Another quickie - six months later
October: Hong Kong was peachy, took pictures with tons of wax figurines and ate in enough cha chaan tengs to turn me off of them forever. Love roast pork. Love roast goose.
Italy was beautiful. Want to return there eventually, one day, possibly for my future honeymoon assuming I ever get hitched, because surprise, surprise, everyone around me is. Feel like a BRB - bitter resentful bitch, which isn't surprising, really, given my tendencies to behave like Bridget Jones at the best and worst of times.
So, Italy - Piedmont, Venice, Milan, Florence, Rome. Favourite place - Piedmont, with the trees and the vineyards and the countryside and the cheese and the wine, dear God, the wine. Second favourite - Florence, kill me and let me die there please, because art is gorgeous. Rome was a close third simply because I loved every moment I was there amongst the gorgeous buildings. Venice had its moments and Milan was a big hole as Phyl says - but a nice hole, though. It's a wrap post two weeks in Europe. Love it.
November: Bad month. Multiple birthdays - Dad, Mandy, Godmother, Shaun, Wei Lian, Sue, Aaron, Andrea, and a whole bunch of other people. I believe I counted 13 off my Facebook list.
Car battery died - had to replace it. Laptop died - had to replace that. Two tickets in places where people don't usually get tickets. Sick: cough, flu, fever, etc etc that has yet to go away. PMS. Sister freaked me out on my birthday. Accidental spill on friend's iphone, which thank GOD is fine.
December: No better. Stupid barista in Starbucks didn't cap my drink properly and the moment I set it down, the cover popped open which entailed in the sloshing of green tea latte over Robert Roy Anthony McGregor - brand new laptop.
In short, all I want to do is to curl up in a ball and hide under my bed, because I'm not sure how much more of this bad juju I can stand to take. Yes, it's a c'est la vie moment, but here's my take on this: no more, or I am going to die - if not from madness, my Murphy's law will see to it that a car runs me over or something.