My Travel Journal "...everyday is a winding road."...

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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.

[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*

*CLICK HERE* 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.

Pictorial Therapy.Trigger Happy.Visual Feasting.Eat ur Hearts out.
*CLICK on PICS*

*IslamicFinder* *BBCWeather*. *ForexConverter* *HotMail* *FrienDster*

*RaiHaN* *NiNiE* *InTaN* *NaNiZ* *MahD* *SaB* *PrInCeSs* *LiN* *YaRa* *EpuL* *LuLu* *FiNa* *DrUbiLeE* *YaNnI*

...all u gotta do is ask...

.February 2006.March 2006.April 2006.May 2006.June 2006.July 2006.August 2006.September 2006.October 2006.November 2006.December 2006.January 2007.February 2007.March 2007.April 2007.May 2007.June 2007.July 2007.August 2007.September 2007

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.

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Sunday, February 04, 2007

OLE! OLE! B OLE H?!

It could have been the caffeine-OD state that I have gotten myself into that has got my mind pretty much perky and not subduing to sleep just yet. Accrue that to the iced coffee (...and swigs of milk coffee I took from the bottle when I got home, for reason no better than, I was thirsty and had my hands on it first!) that I had earlier at Robertson's Walk while we watched Liverpool building up on their defence to make-up for the last match they played against Everton that saw them losing 3-0. But last night it was an equal of 0 to nothing. Good defence vs Good saves. So there. Unlike the controversial penalty that saw the Thai players walking out on the match against Singapore at the National Stadium last Wednesday. It wasn't as eventful but neither does it lack sportsmanship. Look, I've stopped being soccer fanatic since the reign of players like Abbas Saad, Abbas Saad and.... Abbas Saad. Those times, I would buy magazines and do cut-outs of him. He was hero, martyr, and everything I could ask for a husband, so I thought. As puberty hormonal activities subdue, and became less volatile, I took on to real guys instead and never looked back. And as short-liven my soccer craze days were, so were the glories of the Lions. Until that weekend that I was at the National Stadium to catch the semis of the ASEAN cup with him and sis, a group of 7 in total, together that makes the proud strength of 55,000 supporters. Boy was it overwhelming! I was probably the only one who had it hard about showing "PDE" abbr. for Public Display of Emotions. The uproarings of "GOOOOOOOAL!", outbursts of profanity that followed the 9th beat to the rhythm of the airhorns.(ie. "Pot!Pot! Pot!Pot!Pot! Pot!Pot!Pot!Pot! B*%#O!"...tsk..tsk! ) Hurlings of "REFREE KAYU!". The unrehearsed and unified "Kallang waves". The paper planes of the Lions posters that took off and landed from fans to fans. It was the cohesiveness of spirits and the oneness of interests that has gotten me hooked all over again. Still brushing-up on my soccer jargons if u'ld let me, penalty kick, penalty shoot-outs, err, half time, "the goal off-side, tak pakei!", err, dll...
and yes what's his name that Liverpool Midfielder, my dear?
Okay, okay soccer crazy or not, I'ld be in the midst of preparing for flight when Singapore meets Thailand tonight, I hope, they'll make my flight.
Amin.

Urs, and only Urs, truly, 2:40 AM...

Comments:

the name is alonso. xavi alonso. my fav pool player at the moment. & now tt i've got u hook on soccer, you can be sure of more live matches together.

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Anonymous : 3:10 PM

Hi Nadia, tell me abt it! It's been ages since Abbas Saad,Steven Tan and Lim Tong Hai were in the soccer scene...that was how long I opt out watching soccer too :p It was certainly thrilling to watch, scream and criticise as though I'm an assistant coach. They shd have more of these kind of matches.

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naniz : 3:14 PM