I spoke too soon. In this post, I've said:
As for October, it may not compete with September in terms of travel-related happiness, but things are looking up (and I hope this translates to me going up my usual summer spot one degree north of the equator. My fingers are crossed!)
October is competing with September travel-wise: Last week, we had a lucky draw in the office and I won two return tickets to any Asian destination (well, to be accurate: secondary cities in Asia)! And the good news is that I am allowed to use the two return tickets to two different destinations. Hurrah! The only condition that comes with the prize: All tickets must be consumed by 31 December 2011. Travel euphoria! Then panic over visa issues. Then calculations.
It took me a few days before finally deciding where to go. I have requested for my first pair of tickets to be used up north, then one pair will be for Christmas. Thank you travel gods, you really love me this year!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Monday, October 03, 2011
Septembrrr
My OC tendencies wavered a bit this month. I don't have a bedside table anymore, hence no calendar to list down the must-dos, must-sees, must-meet for the month. My phone's calendar isn't much help either because I feel that must-do lists are better written down than typed.
Like August, I'm writing something based on what I dredged up from my memory. September's my Australian wanderlust month filled with: sand in my soles (sandboarding in Lancelin, Western Australia), melting snow on my ski boots (Mt Buller, Victoria), crispy winds damping my face (Fremantle), tasting bland coffee (that roadhouse in Cervantes), never-ending Nando's paella, freezing wind biting my skin (Melbourne airport at 4.50am, 6 degrees C). You get the picture. It was an amazing experience to get down beyond my usual sunshine spot one degree north of the equator.
The week after Aussie was filled with work and pigging out and staying at home enjoying my view. I don't know how many times I have had said that I looooove my citylights view up my new flat. I haven't fully appreciated the appeal of stunning views of the city skyline until I am perched atop my Pinnacle apartment and staring at it every single night. I'm even looking at the glittering Singapore CBD while typing this very sentence! I'm rubbing it in, I'm sorry. I should stop.
It feels as if September will always be equated with Australia. Nothing much exciting happened after that. My work is piling up, which is very good as I know I won't go unemployed anytime soon. I'm still in contact with my ex-colleagues, though sadly, I won't be there to witness the uber-fun Nerf Wars they have once in a few weeks (which I am aware of every single fight, thanks to Whatsapp). I ended the month with a dinner with ex-colleagues in Chinatown. In the pasty shop/cafe where I usually buy my blueberry crumble and banana bread when I feel very very stressed. What a coincidence.
As for October, it may not compete with September in terms of travel-related happiness, but things are looking up (and I hope this translates to going up my usual summer spot one degree north of the equator. My fingers are crossed!) Its first day comes with delicious offering: tinolang manok for lunch, Chinese lessons over McDo fries, a tall mug of Tiger at Tras St after Indian dinner, and a blueberry muffin at Tom n Toms. October will surely be a feast.
Like August, I'm writing something based on what I dredged up from my memory. September's my Australian wanderlust month filled with: sand in my soles (sandboarding in Lancelin, Western Australia), melting snow on my ski boots (Mt Buller, Victoria), crispy winds damping my face (Fremantle), tasting bland coffee (that roadhouse in Cervantes), never-ending Nando's paella, freezing wind biting my skin (Melbourne airport at 4.50am, 6 degrees C). You get the picture. It was an amazing experience to get down beyond my usual sunshine spot one degree north of the equator.
The week after Aussie was filled with work and pigging out and staying at home enjoying my view. I don't know how many times I have had said that I looooove my citylights view up my new flat. I haven't fully appreciated the appeal of stunning views of the city skyline until I am perched atop my Pinnacle apartment and staring at it every single night. I'm even looking at the glittering Singapore CBD while typing this very sentence! I'm rubbing it in, I'm sorry. I should stop.
It feels as if September will always be equated with Australia. Nothing much exciting happened after that. My work is piling up, which is very good as I know I won't go unemployed anytime soon. I'm still in contact with my ex-colleagues, though sadly, I won't be there to witness the uber-fun Nerf Wars they have once in a few weeks (which I am aware of every single fight, thanks to Whatsapp). I ended the month with a dinner with ex-colleagues in Chinatown. In the pasty shop/cafe where I usually buy my blueberry crumble and banana bread when I feel very very stressed. What a coincidence.
As for October, it may not compete with September in terms of travel-related happiness, but things are looking up (and I hope this translates to going up my usual summer spot one degree north of the equator. My fingers are crossed!) Its first day comes with delicious offering: tinolang manok for lunch, Chinese lessons over McDo fries, a tall mug of Tiger at Tras St after Indian dinner, and a blueberry muffin at Tom n Toms. October will surely be a feast.
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