esprit

Behold. My Esprit loot for the year. Will attack Hong Kong for Guess next year.

metal eggs

Behold. Metal eggs. Flavorful.

going off

This is it. I'm leaving to the airport at noon tomorrow. Can't believe I'm still working my ass off when I still have to bind the itinerary into a nice handy booklet for my easy reference, pack for the 12 days, and buy disposable panties...

So much to do! So little time! I'm totally freaking out. I've managed to pack my medications last night and I feel like a drug smuggler with those little bags of pills and whatchamacallits. I hope nobody stops me to prod my ass for more.

Here I come, Taiwan! Sniffling and coughing and lamenting, but I'm coming! And if I don't post for 2 weeks, rejoice. If I start posting again in the next few days, feel my wrath! I musta been deported for succumbing to the merciless winter. And that ain't gonna be pretty.

... and if anyone comments about my eyebags in this picture... well... uhm... no metal eggs for you!

paddy

I've always enjoyed driving this stretch of road on the way home. The colour of the paddy field changes from season to season. Awesome!

I was taking this inside my brother's car cruising at the speed of 100km/h, just imagine if we'd parked at the side of the road and take pictures... what glorious picture would it be...

...of me being squashed by a 18-wheel truck at 110km/h most prolly.

why oh why

I'm having a full weekend ahead. Will be celebrating KC's birthday and our one-year anniversary on Saturday, then lunch with Jac and Daniel on Sunday before sending them off to a performance, and 4 days later I'll be flying off to Taiwan...

But I am feeling no joy nor exhilaration.
I don't believe this!

This time last year, all was quiet on the office front. Now... pah. I shalt not whine.

How come 12 days in Taiwan don't add up to a vacation? Let's see. Besides spending more than a month to surf the internet for information and plan the nitty gritty exquisite details for each and every day... I have to submit and resubmit the itinerary to the council for approval. Since the whole troop consists of 2 grannies, 4 adults and a 6-year-old... I have to avoid bus rides more than 3 hours, long walks, long exposure to the sun/cold etc. Planning was hell. Nevermind. Now that everything is planned down to the smallest detail, I can sit back and enjoy my well-earned vacation. Guess again. Who's gonna keep track of time? Who's gonna direct the troop to bus stations and train stops? Who's bringing everyone to find chow and loos?

Vacation my foot. What a crummy lose-lose situation. I pay full fare. I do full research and work. My brains must have been full of shit when I agreed to shoulder this responsibility. Fuck.

Right now I just want pummel anyone who comes within a metre radius of my cubicle with a hammer and shove the whole Taiwan planning folder up the 6-year-old mom's ass.

my humps

My Humps.

I can't get it out of my head! It's actually not a bad little song. Catchy lyrics. Boppy tune. It's no Crosby, Stills, Nash, Young, or even close, and it's got lyrics which could be good if not for the whole silly "lady lumps" thing. There are a couple of clever lyrical tricks actually.

"Milky milky cocoa puff" isn't one of them.

I don't want no drama though.