Japan – Niseko (Day 1-4)

Right, so…as a warning, ALL my travel posts will be pretty photo heavy, my apologies but really, IT’S ABOUT TRAVELING. What did you expect? πŸ˜›

ANNNND off we go.

Everyone said, when you go to Japan, you have to dress well, be fashionable, look cute.

I spent my first 4 days in Niseko-Mt.Β Hirafu, Hokkaido, dressed like this. #nofrostbite #thankyounorthface

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And underneath all that layered goodness…like this…#ootd πŸ˜€

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Largely because I spent the first 4 days doing my version of snowboarding…aka. falling/buttboarding. Good thing though is that after the first 2 days, I was making my way down Red slopes and doing little tricks while I was at it. Of course, I’m still much more comfortable on the bunny slope. πŸ˜› Having a totally loveable Aussie instructor helps.

Oh.Β (If you don’t know snowboarding or hate wordy posts…skip to the pretty photos down below)

Here’s a story, my brother (by far the better, more confidant snowboarder) decides that it’ll be fun for us siblings to wander off for night riding…without instructors, just us. I’m game. So off we go, into the yonder. It was pretty fun, warmed up on the bunny hill then headed up the mountain on this chairlift, rocking in the wind…it was FREEZING. And the stupid thing went on for forever. Anyway, we make it to the top…brother goes “Right Jie (big sister in Mandarin), this way.” I’m like sure, now I’m at the top looking down…this slope had moguls…MASSIVE lumps of piled up snow, skiiers love ’em, some snowboarders too, but neither my brother nor I had the skill for it…

So, I’m standing there being all petrified and he starts yelling from about 1/5th down “NONONO, JIE NOT THIS WAY.” He unclips his board and hoofs it back up. Tells me to wait right there, with his unstrapped, unsecured board stuck edge first into the snow and runs to the map to check it out. Did I mention, it was night time, strong winds and we were on top of a mountain? Right, strong gust blew and his board flipped back on its side and started to glide down the slope with moguls….I freaked out, had to lunge for it and basically also nearly ended up following the board downhill. Never mind, got it under control.

He finds our actual path down, and we waddle off…it’s going good. Green slopes, little bit of red bits. #Doingmynoobthing

Then, we hit the crest of another slope that looks like another mean f@#$er. I stop. He notices and gestures vaguely to the side of the slope…”It’s easier by the sides Jie.” And he jets off down it. GREAT. I shuffle over to the sides, look down and nope, same freaking hill, same slope, same sheer-looking drop off. I must say, at this point…I’d already done about 9 hours total of ridding that day. I was tired, it was frigid, the wind was just GUSTING down hill and I had no feasible way down. So i basically sat down and bawled.

Yup. No idea how to get down, no idea how high back up it was to hike…no one around who wasn’t just swishing their expert butts downhill…

ANYWAY. Proud to say that after about 20 mins of just hating at my brother and cursing the wind. I got my little butt up, and off the sheer drop off point. It actually wasn’t that bad…I mean sure, I wasn’t exactly going down it gracefully BUT I WAS GOING. He was waiting for me at the bottom, unstrapped and ready to hike up. He thought I’d basically fallen off into the side and the trees. He was worried, I was pissed. We both made it back down the mountain and the rest of the night was uneventful (largely because I stayed at the bunny slopes :P).

Turns out. That was my first double black. HAH.

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The terrible map reader and I.

That’s all the interesting tales I have from these 4 days…PHOTO TIME. Oh yes, it was basically a blizzard for the first day. You’ll see.

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First Glimpse of Tokyo.

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Our Accommodations – 2bdrms, 1 bath Β  http://holidayniseko.com/asuka

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Niseko – Hanazono Pickup point

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Trails in the blizzard – Day 1

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Heading back up the Mountain – Day 2

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Coming down the mountain – Day 2
Isn’t it beautiful?

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Niseko – Grand Hirafu, Mt. Annupuri – Day 3

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Mt. Yotei, Hokkaido aka. Hokkaido’s Mt. Fuji

None of the photos were photoshopped, with the exception of Mr Robothead, my brother. Photos here and for the rest of the trip are a mix of iphone shots and D90 photos. I’ll do another post for all the food adventures in Niseko. #supergreedy #foreverhungry

Asia Shopping Trip Haul

Went through a couple of countries in Asia over 1.5 weeks of break between semesters and as always, where I go, I shop. And I picked up a couple of real goodies for well….asian wholesale prices. #omgthedeals

Anyway, this shall be a quick little blurb, more for me to track what I bought than for you, my dear readers (yes, all 10 of you…I LOVE YOU ALL…hehe)…so here we go.

First up, from the nightmarket outside MBK in Bangkok, Thailand, I cannot recommend visiting this nightmarket enough, lots of really nice clothing, great quality and very cute accessories, very Forever 21 style of jewellery…

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Price List (From Top):

Grey Zara Cardigan – $10 USD (Yes, it’s a genuine Zara cardigan, I bought one grey and one black cardi and compared them with my store bought Zara cardigans, IDENTICAL, the lady said it was factory oversupply that they were selling….#SCOOOOORE)

The two dresses – $6 USD each

White Blazer – $9 USD (has really pretty lace cuffs peeking out from the sleeves…favorite buy <3)

Β I’m still missing some accessories in this photo >.<

Next up, from markets in Siem Reap, Cambodia…

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Excuse the toesies πŸ˜›

Price list:

Blue Dress – $3 USD

Red Patterned Dress – $4 USD

Crochet-top Maxi Dress – $8 USD (Bought from stores set up right at the ruins of Angkor Wat…)

All in all, a really fulfilling trip, and not just because of the shopping…I definitely recommend visiting Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm Temple (aka. Tree Temple)…I picked up more stuff from Shanghai, but since I can’t for the life of me locate a photo, I’ll just lump that purchase together with my Wholesale site order….when I do get around to snapping photos of those….

In the meantime, thought I’d share some photos of Siem Reap πŸ™‚

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Sunset over Phnom Bakheng ruins

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At Angkor Wat, from the top of the stairs into the Inner Temple

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The Inner Temple (Shows how steep the climb up is)

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A Young Boy (probably aged 8-10), Piloting a Motorized Boat @ a UNESCO World Heritage Site: Tonle Sap – an entire village built on the water…

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Cambodian Traditional Dance

Until next time…

Scratch that travel itch, explore the world, it’s a beautiful place… ❀

And to all my American readers….HAPPY 4TH OF JULY ❀

How I Fly…

Spending 24 hours stuck in a tin-can or parked in a terminal full of other “not-so-sweet-smelling”, grumpy travelers has never ever been anyone’s idea of fun. And don’t even get me started on how much I hate/loathe/detest/would kill someone if I ever have to pass through an American airport again.

Lineups thrice as long as other airports, semi/automatic rifle-armed guards (I dislike guns, NO…PEOPLE ALONE DON’T KILL PEOPLE, PEOPLE WITH GUNS KILL PEOPLE, unless you’re a certain British MI-6 spy…then everything you touch kills people #OMGILOVEQ ❀ ❀ <3), and body pat-downs just because they feel like it, and loud/rude/grumpy/surly/power-went-to-their-head TSA and border control agents. Eh, I could keep going… No, I don't hate Americans, I hate their airports. LAX you hold a special place in that top "I don't ever wanna pass through here again" spot.

ANYWAY, I digress, I get to go through this routine: 4 trips a year x there and back….about 8 times a year. Not counting little short-haul shopping trips in Asia.

Now, a year and a bit ago, when I was a tad younger and a lot more "image-conscious (vain bimbo phase), I’d travel around in dresses and tights tucked into high-heeled boots or the ever-there-for-me black pumps. Perfumed. And all made up. And regularly applying more powdered foundation and eyeliner and lipstick once I’m happily seated up in Business, usually while sipping on bubbly (love the perks, #Notanalcoholic). Particularly whenever I fly by SIA, the lotions they provide for the upper-tier classes are TDF. #USEALLTHELOCCITANE πŸ™‚

My trips to the bathroom would take up to 15 mins at a time, applying hand lotions, face lotions, spritzing on some facial mist, thn applying makeup before trotting back to my seat.

I can officially say, I have given up on those days.

2012 onwards has seen me dressing in more…PRACTICAL…flying outfits. No more makeup. No more heels…still with the tights and short skirts and dresses and perfume. Gotta look presentable (and smell good), after all stewards are quite cute.

Most probably gay. Or attached. Or gay and attached. But quite cute.

PS. Best part about flying by business or first? AIRPORT LOUNGES. Also always useful to have VIP credit cards. Free, free-flowing food. And in some airports (not the Asian ones, they're so damn stingy) ALL YOU CAN DRINK <3.

#Stillnotanalcoholic. (No, really.)

PPS. The amt of consumerism seen in Asian airports is astounding. Seriously. Gucci, Prada, Chanel, Hermes, Louis Vuitton, BV etc boutiques. All chocked full with Asians. #IAMAMONGMYOWN

PPPS. I hate how stewards call me mdm. I'm not their mother's friend, I'm younger than all of them (the flight crew). Miss is fine. Mdm is my mother.

I need sleep, 5 hrs of it in the last 48 hrs is not enough.

XOXO

Stay loved.