I miss econs trip. Though I can't say I missed it particularly during the last few hours of plane ride, cause despite all those enjoy the last minutes together things, a plane ride can only be THAT enjoyable when you're nursing a headache and this irresistable want to sleep while your ears are popping from the landing and the stupid sun is shining too brightly and all I wanted to do then was to go home and sleep it off. But now that my headache is gone and my fingernails are no longer indecently long, I'm feeling the aftermaths of not seeing everyone after 12 days of non-stop interaction.

It's not about visiting some of the most gorgeous places in the world (a.k.a. the parliament, I have to upload the photos one day, it's like drop dead freaking beautiful), though nothing can ever beat stealing time from the camwhoring and standing at the top of the eiffel tower with the reightards and holding gengen's hand and softly singing Top of the World together (even if the stupid bel and mel are missing).

But what I remember most is all the spastic shit (haha) moments, like sitting at the top of the little adamotel room (which is about the size of one hotel room for 2 people, but we're supposed to fit 8 people in anyway) and playing cards, attempting to do work in the lounge/kitchen but playing cards anyway, the zomg SPASTIC moments in our nightly haunt Sainsbury's where we shopped for food, sitting in the stupid fake-o simulator ship thingie and laughing instead of screaming as we faked a roller coaster ride (and ben screamed SO loud and high), our little budget meals and the sandwiches from pret a manger, laughing at cat and lickie in the louvre (mao falling off his chair when we told him about their 'zomg I think I'm cute' then squatting against the wall and laughing somemore) and mass singing under the eiffel tower until all the locals were staring at us weirdly and biscuit-sandwich-meal at 2am in qing's room in an early effort to cure jetlag.

It's one of those things about group trips - even the worst thing grows on you. ADAMotel started feeling cosy after the first day, even if the management just grew increasingly shameless. It went from the advertising showing a nice two-people room like that in hotels, to the rules on the door saying no more than five people in the room when the seven of us were told to sleep there, to the management pasting a sticker over the number five and changing it to eight the next day. But the company made it all worth it, from whining in the freezing mornings to the spastic gen and lickie doing FIFTY PUSHUPS (on a holiday!) at the top of the squeaking two-bunk beds and almost collapsing them to gaying while playing cards on me and val/lydia's(depending on which day it was) beds.

Lickie: *cuddles up to cat on her shoulder and makes alien noises*
Cat: *looks around* Gen help me.
Lickie: *cuddles somemore and says in act-cute voice* I'm helping.

And during dinner maomao recounted his traumatic experience (which even though he denies it, he enjoyed) of jayjay sitting on his bed in boxers and totally hitting on him, and shopping at sainsbury's for meals for him to share with his jayjay. And all the dubious statements that were said there.

Mao: *picks up cheesecake and turns to us and tries to be convincing* You know you want it...
Lickie: Why, for you to share with jayjay izzit?
Mao: *immediately puts it back with a pained expression.

Mao: I want the fabulous baking boys.
Lickie: But do you need the fabulous baking boys?
Mao: *notes the insinuation* Erm...maybe not.

Cat: So maomao. Is there anything else you want to buy to share with jayjay? We already have the strawberries...
Moi: whipped cream, fabulous baking boys...
Qing: handcuffs, leather...
Cat: those I can provide. So anything else, maomao?
Mao: -___-" ... oil.
Everyone: zomg dies

And all the weird ulu ulu food and always praying for good food for dinner while dying of heat in the dubious chinese restaurant with all the porn pictures and majorly suanning maomao about jayjay's constant hitting on him.

Jayjay: I want to be cool like mao. I shall play hard to get like him.
All: zomg dies.

Of course, maomao wasn't the only one who was hit on. The pervert shopkeeper in paris hit on cat

Shopkeeper: Vous parlez francaise?
Cat: un peu.
Shopkeeper: mademoiselle...belle.

and the prc what's his name hit on lickie. But for the sake of my head (i happen to be very attached to it) i can't say what happened. But suffice it to hear the new joke:

Why did lickie cross the road?

I laugh evilly. And of course, all of val's lame puns (val: they're a pun-ishment) and the common language that all in the sisterhood shared (including maomao, cause he's part of the sisterhood too, I proclaim gayly), such as spastic shit, stopitt and ohmagawddd.

And we got to know the others better. Like qing and lickie and cat are this singing choir now, and sarah is the one who constantly spews dubious sentences, like 'I like my men strong' and 'manhandling' and 'I wanna be a bad girl', and hearing about hab and sarah's dreadful trip to the moe for their interview with the coffee-brewing taxi driver.

But the best was just getting away from it all, the school, the work, and all the other stuff. It was more of a holiday than a studying trip, and even when we did study it was more of an obligation cause we haven't touched our school stuff for days than cause CTs were nearing, and it always degenerated into gay stuff like card games or reading p&p for dubious sentences.

You are uniformly charming.
Thank you sir, but a less agreeable man would satisfy me.
And for maomao to use: jayjay is handsome, but not enough to tempt me.

And now returning is like a reality check. Ahwells. But it was fun while it lasted. Now to cure the jetlag. :\