This post signifies the end of procrastination hahaha.

Ok we’re finally at the last day! I don’t think this is what is supposed to happen during holidays, but I was dying to get home and dive under my blanket.

On the coach.

The coach we spent too much time in.

Nicely designed shopping center near airport.

Lunch! Was not a very exciting meal, but it tasted ok. Yes I remember the taste. For some reason.

 
Cute cafe the boyfriend and I went while waiting for the mum to finish shopping.

Delish waffles!

Mum & I.

I know I’m supposed to wrap things up nicely here and write about my overall impressions or something like that but seriously… I have nothing I really want to say.

The end. 2 ends! The end of this 2008 trip which was only blogged about in 2009, and the end of 2009 woohooo.

Happy new year everyone.

I spent Xmas eve at the bf’s friend’s home, and holland V! No photos at holland V though, cos… eh… hmm… I dunno. Oh nevermind.

I realise I don’t take photos at all when I go out while people around me just happily snap away! Why!

But thank goodness there’s Facebook hahaha. All photos below are sneakily koped from my friend’s cam.

Lazy to caption them so thazall! Happy holidays everyone!

Second last day in TW! Things took a turn for the better today, and I think it’s amazing how apparent it is that my mood is better cos I actually look better in photos.

Or is it the fact that I looked better that made me feel better. Regardless, I was feeling a-ok! (/end reference to Love Happens which no one will get.)

 
Bf & I at some gardeny place.

Oh I have a new theory! If you noticed (I really don’t think anyone did), the photos frm Day 1 to 5 were almost all greyish and dull cos the weather was so gloomy and the places we visited were old and/or dull and/or grey.

Therefore my mood is positively related to the weather and vibrancy of colours around me.

Moving on…

Proof of improved mood: Willingness to stupid things for photos.

Rows upon rows of Buddhas. Er… they are buddhas, right?

Lovely hedge arch. Reminds me of Farmville.

Proof #2 of improved mood: Attempts to take artistic shots.

Temple thingy?

Mood considerably dipped after they made us climb these steps. In my short skirt too tmd.

Spot the error!

Bf & I.

Pretty sunset.

 
Mummy looking every bit the kiasu Singaporean lugging a carton of delish beef instant noodles home.

Buys for the day. Again very modest.

The end to this day was rather anticlimatic, with the bf and mum simultaneously abandoning me in favour of a bookstore. I headed to the magazine section as I always do whenever either one of them start walking into a bookstore.

P/s. I am aware of how bimbotic that is. I’m going to justify myself by stating that 1) I can’t read chinese books. 2) Bookstores make my eyes hurt cos of the dust and flourescent lighting.

Ok I might have made it worse.

Had dinner with Minnie at Cha Cha Cha @ Holland Village.

The food was not bad! I liked the sour cream and guacamole dips hehe. They went really well with whatever it was that they served. Can’t remember the names for the life of me. It was all espanol to me. (Like it was all greek, geddit? Hahahhaa, haha, ha… ha… *coughs*)

Chips with salsa.

Fajitas… or something?

We went to this place called 2am something afterwards for desserts! Yah my memory is awesome.

So anyway the place was really nicely decorated. The seats came in the form of sofas! Super nice to lie down and relak.

But the waiter guy was a bit… off. When we asked for recommendations, the first thing he told us was,

“Do I look like I have a sign that says ‘Ask for Recommendations’?”

Well no duh actually you kinda do.

Overall the service was inattentive, although I guess if you’re there with someone speshul and you actually want people not to hiew you, the place wouldn’t be a bad choice.

The following are some super grainy photos cos of the dim lighting.

Me!

Minnie & I. ♥

The end.

When I was 4, I shifted house for the first time. It was 8 blocks away. I stayed there for all of my growing up years.

7 months ago, I bade farewell to my home of 19 years… and shifted 1 block away. Sounds pretty dumb, but there were circumstances. If you know, you know. If you don’t… well, make your best guess.

The shift didn’t really affect me, since it was only a block away, and the surroundings were exactly the same. I could still see the same faces, take my dog for his walk on the same path, take the same buses when I’m going out etc.

Today, I’m moving again. This time, it’s not a block or 8 away anymore. This time, I actually feel like I’m saying goodbye to something.

You know how if you’re about to die, your life suddenly flashes past you? I don’t think it just happens at the end of our lives; a break up, the day of O level results, the death of a pet… at the end of every significant juncture in our lives, we always remember everything.

Goodbye, the place I once called home.