Chasing Trains Day 4: Rome Wasn't Built in a Day

Neither can it be toured in a day, but that was all I had left.

The hotel, much to my surprise, provided a decent breakfast spread (by decent I mean they have bacon, and bacon makes everything wonderful). The coffee was unfortunate, though, but enough to get me going.

I had 2-day tickets to the hop-on hop-off bus (which I stupidly bought the day before), so I headed straight to the Coliseum. There was already a bit of a queue by the time I got there, but I was able to skip it by availing of the audio guide which had a separate (nonexistent) line. I prefer them to actual tour guides because I can wander about on my own pace and still get a narrative of the whole place.

Dear Owndays, My Nose Thanks You

I have given up on glasses a long time ago - they never looked good on me, they would always fog up when I'm eating ramen, and most importantly, they keep slipping down my nonexistent nose.

However, the short-lived haze episode left me with eyes as dry as the Sahara; I went through three different brands of contact lenses but no dice.

Sigh of defeat.

Glasses it is.

As it so happens there's this newly-opened optical shop in Plaza Singapura.

Things I Didn't Know I Needed: The Key Keeper

Three problems:

1. My bag is a black hole that refuses to regurgitate my keys whenever I need them, especially when I'm at the front door and I really have to pee.

2. I haven't installed a screen protector on my iPhone for months now, in an attempt to live life on the edge. And every time I find my keys lying there right beside my phone, I die a little bit.

3. It's been a year since I moved into this flat, and I still can't tell which key opens the front door and which one is for my room. All the dance steps to Stop by the Spice Girls I still remember, and yet this daily thing my scumbag brain conveniently forgets.

One nifty nifty Japanese (of course) solution:

Meet the Key Keeper.

New on the Lemming List: The Epi Neverfull

The Louis Vuitton Neverfull is a love-it-hate-it kind of bag. I happen to love mine to bits.

I also love this picture (and my girls) to bits

Nevermind that every other girl I see carries the same bag, it's just so incredibly easy - it goes with everything, and everything goes in it. It's also very sturdy - I've had mine for over a year and while it's looking a bit worn it's still going strong. And this bag has been through everything - torrential downpour, snow, and the occasional  trip to the grocery (they don't give out plastic bags in Germany so it got stuffed full of canned goods and vegetables and giant water bottles), and other forms of abuse. I'm not one to baby bags (obviously) but it has held up wonderfully. The price has increased by about a hundred euros (!!!) since I got it, but I think it's worth every penny - it's the perfect schlepping bag. 

And then this baby came along.

The very same bag, in epi leather as opposed to coated canvas. In the yummiest of colors. And a most horrid price tag. I'm trying to justify the two grand with the suede lining and matching pouch slash clutch, but let's face it - I don't need it nor do I have the ability to provide it with the care it requires. Doesn't stop me from lusting after it, though. Sigh.

(Psst... you can view the lemming list here)

More Fun in the Philippine Embassy

It's no secret that I abhor going to our embassy here in Singapore. But as a foreign worker who wishes to go home every once in a while I have no choice but to pay it a visit at least once a year to get my Overseas Employment Certificate (OEC). It's a green slip of paper that tells the immigration guys back home that there is no need for the question and answer portion because I'm an overseas worker. It also exempts me from travel tax and airport terminal fee. All for the price of five dollars and a day's worth of hypertension.

Is it Nassim Road (SG) or Project 6 (QC)?
A trip to the embassy requires intense mental preparation - I make sure I get enough sleep, I think happy thoughts, and I picture myself back home to convince myself that it's all worth it. And even then, I always end up stressed and frazzled and just a wee bit hypertensive.

So when I found myself last Thursday morning going out the gates, forty-five minutes after I arrived, clutching a huge stack of OECs with the exact same blood pressure as when I entered, I was completely dumbfounded. What just happened? Did I just finish an entire transaction with a government agency without a single speedbump?

Feel Good Friday: Top Chef and Sesame Street and Cow Shit

I've been down in the dumps lately, hence the lack of activity in this blog. First, the haze. Then, a three-day episode of lightheadedness that culminated in a trip to the doctor and anti-vertigo meds. And last but definitely not least, apartment troubles. If there's anything I regret in this whole wonderful life of mine, it's the day I signed a two-year lease to this flat.

This face just about captures it all

Anyway. Back to Feel-good Friday.