I can't believe I'm here!
Firstly, I wish I could travel Singapore Airlines to Toronto. We had a menu to choose from for lunch, dinner and a light meal from Seoul to Singapore, by which time it was something like 3 in the morning Vancouver time so I didn't eat it, but I wept. The food was that good.
I watched 2 and half movies, since I was conking out around 2 in the morning. I also played Centipede and finally learned the rules. The entertainment system was called Wisemen. How auspicious.
okay, we're going for food now.
so long from Singapore
Friday, November 30, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Two days to go
The countdown begins.
Two days left! This morning I finally went to do the 'money stuff'. I had my toiletries sorted out weeks ago, but the money/exchange/understanding currency at all, well no surprise there that I kept dawdling and procrastinating. I finally went to my bank and said "Show me the travellers cheques".
And when they showed me my bank balance, I had to do some quick math (dear me, now that is something I can't handle at the best of times but under pressure, in a bank lineup, with an exchange to figure out?) Walking home afterwards, I thought about how glad I was that I had already figured out which books I was taking to read on the plane, like 6 months ago. That's how I plan my life, wondering "What am I going to read?" not "What's the exchange rate?" Sometimes this means that late at night I'm wide awake thinking "When was I supposed to start setting aside money for RRSP's?" and "What money? It doesn't grow on bodhi trees you know" and "What is an RRSP?" .I walked home from the bank humming Cyndi Lauper's 'Money Changes Everything'.
Two days left. My gosh.
Two days left! This morning I finally went to do the 'money stuff'. I had my toiletries sorted out weeks ago, but the money/exchange/understanding currency at all, well no surprise there that I kept dawdling and procrastinating. I finally went to my bank and said "Show me the travellers cheques".
And when they showed me my bank balance, I had to do some quick math (dear me, now that is something I can't handle at the best of times but under pressure, in a bank lineup, with an exchange to figure out?) Walking home afterwards, I thought about how glad I was that I had already figured out which books I was taking to read on the plane, like 6 months ago. That's how I plan my life, wondering "What am I going to read?" not "What's the exchange rate?" Sometimes this means that late at night I'm wide awake thinking "When was I supposed to start setting aside money for RRSP's?" and "What money? It doesn't grow on bodhi trees you know" and "What is an RRSP?" .I walked home from the bank humming Cyndi Lauper's 'Money Changes Everything'.
Two days left. My gosh.
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