Is my name... My day job is not a journalist. And I don't run a travel agency. I travel a tad more than an average person does, that's cos it's what I do for a living. For the time being at least. Envy me not cos the job glitz goes just as far as the does, in between, it's (*7%!#@@?). Just another job, that's what I mean. But I love it and I love it, and I'm grateful. Anyhow, welcome to my weblog. In here, you'll get, if not little, scanty info on my globetrots and travels. Do not expect detailed accounts, nor travel-guide type facts and figs. Just some idiot-proof, Info-Sharing-101, you could find handy if you're looking up destinations, I've been to, myself. Feel free to indulge, heed my advice, dump it, comment, pop your queries or judge me, for all you fancy. All info are true at point of publishing, unless stated otherwise. Hmmph, just one advice. I share cos I'm naturally nice like that, but I'm not always, always right. Don't say I didn't warn you.
What say u...
Been There.Done That.
[maa-lee] Capital city of Maldives. Group of atolls in Indian Ocean.
Location: Southern Asia, South-southwest of India.
Flight time: Approximately 6hrs from Singapore Changi Airport.
Climate: Tropical; hot, humid; dry,(November to March); rainy,(June to August).
Ethnic groups: South Indians, Sinhalese, Arabs.
Currency: US$.
RecommenD-O-Meter: MUST!MUST!MUST!GO!
*Down Under*
Brighton Beach, Melbourne. South of St Kilda. Bright and strikingly colored bathing boxes, line the beaches.
These bathing boxes, used also for the storage of clothes and sometimes small water crafts, are private change rooms. Found mainly on Brighton and on the beaches of the Mornington Peninsula.
*Down Udder* Christchurch, Nz. Mt Hutt, opens from early May until late October. One of the longest seasons ski resorts in New Zealand. The road to the mountain base is not for the faint-hearted but once there, you will experience world-class skiing, and breath-taking views. Elevation is 2075 metres, with 365 hectares of ski terrain.
*Almost -ous*
"Fame costs, and right here is where you start paying." Driven by that fame-ous motto, a group of talented youths attended the New York High School of Performing Arts, to uncover the true price of FAME.
Running Time: 2 hours 40 minutes
Venue: The Aldwych Theatre, London.
Travel: Nearest Underground: Covent Garden
Nearest Rail: Charing Cross RecommenD-O-Meter: If u're into dancy-disco-jiving,this musical is rhetorically, RETRO-rical! It's an Ultimate Ah GO!GO!
*Delhi*
- Sarojini Nagar Clothes,ethnic footwear and accessories. Factory rejects, baring labels from Zara, MNG, Miss Selfridge and Style&Co...Good luck with the rummaging though!
- Delhi Hutt Bric-a-Brac. Cheap and bargainable ornaments.
*Sweetdreams my LAX*
*Istanbul*
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for an excerpt from a travel memoir by Tom Brosnahan. If I could have his dialectology, those will be my exact words too.
*Shopaholic and Sister* We did not kill each other.
*Shopaholic in Manhattan* What do shopaholics do in NEW YORK? Go figure.
I speak Graphics.
Pictorial Therapy.Trigger Happy.Visual Feasting.Eat ur Hearts out.
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Please... This is NOT a travel guide. So read and heed at your own risk. I will not be held liable for your holiday plans that go bust on you and neither should any part of this blog be excerpted without prior permission. Like I've mentioned, I'm usually nice, but I'm ONLY, usually nice.
Panadol, valium, sedatives... The reason why I'm updating this time is cos I'm feeling utterly lousy. Well, this was fundamentally the reason why I had started to blog in the first place, about a couple of years ago. As much as placebos are suppositories for depression, I took to writing as others would to valium. Ironically, I don't usually speak my mind, not here in my blog, cos it makes me feel vulnerable. I'ld speak instead of what I'ld choose to say if I wasn't feeling so. Let's just say that literal drainage, is purely cathartic, and it doesn't matter the content. And I had known better the fatality of mere words that cut sharper than a carving knife and sting like a paper cut. So I write, what I don't feel exactly, cos if I do, I might hurt, not just myself, but some others too. So if you think that you know me just by reading my blog, well, you don't, not totally, not completely, that is. However, I'm gonna try to be as honest as I can here, for now, the least, for this update. The honest truth is that I'm very much mildly happy in my new found state of moderate bliss and contentment. I mean, how much longer can I stay depressed? Not that I have been for the longest times, but life has pretty much been a ride, far thrilling than a roller coaster. And cos it can't just stay in the dumps forever, cos Allah is great, and fair and almighty, it's taking on a slow, and good upturn curve. Alhamdulillah! However, it began to take its toll on me when somethings are not turning fine for some others who are friends of mine, and who I care about. I can't help that gnawing at my guts that I'm not feeling equally down. Urgh! I'm a true bloo worrywart, and I have a low or no resistant towards depression, even if I'm far from the picture. I can't help but feel totally affected after reading a friend's blog which I have neglected for abit. And that his call for purgation, I had neglected, for I was too caught up with work, stuffs, wordliness activities. After receiving news about his mum and losing his job is enough to substantiate his double whammy. And that I wasn't around last Friday to be with someone I care about cos she called for a meet up that I had to turn down, for I had to work. Why am I celebrating when friends and loved ones are at the nadirs of despair? Maybe I'm not excactly celebrating but there is nothing far more anguishing than the helplessness that I'm feeling for my lack of ability to help alleviate their situation. I have, but only my doas, that soon, they'll have a reason to smile again. May Allah grant your every prayers, Amin! I hope and I hope and I hope!
