I need a holiday to recover from my holiday!

Holidays are meant to be relaxing. It’s meant for you to detress, to recharge, to enjoy.

No problem with that.

Problem is the before and after holiday.

Before holiday:
– frantically trying to finish all the work that I should have done a few days but kept putting off before because there’s a ‘tomorrow’.
– requests that came in from left, right and center because *ting! ting!* they suddenly realised I’m not going to be ‘around’. Never mind that half of these requests are not important or urgent.
– leaving a page long of instructions for the family to please ‘water the plants’ and ‘buy bread’ etc…

I usually end up packing like 3 hours before my trip and am always amazed that I managed to get on the plane/ coach in one piece….

After holiday:
– clearing emails, junk mails and snail mails but no cute males.
– catching up with work. Why do all the exciting/ important things always happen whilst I’m away?
– unpacking, doing the laundry, more laundry and even more laundry
– sorting out photos

Work should be banned. It’s bad for health. We should be on holiday all the time.

I’m so tired… and sleepy.

And I feel totally fat. Bleah! Too much eating.

The break was great. No doubt about it. I enjoyed myself with my friends. Defintely.

I just need a holiday…. to recover from my holiday. Sigh….

Girls just want to have fun

We’re all going on a spring holiday
No more working for a day or two
Fun and laughter on a spring holiday
No more worries for a day or two

-Slight edit from the song, Summer Holiday by Clif Richard. Sorry Sir Cliff Richard..*curtseying to Sir Richard*

Well, I’m finally going on my chick trip tomorrow or rather today.

My bag is packed, I’ve changed my money. I’ve got my passport in my bag. I’m pretty ready.

Actually, we’re only going up to KL. It’s not really that an exciting place compared to HK or BBK, in my opinion. But a holiday is always full of anticipation and excitement, even if you’re only going to Sentosa.

Of things that could happen and might happen. Knowing that you’re doing things that are not routine. Of not caring. There is a sense of liberation.

That’s why a holiday is good for the soul and mind.

That’s all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Girls- they just want to have fun
Oh girls just want to have fun

Credit: Cyndi Lauper’s Girls Just Want to Have Fun

My husband thinks KL is in danger with the four of us up there and reckons someone should warn the authorities.

Silly man, KL is perfectly safe. Now if it was Seoul…….

hehe!

Of Kilts, Bagpipes and Whiskey (2)

I bet the Scots have been asked to death about this question:

Do you errr… wear anything underneath that skirt?

Brrrr……

This photo was taken in Edinburg, late December last year. Yes, it was cold. Very cold. He was playing wonderful music on the bagpipe but I’m afraid I was distracted by this one thought on my mind…”Oh dear….wouldn’t it be frozen cold?” (Oops, is this getting too risque? Will get censored or not hah?)

Edinburg is well known as an Arts Centre. Its yearly Arts Festival is world reknown and most Scots can hold a tune and have a strong interest in Arts generally. But then hor… if I was to live in such condusive environment, I think I would feel very artistically inclined too. Just look at these great architecture! I felt overawed just looking at them… Doesn’t it inspire you? I felt as if I had to read some Shakespeare plays or recite some poems there and then. Of course I didn’t lah, coz the only lines I remembered was:

“Double double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn and caultron bubble.”

Not very auspicious right? I think my Literature teacher really did a good job drilling this into my head. hehe! Do you all remembered which play this was from? ^^

Most museums in Edinburg (as in UK too) are free. Donations are welcome, to help maintain the place. Boxes are placed within the museums for this pupose… and guess what, most people do donate, even if it’s just a pound! Don’t think it will work here in SG though, at least for the moment. The tim when the museums have the highest attendance are when they’re free. Maybe one day?

Actually, what truely amazed me was this:

This dog was waiting patiently outside the museum whilst its owners were inside admiring the art pieces. How come got no dognapper huh?

You know the other thing that Scotland is really well known for? Whiskey!

“Wee” means little and this shop was really little but the stocks were impressive enough. But whiskey not my drink so..

Btw, husband actually got a little Scottish blood in him. But since he married a Singaporean girl instead of Scottish lass, he will be the last to be able to use that Scottish family name. Shucks, it would have been so fun if our kids could use Scottish family name.

Of Kilts, Bagpipes and Whiskey

Gosh… it’s been so hot the last few days, I actually find myself missing Scotland with its minus 3 degrees temperature.

Last year, during our trip back to UK, we paid a visit to our friend in Scotland.

“Come over and stay with us. It would be good to catch up after so many years.” Scotland would be wonderful.

My friend stays in this village called Garvald, about 90 minutes from Edinburgh. Garvald has less than 100 residents. There is no clinic. The post office is opened twice every week in the morning. The pub is the restaurant and there are only 2 main roads. Everyone knows everyone… really.

We didn’t know this before arriving but as we were driving up to her place at 10pm in the winter night, we got worried. Well, I got worried. Outside the car, it was almost pitch dark, save for some lights along the road (in some places, it didn’t seemed like a road to me). It was 荒山野林 to me. If we got lost…… *Shudders* But of course we didn’t, all thanks to a modern gadget call handphone.

We were told to just go to the town hall as there was a new year’s party going on. “You can’t miss it. It’s got a huge Christmas tree outside. You can come in and join us for a dance or two.” Right. I’d like to see the villagers’ residents looks on seeing a small Chinese woman (all wrapped up like a pau) doing a Scottish dance. It would have been the talk of the village for the next 10 years.

Almost everyone was at this party, from babies to grandfathers, all dancing up a storm. Luckily her children were tired by the time we got there and I was spared the agony of being obliged to join in the festivities. Whew!

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The wee stream My friend’s place isn’t big but what a view they have just outside their house. You can see and hear this little stream gurgling away. The only downside… it does get a “wee” cold.

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This would be gorgeous in spring. With houses like that, is it any wonder that so of us are thinking of migrating? I want one too!!!

Their backyard…..

The next day, we had a look around the village, which really takes all about 30 minutes and went for a lovely walk in the woods…

Countryside

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Horses in the open field
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The village church
They share a pastor with a nearby village, so service is on every fortnight. (Much to the relief of my friend’s husband, who really isn’t much of a church-goer. Hehe!)
Grave

Strangely, next to the church, the graves didn’t look at all scary, in fact, they look peaceful and serene…. The outside world of MacDonald’s, shops centres, planes and faxes seemed so far away…. almost anyway.

As we were walking in the woods, suddenly amongst the peace and quiet.. suddenly…
*peep-peep. peep-peep. peep.*

That all too familiar sound.

In this wilderness, in a tiny Scotland village, half way round the world, I had just received a sms from Singaore.

Ahh…. the wonders of modern technology. Sometimes though, perhaps, it is better to leave them behind and observe the wonders of nature instead. Right?

Walk

A walk amongst the wonders of Scottish nature

Thank you

Thank you, thank you for all your encouragement and support. But it’s also very stressful leh….*bites finger*. Ok, this auntie here promises to try ok? But this will be a general blog and not just on BYJ (for the uninitiated, BYJ = Bae Yong Joon)

From a very young age, I’ve always wanted to see a white Christmas.

Blame it on the Christmas songs, the movies, Christmas cards and most of all, the many Enid Blyton books that were a staple diet when I was growing up.

Growing up in a tropical country, just a few degrees away from the equator, snow seemed so very romantic and wonderful… warm chocolate, fireplace, snowman, etc… all made even more appealing during the scorching hot months of July, August. A bathtub full of snow… hmm…

Of course watching Winter Sonata made this desire even greater. hahaha!

Last year, back in UK for a family visit, I finally got my wish. It was one of the coldest winter for a long time.

One early morning, shortly after Christmas, I woke up, drew apart the curtains and was greeted by this sight.

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I was so thrilled, I shouted to my still sleeping hubby:”Hubby, hubby, snow, snow!!!!”

I felt like a little child that had just been given a toy that she had wanted for a long time.

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Isn’t this a beautiful, lonely picture? Blue, blue sky, white snow, bare trees, empty, winding road. I kept thinking of April Snow. And wish I had brought the cd with me. But I’ve subjected that poot hubby of mine to enough Korean pop back home alreday and shouldn’t subject him to further torture when we’re on holiday.

But I do wish I was able to listen to that song then.