After Holiday Blues Again…

angelia, me, cecilia…on a mission.

I’m back! …and suffering from post holiday blues as usual. Haha. Took a quick 4 day get-away to Bangkok with Angelia and Cecilia and it was tremendous fun!

Angelia booked us a wonderful service apartment – ‘The Somerset, Ascott’ along South Sathorn Road. We had a huge lovely hall, kitchenette and bedroom for us to prance around and throw our shopping bags. We spent many late, very tired and sleepy nights struggling to hold a few conversations whilst lounging on the couch but mostly ended up dozing and tumbling to bed in the end. Hee. All because…. we spend ALL day stomping around Bangkok shopping. Most mornings, we wake up bright and early, have a quick breakfast at the hotel and launch our attack on the shops. As we fill our arms with shopping bags, hunger pangs are ignored… cos’ yeah, shopping is more important right? Haha. We do stop for quick sugar pit-stops for more energy though. ie. dunkin doughnuts *yum*, auntie anne’s pretzels etc. πŸ™‚

As we 3 surveyed our buys on the last night in Bangkok, we were suddenly seized with a slight fear for ‘overweight baggage charge’ that we may have to pay on the flight back. We rang the airline and paid for extension of 5kg each (at half price!) and tried our best to pack our luggages to fit the weight limit, chucking ‘useless’ heavy items like shampoo bottles etc.

At the check-in counter at the airport, we all held our breadths as we loaded our very stuffed luggages on the ‘weighing machine’ and *yipeeeeee*!!! We were 6kilos under our maximum combined weight allowed! To think we were plotting on asking other passengers to share their weight limits with us and practising our ‘damsel-in-distress’ smiles. πŸ˜€

After all that stress with getting all the luggages and newly acquired gems safely checked in, we proceeded on to a nice relaxed dinner of junk food at burger king, bade a final farewell to Bangkok and boarded our flight back home.

‘Tata Bangkok…we three musketeers will be back. :)’

p.s I have to add that we are all slightly disappointed that Bangkok doesn’t seem to be the ‘Land of Thousand Smiles’ no more. We met many rude encounters with service staff and the cab drivers were constantly trying to rip us off by trying their luck to charge us triple the meter fare. 😦 Word of advise: Do remember to ask the cab drivers if they are willing to on their meters before hopping in!

a quick pretzel snack!

shopping bags galore!

angelia’s really tired…

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Goodbyes

Once again, the weekend came and disappeared a little too quickly.

Saturday saw me trooping down with the boy to Michael’s place for his and Stephaine’s farewell party. – Michael’s heading back to KL to take on a financial post, and Stephaine will be jet-setting all the way to Brisbane to study. Lucky girl!

Albeit the theme of ‘farewell’, it was actually a fun evening with lots of yummy food, green tea baileys (my favourite!) and silly games. We are all going to miss them both dearly! But… I’m sure we’ll take the party down under to Brisbane soon enough. πŸ™‚


Bye Steph! Good luck with school! πŸ™‚

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Broken Telephone

Do you remember playing the ‘broken telephone message’ when you were a kid, where a message is passed from one person to another and where the final messaged relayed by the last person is almost always contorted out of context?

I realise that even as you grow up, this ‘game’ is still constantly being played with the people around you, except this time, it is the real world, with real situations and real messages…and that this time, you are all not going to end up buckling with laughter over the distorted messages. Real relationships and friendships are thwarted by these so-called miscommunications and angry fingers are being pointed at each other for who said what.

Speech and words are a very powerful thing. Today, I was tangled in an ugly ‘broken telephone message’ game.

I am disappointed that this friendship/kinship that I thought was built on a solid foundation could not weather such a storm, -a storm that was brewed out of the ‘fine’ art of mis-communication.