Goddess, I Am.

I’ve been planning to blog at length about The Great Singapore Trip, but I’ve decided not to. The trip was beyond phenomenal, and I just don’t think I can do it justice by writing about it. There was so much to do and so little time to do everything that the entire trip was just mad, mad, MAD! By the time it was over, my feet were dead from walking, I have cursed humidity several times, and I had enough sunburn on my sunburn to make me seriously consider what wrinkle creams could do to help me.

I looooove this outfit! And it’s thrifted, too!

To sum it up, the city was lovely, most of the people and most of the food were rather horrid, the cabbies were loopy, the shopping was expensive, the giraffes were L-O-V-E, and Universal Studios was the icing on the cake. Yes, just two days in Singapore was absolutely insane, and I’m glad I got to experience that epic insanity with The Family.

My only decent Universal Studios globe-thingy photo.

And yes, we’re already planning our next trip back.

For more Singapore photos, see them here or here.

I read a lot, so if somebody asked me who my favorite author is, I would probably end up with a list to rival that of Extenze’s cache of sexual enhancers. (Please don’t ask me why or how I know.) But if I were to pick one (author, not sexual enhancer) who I love most, I wouldn’t bat an eyelash when I say Colleen McCullough.

The first McCullough book I ever picked up was Antony and Cleopatra, and from the very first page, it was love – love for the story, love for the history, and love for the author. Because of that, I spent the better part of last year acquiring and reading her entire Masters of Rome series. I thought my love for her books would end there, but then I found an old copy of The Thorn Birds (definitely among my top 3 favorite stories of all time!), and she got me hooked once again. Since then, I’ve been making it a point to find copies of all her stories, which really isn’t an easy thing to do when there aren’t a lot of her books floating around. So far, I’ve managed to acquire 10 of her books (from the most unlikely sources, mind you), including the 7 Roman ones, and I’m still on the lookout for more.

I love how she writes, and I won’t even try to describe why when, for me, the reasons are intangible. All I know is she writes about the very things that I personally would’ve liked to write about but could and would never ever give justice to. And it’s because of this that she almost feels like family – so much so, in fact, that I now ‘know’ her writing well enough to recognize styles that are unique to her, such as her penchant for throwing in a Roman nuance or two even in her most un-Roman stories, be it as a character’s name, or a subtle metaphor. I find myself smiling each time I see a Roman-esque word or phrase in one of her books. I like to think of it as her personal tribute to that period of history she loves so much, and I join her in that tribute.

Thank you, Colleen, for giving me Caesar, Ralph de Bricassart, and Joshua Christian. I look forward to finding more of your stories in places where I least expect them.

Happy Anniversary, my darling!

Here’s to a lifetime of laughter, tears, and everything in between.

I love you!♥♥♥

I got back from the epic Singapore trip with The Family yesterday at about 4 in the morning, and I’ve been recuperating since. You know when people say that they need a vacation after their vacation? Well, this was one of those vacations.

I was going to blog about it tonight, but I’m still a heartbroken at the moment. I spent the past couple of hours or so post-processing and uploading the photos I took and we were about to get started on The Husband’s camera, when – brace yourself! – not a single file will open. Not. A. Single. One. Why does this break my heart? Well, because most photos taken of me were in that camera, that’s why!

I honestly do not know whether I should be sad, mad, or both. (Chin says both, by the way.) Mostly, however, I just want to die. It’s a lot like knowing the secret of how to get rid of blackheads for good and completely forgetting about it, or winning the freakin’ lottery and finding out that you’ve lost the winning ticket. It’s so depressing. Now I know why some people blow their brains out.

Sigh. I’m waiting for The Mother and The Little Sister to sort out the pictures they took. Here’s hoping that there’s a decent picture or two of myself and The Husband on there somewhere, preferably in each of the places we were in. Hell, even a really bad one of my sunburned and peeling arms is preferable to nothing. Right now, I’d settle for one that would show that I was actually there.

That, and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Karamel Sutra. Oh, wait, there’s one in the fridge!

In about 5 hours or so, we’ll be leaving for Singapore. I thought I had all my outfits figured out weeks ago, but I had to change a few things at the last minute, unfortunately.

I initially planned on wearing the cute, backless top that I thrifted a couple of weeks ago, but I had to reconsider. I seemed to have developed some sort of allergic reaction to the silica on sand, and my back is hideous. I planned to get acne treatment, but I just didn’t have the time.

Also, I planned on wearing the top with these really cool leggings that The Mother got from Promod, but The Husband took one look at me and freaked out. The man loathes leggings. He said that although it looked good on me, it still reminded him too much of Essex Girls (the English equivalent of Jersey Girls). And because he is from Essex, I’m inclined to believe him.

I did, however, pick up this really adorable ‘cat’ shirt from my schoolmate, Psyche’s shop.

Photo Credit: Psyche Castillon

Even with all the clothes I’m taking, however, I seem to be the only one in The Family without luggage to check in. I’ve long since given up trying to figure out why people can’t pack as well as I do. *smug*