Sauna

Mobile phone pic of pre-departure brekkie at Brisbane airport, where the term brekkie is used with a huge pinch of gluttony :D
In defence, I had no idea that they were going to ply us with a never ending supply of food on this particular flight. Cheese ravioli after hot chocolate + muffins, after lamb stew? That’s just the beginning…which ended when I staggered off the plane and tried not to bust my jeans. Um. Maybe it was a bad idea asking for seconds.

Yes, I am back in the sauna country, where everything including the weather is stifling, and for the last time – no, I do not have the fucking flu!!! Still gorging but on Chinese food this time. No time to talk, need to eat more!

Fortunately or unfortunately, I’ll only be here for a fortnight before getting whisked to a somewhat undisclosed rustic location all in the name of some P & Q, & R & a quiet birthday celebration. It’s been painstakingly planned for months, so Thank You, I wouldn’t give this up for the world, no matter how hard I try to worm the surprises out of you. Just remember not to lean into the corners this time, OK? ;)

So not looking forward to the return flight. Like the plate above, could the seats be any smaller??? A one-off surplus of food can hardly make up for it! Coupled with the recent crashes…Never taking another Airbus after I try the A380 in December. Er, yeah, novelty, just can’t help myself. Hehe.

Weary and Heavy-Laden

Just needing a shoulder to lean on.

(Failing which, the sword bearer could always withdraw his hand, the one that forces you to walk the plank.)

Get A Life!

This space has been neglected because its author has been absorbed into the alluring swirls of ennui.

Sher will be here in 3 days time, staying for two weeks and disrupting my life. Or as E. put it, giving me some semblance of one ;)

School’s out, and it’s a mad assignment/exam rush.
20 days till I move out, 21 days till I’m home.

Spot The Wheel

Brisbane city approaching dusk, yet another pic from Mt. Coot-tha.

Had enough yet? Spot the wheel!

Finally, some semblance of text!

It’s getting chilly at last. My nose is cold, and I feel it in my bones!
(Er, the bones bit might be because I haven’t had my dinner even though it’s past 1am. Noodles after posting this.)

I’d like to think that I have a reasonable level of tolerance to the cold, as someone has frequently commented on the frequent setting of our room temperature to a hypothermia inducing level ;)
Note: This is where we pause for a miserable (but valid) attempt at justification: “but I lived in Singapore…..”

Staying at the base of a ‘mountain’ in a summer house means the temperature here is quite a few degrees colder than what it is elsewhere.. and those degrees go a long way when you’re missing company :(

I think I actually might have to put my pink fluffy bed socks on tonight, so my feet don’t get frostbitten when I manage to kick the duvet off, the subconscious conveniently forgetting that it chooses sleep over self preservation. It’s the only part of my body that is constantly cold, even in the tropics, which sure gives a whole new meaning to cold feet, heh! But also explains my predilection for socks.

Quick Shot: Against the Last Rays of the Sun

As Low As The Sun Goes…

Looking the other way at Mt. Coot-tha, Brisbane