MUST DO – SURFING IN PORTUGAL

Got a couple of questions after posting about surfing on Instagram so I thought I’d make a post! Granted, I was definitely not the person who discovered this (thank you Alex, Emily W, Emily C, and Callie for the suggestion and Monisha for booking for us!!!) so I’m just here to relay the message so that all humans on earth can enjoy approximately $20CAN (it’s actually 15 euros) worth of 2 hours of surf rentals and lessons!!! (If you know something better and you’re hiding it from the world – I hate you.)

PS. Surfing in Tofino (Canada) is about $100 for the exact same thing so yes, this is a big deal.

HOW AND WHERE TO BOOK

Click here to Cascais Surf School & Camp’s website to see their rates and follow their instructions (in other words simply send them an email and see when they’re available!). I also realized after visiting the page that we got our rates even cheaper because we were students on exchange (#Erasmus LOL) but it’s cheap nonetheless!!

Not to boost their ego but they also have a 5 star rating on tripadvisor so…

WHERE IT IS…

The beach itself is not in Lisbon exactly – you have to train your ass to the beach. I’ve even left a few instructions:

#1 – Get from wherever you are (Airbnb, Hostel, Hotel, the street, the bush, etc) to the station: Cais do Sodré 

tip: I would Uber there because Ubers in Lisbon are dirt cheap especially if you split with people. If not, WALK. It’s a nice scenery (not that I would know with all the Ubers but from what I’ve seen around and heard from other people…) and plus the city is not that big!

#2 – Buy a round-trip train ticket to Carcavelos (unless they’ve changed the destination, but this is where we were told to go)

From there, the beach is about a 5 minute walk!

OVERALL EXPERIENCE

Instructors were absolutely amazing (as you can see from their trip advisor review). They were extremely helpful and they don’t give up on you – EVEN IF YOU’RE GIVING UP ON YOURSELF LOL. They also learn your name within the first 5 minutes and they say it with their cute Portuguese accents (Liiiizaaaa!!!!). Which also means that if you screw up they yell your name in the middle of the ocean #NoLie #ButInACuteAndFunnyWay.

eg. *me trying to hop on my surfboard*
“NOOOO LIZZZAAAAAAA, THERE ARE PEOPLE IN FRONT OF YOU”

It was really fun (how basic can that statement be) – definitely lots of work but so worth it! 1000/1000 would recommend to friend. And non-friends.

post surfing sangria!! ❤
“Gourmet burger” with out the bread and an egg?? #portugesestyle LOL

FAQ (that I made up by myself so who knows)

ISN’T IT COLD?

Yes m’dear. The water is cold especially if you’re not going in the middle of summer in 30 degree weather. But have no fear, wet suits are here!! No lie, these wet suits will keep you so warm that you won’t even notice the coldness of the water.

ISN’T IT TIRING?

Also a yes. The three of us were sore for two days afterwards. One of us was sore all over, one of us was sore upper body, and the other one was sore just in the shoulders (not pointing at who is who ;D). So it really depends on who you are but don’t underestimate the work out that this gives you!

WHAT TO WEAR/BRING

Wear your bathing suit underneath already. Do not think to change into your bathing suit because the minute you get to that parking lot they already have wet suits and surfboards ready for you.

Bring:

  • flip flops
  • towel
  • SUNSCREEN
  • Hair tie (I was originally going to say for girls but with all the man-buns these days who knows)
  • GREAT ATTITUDE 😀 (I sound like a mother)

That’s about it, folks!

Hope y’all have a great time surfing in Portugal like we did!!!!

Love,

Lisa

Hello, 2nd/3rd Year!

HI!!!!

I’m back! #YAY #ForSome. My blog is probably the closest thing I’ve come to love in the past 1/2 year so the fact that I didn’t write in it for the past month(s?) feels almost like abandoning my only boyfriend #DramaQueenHour #NotLikeIWouldHave2BoyfriendsAtOnce #ButStill #LetsWorryAboutGettingJustOnePlease.

Since it’s been so long since I’ve posted and the trees are turning colour now, please forgive me if I’m a little rusty #WhoGotThat. The reason why I stopped posting in the first place was because my family and I went on a few getaWEIS to Florida and the Caribbean before my brother and I headed back to school. Since the internet on the cruise costs the equivalent of a brand new iPhone 6 (not even an understatement…), I decided to postpone blogging.

(preview of what the next #FBF post would be 😉 #StayTuned)

After weeks of pigging out and tanning in Saint Martin’s, I headed back to London where I was welcomed by school work and a new job. I feel like those two things alone basically explain why I’ve been so MIA lately – working 15 hours on top of a full course load ain’t easy (for me, anyway. I don’t know how some of the girls at work do it #WonderWomen #AndThenTheresMe).

Other than that, I’ve been enjoying 2nd/3rd year so far! #HopefullyIDidntJustCurseMyself – Side note: I never know how to respond when people ask me what year I’m in because I don’t even know myself… I mean, technically this is my third year in university but this is actually only my second year here… #Awks. What I’ve actually been doing is asking them what year THEY’RE in and whatever is closest I say that.

eg.

Me: Oh cool! What year are you in?
Him/Her: Second
Me: OMG SAMEEEEEEEEE!!!

or

Me: What year are you in?
Him/Her: 4th, what about you?
Me: 3rd!!! 🙂

Maybe I shouldn’t have posted that on my blog because now I’ve exposed all my secrets… #OhWell

The past month has been quite eventful to say the least:

1. ATTENDED MY FIRST BLOCK PARTY

Hello again, Martin Garrix!

2. DYED MY HAIR – THANKS CINDY

While most of us spent our childhoods watching Disney movies, my girl Cindy spent most of her childhood watching YouTube tutorials on how to do hair. I guess it pays off because LOOK AT MY HAIR THAT WAS DONE BY HER – #HairGenius

(PS. I’m totally going to force her to watch HSM and all her Disney movies from now – obviously #WhatDidYouExpect #ItsForHerOwnGood)

3. WENT TO MY FIRST HOMECOMING

… even though I left early to go to work #Why

4. REUNITED WITH MY CAISA FAMILY

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🙂

Annual “first CAISA Bar Night” Picture:

2013:

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2014:

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5. ADOPTED TWO BABIES

This year, CAISA’s Media & Marketing adopted two new babies!!!!

BEFORE:

Got our adoption papers ready

AFTER:

WELCOME TO THE FAMILY ❤

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Meet Josh & Jason – the addition to our super lovely family

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I’m sorry that I suck at flip cup

That’s all from me for now!

Talk to you all soon – (“soon”)  #JK #CantAbandonMyOnlyBoyfriendThatIsntEvenHumanButABlog

Love,
Lisa

Flashback Friday #5: How I Met My Roommates (HIMMR) – Part 1

Since HIMYM is coming to an end, I thought I’d start my own version by sharing the story of how I met my roommates (HIMMR). But I promise you it won’t be as long as HIMYM because I really don’t want to deprive you from your basic needs like food and sleep just so I can blab for 10 years like Ted Mosby (how inconsiderate) (jk, I love the show).

love this show

A lot of people assume I knew my roommates from before because we’re pretty tight but that’s actually not true at all. The truth is, I met them based on pure luck (aka fate). If you want the short story, I met them after I had already signed my lease and claimed my bedroom #sketchy. But luckily, I happened to like them (LOVE them actually) so… #THANKYOULORD #IAMBEYONDBLESSED

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our first picture together!!

Now, for those curious folks, this long version’s for you. And me. And this blogpost. But let’s just say it’s for you so you feel special for the day #ImSuchASweetheart.

Once upon a time in a land far, far, away (Vancouver)… Lisa Wei was sitting in her room having an anxiety attack (well… that escalated quickly). No but like legit, an anxiety attack.This was due to the fact that she had applied to Western a couple months back (March/April ish) and they still didn’t tell her whether or not she got accepted even though it was already freaking AUGUST like frick how long are you gonna take?! ANYWAY… (I’m gonna stop writing in 3rd person now) I was extremely anxious because since I was in Vancvouer at the time, I had no idea where the hell I was going to live coming September (TRUST, YOU WOULD BE ANXIOUS TOO). You see, I didn’t have a place in Toronto because I was really hoping that Western would’ve accepted me already so I didn’t bother looking for an apartment. But since they never got back to me… I was homeless. #DramaQueenHour. But really though, I debated between staying in Vancouver for a year doing nothing, go back to Toronto but live on the streets, or sell my soul (jk but I was really desperate so I might have considered).

the picture says "I'M ON TOP OF THE WORLD!" but the mind says "I AM SO EFFING SCREWED!"
the picture says “I’M ON TOP OF THE WORLD!” but the mind says “I AM SO EFFING SCREWED!”

Despite my nameste-looking pictures that summer, little did you know, behind that smile I was stressed the eff out (do you see why FB pictures are so deceiving?!). My parents were really worried for me (as they should cause their poor little girl might be living in a bush), so we ended up making the decision to stick with UofT because at least they wanted me at their school :’)

me with the woman who not only gave me life but saved my life #LOVEYOU
me with the woman who not only gave me life but saved my life #LOVEYOU

Even though I decided to just suck it up and stick to living in Toronto, it didn’t solve the issue of my homelessness. Eventually the date of my flight rolled around and I knew I would be landing with no place to go. Thankfully, that morning:

Mom: Would you feel better if I came with you?
Me (in my head): OMFG THANK YOU YES YES OMFGGGG THANK THE LORD (not the one who sang “Royals”) I LOVE YOU EVERYONE, I LOVE YOU MOM YES I WAS WAITING FOR YOU TO SAY THAT WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG I THOUGHT YOU WOULD’VE NEVER SAID IT
Me (outloud): yeah… sure… I guess… if you want… you really don’t need to…
Me (in my head): YOU BETTER NOT SAY YOU DON’T NEED TO OMG I NEED YOU PUH-LEASE COME WITH ME I’LL DO ANYTHING
Mom: Okay, I’ll see if I can get a ticket
Me (in my head): DON’T WORRY I’M CALLING ALREADY I’M ON THE PHONE EVERYBODY (nobody was there) SHUDDAP I NEED TO GET A FLIGHT

pizza's one of our fave foods
pizza’s one of our fave foods

You know that feeling when you want something but it’s not very polite of you to ask so you’re just dying for them to bring it up so you don’t have blood on your hands and at the same time make it seem like it was their idea? (eg. your friend had food and you didn’t want to be like ‘can i have some’ so you wait for them to be like ‘do you want any?’ and you’re like “FINALLY WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO ASK” #JustAdmitIt #YouTotallyDoThat) Yeah, that was me.

Luckily, we fell in love with the first house we visited so we immediately signed the lease (this is still in Toronto, btw). After the lease was signed, I went for my frosh leader training for UofT. Four hours into the orientation, I received an email from Western saying that I got into Western (aka they want me #YeahThatsRight).

My reaction:

are you F&*&^*#&@$ JOKING ME RIGHT NOW?!

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled but SERIOUSLY?! Dude, I just signed the lease that same morning, why do you have to do this to me?!?!?! My head was racing because I wanted to go, but I didn’t have any of my courses picked out and I didn’t have a place to live. Logically, it wasn’t circumstantially in my favour to accept the offer. But thankfully, I have an extremely encouraging mother (LOVE YOU MOMMA) and best friend (hi Jen) who told me that I should always do what I feel is right because all those other things can be dealt with later. Either way, I was under pressure to make a decision between Western vs. UofT within the span of 10 minutes. And that, my friend, was when Drake’s wise words came to play. YO to the freakin’ LO. #IDontEvenLikeHim #OhWellYOLO

After I made my decision, I went back to the landlord and I told him my dilemma and he actually encouraged me to go and “follow my dreams” #DontTellMeWhatToDo. He even ripped the lease and gave me my deposit back #WhatANiceMan. With that, momma Wei and I packed my bags YET AGAIN and drove to London.

what could’ve been, London Hall, what could have been…

At this point all the residences were (apparently) full so I couldn’t live on campus (side note, on Sept 5 London Hall emailed me saying that they had one bedroom. …. … … #RUSerious). I was sure I had to live alone for the year. That weekend, I probably went into 7 different apartments/houses/bushes/cardboard boxes but still couldn’t find what I was looking for. I had one last apartment coming up and I was pretty darn sure I was gonna take it regardless of whether or not I liked it. At that point, it didn’t matter my preferences because I just needed to find a roof over my head #Despo. Now… you might be guessing that the last apartment = my roommates’ apartment yaddi yadda and we lived happily ever after. Right?

WRONG.

#WhyDoIDoThisToYou

sorry guys

#AndImNotEvenGoingToFinishTheStory

#BecauseMyRoommateSaidMyPostWasGettingTooLongSoBlameHer

Stay tuned for next week! (hahahaha apparently I think I’m legit by talking like it’s actually a TV show that’s being aired) #IWish

Love,
Lisa

 

Western Wednesdays #4

WHY CANADIAN UNIVERSITIES ARE THE BEST

STUDYING FOR MY EXAM THE NIGHT BEFORE

Before Exam:

When I found out I did well:

When I found out I didn’t do well:

IF THIS DAY EVER HAPPENS…

… YOU CAN TRUST THAT I’LL BE LIKE

WHEN I REALLY NEED TO USE THE WASHROOM BUT I DON’T WANT TO MISS LECTURE MATERIAL

SOMETIMES… SCHOOL JUST TREATS ME LIKE THIS

WHEN YOU GET YOUR FEAS MARK BACK, IT JUST STARES AT YOU LIKE

“IT’S OKAY. I HAVE SOME EXTRA BOOZE. YOU WANT SOME?”

when you take a wild guess but end up getting it right anyway

Flashback Friday #4: Transferring

This week I thought I would write about transferring schools. I’m starting to know more people who are thinking about doing the same thing so hopefully this will provide some insight :). It was around this time last year when I had the idea to transfer so it makes this the perfect flashback. Enjoy!

my first apartment :') -- Bloor & St George, what more can you ask for?
my first apartment :’) — Bloor & St George, what more can you ask for?

I’m currently at UWO (Western University/University of Western Ontario/whatever they call themselves now) after spending a year at UTSG (University of Toronto, St. George Campus). To clarify, I’m a second year student, but I’m a “first year” at Western. Basically, I thought the stress of moving to Toronto from Vancouver wasn’t enough so I decided to reward myself with more stress by moving from Toronto to London.

view from my building! :)
view from my building! 🙂

Since UTSG has always been my dream university, I never thought I would leave so soon. I mean, I even packed my many, many, MANY, bags and waved good-bye to good ol’ rainy Vancity whilst saying, “see yah later, suckahs”. So if that was the case, what made me break up with my dream school? I guess it’s important to first understand that I was applying to Ontario schools while sitting comfortably in my chair in beautiful British Columbia. Yeah… not the most accurate way to choose your universities if you’ve never even been there and you’re just looking at the pretty pictures from the brochures. Oh, and seeing websites like these, especially if you have asian parents. Don’t get me wrong, UofT is an amazing school. The problem wasn’t the school… it was me. (“Babe, it’s not you… it’s me…”)

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the girl responsible for me being here 😉 you might know her – she’s this amazing individual who thought winning a bus for my high school wasn’t enough so she went on winning the TD Bank scholarship, is now an activist for sustainability & veganism, and she is beginning to start her own company which is being launched this summer and has already made a significant amount of profit off stocks #NBD #WhatHaveYOUDoneWithYourLife), goes to Western.

When people ask me what motivated me to transfer, I associate it with two things: fate and Jennifer. After Jen came to UofT to visit me (really, she was there to watch the Lady GaGa concert but I like to think of it as her missing me too much), she suggested that I visit her at Western (maybe she asked to be nice but I went anyway #Oops #YesIAmTHATGirl). We agreed on a specific weekend that was good for the two of us. However, as life would have it, apparently everyone thought that was a good weekend to visit their friends at Western so the prices were close to the hundos for round trip. Obviously I had no intention of working on the streets with my body parts hanging out anytime soon, I ended up purchasing the cheapest round-trip tickets to London for some random weekend. Turns out, it wasn’t a random weekend. It was the weekend that would change the course of my life forever (let’s envision the word “forever” echoing for dramatic effects).#DramaQueenHour

Since I didn’t have class on Fridays (God bless you, Professor Pesando), I tagged along to Jen’s first year business class #1220 (yes, the nerd that I am went on vacation away from school only to go to class at another school). So here I am, walking into her small @$$ business class with everyone staring at me with their eyes saying “she doesn’t even go here” (Mean Girls style). I fell in love with the class  because not only does the professor knows your name, you also get to participate!!! #NerdAlert

at charity ball 2014! :)
at charity ball 2014! 🙂

It blew my mind that university classes had the potential to be that small. You might not think none of those things sound appealing, but trust me, when your business class consists of 1, 500 people, it felt good to be noticed. Quite frankly, if you miss a class at that size, nobody really gives a damn.

I also got the chance to visit my friend Sahil (we met on exchange!).

I would fight with everyone to sit beside SASA so he could be my shoulder rest for the bus ride LOOOOOOL #fbf
I would fight with everyone to sit beside SASA so he could be my shoulder rest for the bus ride LOOOOOOL #fbf

He got me to try a shawrama for the first time. Oh. My. God. I was in heaven. When I took that first bite, my brain had to legitimately fight with itself to decide what I like most: shawrama or sushi (sushi eventually won but it was SO close you have no idea). Anyway, it was good to see SASA again because the last time I saw him was probably in Turkey.

SASA (he hates it when I call him that but I do it anyway) and I on exchange in Turkey!!! :D
SASA (he hates it when I call him that but I do it anyway) and I on exchange in Turkey!!! 😀

On Saturday, Jen convinced me to go to some fashion show with her. Since I had no reason to say no, I bought a ticket with her and attended the show. Turns out, it wasn’t just some random fashion show. It was… *drum roll please* CAISA FASHION SHOW PRESTIGE 2013!!!!!! *fireworks please* Before my brain had time to recuperate, it was blown yet again. One of the many reasons why I was thoroughly impressed was the fact that it was completely student-run with all proceeds going towards charity. And I guess the fact that they had hot guys dancing shirtless on stage didn’t hurt either.

who knew my future roomie was gonna be just behind those curtains?!
who knew my future roomie was gonna be just behind those curtains?!

Side story: when I watched the show I definitely did not think I would be part of it the year after or the fact that my future roommate and some of my closest friends this year were somewhere backstage.

aaanddd.. who knew a year later I would be part of CFS?! So honoured to be part of such an amazing team! <3 :)
aaanddd.. who knew a year later I would be part of CFS?! So honoured to be part of such an amazing team!

My last day in London was on St. Patty’s Day so I got to witness the huge amount of school spirit at Western. It was such a different scene compared to UofT since Homecoming wasn’t that big of a deal. To tell you the truth, I don’t even know what the mascot is. It was just amazing to see everyone roaming the streets wearing green; it reminded me of the spirit of the 2010 Olympics in Vancouver and the Stanley Cup finals. Thinking back, I always remembered Jennifer voicing Western so positively with an immense amount of love and pride for her school that I didn’t feel like I had for mine at the time. After witnessing first hand last year, it definitely made the thought of transferring enticing. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy at UofT, it had more to do with the fact that I wanted to feel ecstatic and overwhelmed with school spirit.

UWO school spirit – “I can’t find a seat…”
UofT school spirit – “I can’t find anyone to go with me…”

That being said, it wasn’t really enough for me to follow through with transferring. In fact, I’ll let you in on a secret. Even after I applied to transfer, I was almost certain I was going to chicken out and not do it.  That might explain why I never bothered telling any of my friends or family I applied because let’s be real, moving is scary and I didn’t think I would YOLO that hard.

Ultimately, I made my decision based on the fact that I really wanted to enjoy my undergrad experience. I knew that by transferring, I could potentially lose a BCOM degree and my (asian) parents’ dream in their daughter graduating from “the best university in Canada” (vs. graduating from “Western… who?”).

ma lovely parents - even this cute picture couldn't keep me from moving away
ma lovely parents – even this cute picture couldn’t keep me from moving away

I guess after much thought, I realized that I really didn’t care where I graduated from or what degree I get to wave in front of people’s faces as long as I was happy throughout undergrad and I made lifelong friends that can make superb speeches at my wedding.

I’d also like to note that despite our (me and UTSG’s) incompatibility, it was one of the most important years of my life. A lot of people ask me if it would’ve been better if I had just gone to Western straight out of first year. My answer is no. I don’t think I would’ve appreciated my school as much nor would I be as happy. My year in Toronto also kickstarted my self-discovery due to the abundance of independence I gained. Besides, I got to live in the heart of downtown (shoutout to Woodsworth Res, best location everrrrrrr) and met amazing people I still keep in touch with today. #DoYouHaveCrackers #BecauseItsReallyCheesyHere

What I can really take away (or awei, whichever you prefer) from this experience is that I learned first hand that the higher the risk, the higher the reward (dear biz prof, are you proud?). What I’m trying to say is that if there’s something you really want to do and you’re unsure whether or not you should do it… DO IT (unless it’s illegal then DON’T DO IT). But yeah. #WorstAdviceEver #DontListenToMe #GreatWay #GreatWeiToEndThisBlogPost

Love,
Lisa