don't think he knows the extent of it. He tried consoling me and telling me that make up is bad for my skin, but I'm sure if I were to dress up, he would be most glad. If not, he wouldn't tell me to wear something nice and to put on make up when I go and have dinner with his parents when I go to Beijing, or say he'll bring me shopping to get me really pretty clothes when I'm there.
Sheesh, I've spent too much time typing this entry. Better stop here now. That's kinda my long waited wonderful weekend. Finally, we got to take photos together and move around UK.
It's our V day celebration, which unfortunately has been delayed for 2 weeks due to problems on my side. But we made it there, somehow. Phew..
It's his 1st time going to London, so naturally he was so excited about it that he couldn't go to bed the night before, while I was terribly exhausted and snoozing away...haha.
Headed off to London early on Saturday morning, and had quite an ok sleep on the coach. I was knackered having to wake up at 6.30 every morning, and only going to bed at late hours. I don't have to tell anyone I'm tired. It's so bad that it's spelt on my face.
My boy has been telling me that it hurts him to see me wake up each time the alarm clock goes off, and then dragging myself to the toilet, and go into a daze after I have changed and am having my cup of milo. A few days ago, I was so tired that I just slept and refused to wake up to have dinner. We were supposed to have some pub food for dinner, and my 5 mins' nap ended up being an hour. That made him really mad, and he kept waking me up and sounded super pissed. I was pissed as well, and did raise my voice at him. I completely ignored the fact that my boy will get gastric pains if he eats at irregular hours and I feel really wrong. But when I finally got up (still feeling very tired) and said "Why can't u just let me sleep? I only sleep about 4 hours everyday, and all I am asking is just for 1 hour's peaceful nap. Am I asking too much from u? And you know I won't reject going out for dinner, but the fact that I won't even get up for it and dozes off straight after just shows that I am really at my threshold.", he paused and apologised.
Back to the main topic.
Because it's my dunno which time in London, I felt a strong need to take care of my boy and bring him to the more popular places (which doesn't require entrance fees).
We went to see the changing of Guards at Buckingham Palace, where my boy definitely wasn't impressed with. He felt that the palace looks more like a Court. The same feeling I got when Dad 1st brought me to see it.
Then off we went to Bayswater for the famous Roasted Duck Rice at Four Seasons. Decided on a takeaway, since it was time to check into the hotel.
1st time staying in a 2 star one. Gosh, was it an experience. The room was small, with a queen size bed (but super comfy!). For London's standard of living, we shouldn't be complaining about the price and the more we shouldn't be complaining about the quality. But we both agree that our current accomodation in Cardiff is "hotel living" after comparing.
We just dozed off straight after lunch, and completely casted away our plan to go to Harrod's before more sightseeing (we wanted the night views).
Managed to get up in time to see the Tower of London, Tower Bridge, Big Ben, River Thames and the London Eye in the evening to take some photos. Tower Bridge's beautiful at night, and my boy was extremely excited over the Big Ben. It's what we call "Proper England".
Had Korean food for dinner. I miss a proper Korean barbecue, and was drooling over the thought of it, but it was so expensive, we ended up having soup, Bibimbap and Chicken Bulgogi.
Watched a little bit of TV before we went to bed.
Couldn't get up again the next morning. It's been a while since we had such a good sleep and the bed was just too comfortable. Decided to skip complimentary English bfast just to sleep more...lol.
Headed to LSE since my boy wanted to take a look at it. He was drastically disappointed, and felt that Cardiff University was still the best so far (at least it looks proper). My boy hasn't been impressed by any UK universities yet...lol...cos his university campus in China during his undergrad days was superb (except the accomodation). I saw photos of it, and I was darn impressed too! I haven't seen a university that looks that good yet, and what more...in China?!
Went for Duck Rice again at the same place. We can't have enough of it, can we?
Headed to the world-reknown Harrod's at Knightsbridge for shopping. And just in 2 minutes, we already spotted about 5 Ferraris and numerous big Mercedes Benz. My boy was drooling over the Ferraris, especially the red ones, each time he walked past one or see one speeding past.
I love Harrod's. But it's always going there that makes me feel both happy and crap. It's a place I can see proper things, things which attracts me, but what saddens me is I'm always watching people buy them, while I dare not even dream of taking my card to swipe. The stuffs I buy from there are just Harrod's brand, not any of the Dior, Versace, etc.
We admired the fine jewellery and the solitaire diamond rings. The salesman was hinting to him that he should buy one, but all we could do was just laugh and walk away after saying a polite "No, thank you.".
We kinda like this Lalique bracelet (which can also be a choker) which he was considering of buying for his cousin. I love that piece so much. But it was very costly, and because her gift wasn't priority, we decided to just keep it as an option.
He bought a D&G handbag for his Mum. Simple, but elegantly classy. I love that piece too. And it did shock me when he said "Please get me a new piece" after taking a few looks at it, because it costs 450 pounds! Ok, it's not a crazy price for that brand, but I thought he would at least consider it for a while.
Then we went hunting for his Dad's present. Bought his dad a nice top. Hopefully he'll like it. The sleeve was slightly dirty, so I went to demand for a discount. Managed to get 9 pounds off the original price, so he ended up paying 170 pounds. Not much of a discount, but it's enough to pay for his weekend London tube tickets...haha.
We went to look at our own stuffs after, and we fell in love with a white leather jacket. He was thinking about it the rest of the day, but the price was simply too steep. Imagine paying 800+ pounds for it! I was kinda glad he resisted his temptation, or else...he'll get a major shock when he checks his bank statement.
I adored so many clothes at the Ladies' Department. But I couldn't afford any of them. Or rather, I wasn't willing to part with my money to buy them. I felt terrible being only able to admire and dream about being able to wear them, and felt even worse when I saw this Chinese girl around my age, all dolled up and shopping with her Mum (who wears branded clothes from top to toe), trying on a coat I love.
I started becoming pretty sensitive for the rest of the day, especially in the streets. I realise how plain I am, compared to the Oriental girls studying in London. They all had make up on, dress fashionably, while I was looking like a complete plain student (and carrying a backpack). I felt like shit walking next to my boy. And whenever I look at him holding my hand, I feel horrible. I really really do.
My boy likes girls who dolls up, not too much though. He told me that he was shocked at how plain I can be, since his friends are always dolling up, and that he thought no one could be plainer than his cousin who puts on make up so light, it's as good as not putting any. He thought I don't doll up because I'm not interested. But the truth is I am, and I want to, but having such chronic lack of sleep that it's already getting at me, I can't imagine waking up 30 mins or more earlier just to look good. I do wish I am dressed up nicely whenever I go out with him too. It doesn't feel nice feeling that I look shitty next to him.
He knows that I am feeling bad, but I don't think he knows the extent of it. He tried consoling me and telling me that make up is bad for my skin, but I'm sure if I were to dress up, he would be most glad. If not, he wouldn't tell me to wear something nice and to put on make up when I go and have dinner with his parents when I go to Beijing, or say he'll bring me shopping to get me really pretty clothes when I'm there.
Sheesh, I've spent too much time typing this entry. Better stop here now. That's kinda my long waited wonderful weekend. Finally, we got to take photos together and move around UK.
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