You know how I am running out of things to ramble about when I post very random stuff. Sometimes I don’t even know why I am writing, because some time back I thought I’d write for an audience. My friend commented how my writing was geared towards an audience; I won’t deny that, because like how I don’t talk to a wall and carry on a monologue unless I was alone at home and ruminating something, similarly when I write I want someone to read it. If I didn’t want eyes prying, I would not even bother writing them, maybe not here in this public virtual space anyway. Those words will never really see the light of day, not visible to the public eye.
Well so let’s take it as me penning down the randomness of my life. Perhaps I lead a haphazard life that is characterised by frequent travelling, not that much but definitely more than the average person who doesn’t need to travel for work. Writing these may help me to keep some memories, that perhaps later on in my life, assuming the blog is not eaten up by some virtual black hole, my decreasing ability to remember things can get a little bit of help in finding out what happened in my earlier years.
So I will just post some random pictures from the trips. It’s the last day of February today, a leap day 29th Feb! Two months on in 2012, and I have been to Makati City in the Philippines, Tokyo and then Milan. That was one holiday, and even though it really was just a month ago, I am already thinking that it took place so long ago and am seriously craving for another holiday. At first I thought I’d lost the inspiration to travel for leisure because travelling on the job is so tiring it takes any fun out of flying and going anywhere overseas. When I think of boarding the flight to go on holiday, I seriously dread it. I used to enjoy flying, alone or not, but now it just reminds me of work and the long tedious hours I have to spend crammed in the cattle class of the airplane cabin. Hmm so maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, but then there’s good and bad.
But no, I still want to go on holiday, just that I have no idea where to go. Initially I thought I’d do a last minute short weekend trip to Hong Kong, to visit a friend who’s working there, and also since two other friends will be there this weekend. But then I recalled that I’d already made plans to meet up with someone this weekend, this is the week where I’m trying to meet up with people I haven’t seen in a while, because this time is probably one of the longest I will be around, 3 weeks! I went for a concert when I came back, attended Bunzi’s wedding and then meet friends! These are the things that I wanted to do this time round, because after that on next Sunday I have to be on my way out of the city again.
Over the weekend when I was in Milan, my friend who was also in Europe on a business trip visited me. It was a really short trip for her since she only came in the afternoon on Saturday and was out again within 24 hours to Brussels. We had a rather great time though, but then the bed in the hotel was too hard for her. Haha. We went shopping that weekend, and spent a lot of time catching up; it’s always like this, when we meet we seem to have endless things to talk about and because the air was so dry and polluted with second-hand smoke, I think my sore throat got worse after that weekend because I was inhaling too much.
This was where we went for brunch on Sunday, at Caffe Milano along the way to the Duomo, most probably Via Dante. The thing about cafes in Italy is that they serve amazing pastries, maybe all European cities are like that, I’m not sure but the croissant I chose was simply divine. That, or I have really low standards. Both of us agreed that the croissants we had were great, soft and fluffy and totally delicious.
I don’t have to reiterate that the coffee was also always of a great quality. Too bad that I was recovering from flu so I tried to not drink so much coffee, but each day I still couldn’t resist at least 2; usually a cappuccino or latte macchiato for breakfast, and a caffe macchiato at lunch. This was the latte macchiato I had at Caffe Milano. I miss the coffee there… and the croissants, but I still don’t think I would have given up what I have here in exchange for a whole life of coffees and croissants.