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Nadia. 
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 What say u...
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[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.  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.  -ous*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! - 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.  We did not kill each other. 
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Monday, June 26, 2006 GSS "I think I have a serious problem. A problem far too critical. A problem I have yet to look into. I think I'm stucked! I'm Stucked in a fashion rut!" - A tribute. Have you ever at any point of your life, especially at the gravest moments, when an occassion calls for you to dress a lil different from usual. A wedding. A high tea session with girlfriends. A date. And what have yous. And then you realised that you have practically nothing to wear?! Well, if you think that that is bad enough. Try asking me, what could be worse. What could be worse is that, it's not like you haven't been shopping, the whole time. Okay maybe the whole time is kinda inflated, to begin with, you won't even have the whole time of Money's worth to spend, unless you're Paris Hilton. Okay maybe you haven't quit shopping since day one that you could do simple Mathematics, that should buckaroo does not reduce to small denominations, or smaller or errmmmm.... zilch, it is still alright to spend. And yet you still have nothing to wear! Now, now, don't fret. Read on. Be rest assured that you are NOT alone. So I have a wardrobe of nothing-to-wear too. Some with price tags on them. And some have yet to see daylight. Some I've only seen them once. Some, I don't even see anymore! And the problem is yet still, I have nothing to wear! So what are those stacks of garment at one time I thought would be cool for a good morning stroll at the beach (which have yet to make an appearance..), a good party outfit (which I can't bring myself to wear, and what party am I talking about?! Sheepish smile while I imagine Han, Jamz and Audrey...and at this point I could almost hear Han and Jamz going, "TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF!") Hahah! (...gimme me a moment please...I so need to laugh and roll on the floor!) Ok composure gained, now let me continue... Okay maybe U're just saving yourself from the rummaging and raiding your wardrobe. Just in case you wonder if the GSS has got anything to do with my sudden surge of inanity that will conclude to more shopping ultimately, in order to bring an end to future bad shopping habits and till I get there, continue reading please. This could help you too if you just do. I think the problem is with our unwillingness to think-dress. U see, if you have yet to see my point, allow me to convince you please. Many people and myself included, have this tendency of dressing just comfortably. And by comfortably I mean it's just what you'ld wear almost all the time. Which is synonymous to, ermmm...BORING?! And that is why I suddenly realised that I've been such a boring dresser and that I no longer think of what I'ld wear cos there isn't a need to do so. And I'ld be looking just like everyday for every other occassion! Most of the time when I choose not to think, I'ld end up just picking up from the top of the pile of freshly laundried clothes, which are the most recently worn and hence just wearing the same kind of clothes, everytime. What I would suggest you and me do is to make a complete run through of what we own exactly. What that should be the next heading-to-town outfit and what that should deserve to be auctioned off Ebay. After having had that list, the next time u go shopping, try to make a conscious effort at remembering what that you have already owned so you don't end up buying the same kind of clothes. And the trick of all trades, is to do up your dressing with accessories. Say, a top with a frilly bohemian skirt that comes lowly belted with a pair of flip flops. And a lightweight jacket thrown over the exact same top, trusty jeans and a sassy pair of fug-me shoes, which brings you out from the movie theatre and into a glitzy club for a nite-out with the girls. The same top, layered with complementing coloured tanks worn with capris and sneakers that should suffice for a BBQ session with ex-schoolmates! So the GSS wasn't exactly an excuse for more incessant and frivolous retail therapy which spells, buying,buyin,buying reflexes. Perhaps, "wasn't exactly", is an understatement altogether! Of cos the GSS is not an excuse...It is The Reason. And the beginning of wiser, shopping habits. So guys, if ur other halves are raring it up now that they've read this. U should give them all the support they'ld probably need. A lift, your company, the shoving, the pushing away of some other mad shoppers who have yet to see the point, or seen the light to savvy shopping. Be a sweetheart with the shopping bags, moral, physical support, and if you'ld like to earn extra Brownie points, you can hand over the ATM cards too! - Just random thoughts. From the fashionista that I'm not! So read and heed at ur own risk. Kepish?
Urs, and only Urs, truly,
Tuesday, June 20, 2006 where the Princesses reign, and all the King's horses, and all the King's men..... live happily ever after. THE END! Haha! Never had a fairytale that short huh? Anyhow, that was no fairytale. Courtesy of my kind IFS, whom we had called "Daddy", throughout our journey, he had offered to bring us out in Istanbul albeit our short stay. Destination, Princess Island. Journey, 1hr45mins ferry ride along the Bosphorous, from the terminal near Spice Bazaar. And the crowd was maddening! Didn't help that it was a weekend. We couldn't beat the pushing and shoving, so we joined them! But for a meagre, 2 Turkish Lira per way, we shouldn't be complaining, really. Anyhow, we took on Princess Island by wheels. And I mean bicycles! And had our heavy "ass"ets but Han's, going upslope and down, till we ached and burnt like we could nomore! Anyhow, I'm pretty drained already...nuff said. I've updated my Fotopages. Feast on!
Urs, and only Urs, truly,
Wednesday, June 14, 2006 Just one of those comfort foods... Urs, and only Urs, truly,
Monday, June 12, 2006 .....had there been a better way to explain my previous entry, I'ld say I've by far had wanted to bury the hatchet and not give it a damn hoot or two. If I could have it my way, I wouldn't want to have to do this either. My modus operandi would have been to imagine (talk to the hands cos the face ain't listenin') gesture, given my very non-confrontational self and swearing by, "If you don't matter to me, it doesn't matter what u think of me." mantra. Like the ruins of Pompeii I'ld choose rather to let the burials of the many-splendoured things, and others sneaky, sticky issues be kept under the ashes. It is enough convincing that I've had the word "dumpee" spelt across my forehead in neon, glow-in-the-dark fonts. And that ure a ....*nevermind*. Urs, and only Urs, truly,
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