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| Valentine in Rome Fiumicino/VeniceI have been together with her for nine months already and there are countless ups and downs as this is merely part and parcel of any or every relationship, even though excessive. A vacation that has been overdue for ten years means I am going to fulfill it this time around and end all that envious rubbish, even if it means blowing all of my hard-earned money on a trip that I've always yearned for, anywhere out of Asia.
We finally decided we on Rome Fiumicino-Venice (FCO) to celebrate Valentine's Day for the brand new year as well as our first year's anniversary. I initially had other places in mind like visiting Athens (ATH) and the nearby Mykonos Island/Acropolis because she never had the chance to visit that little island off the shore whenever she does an Athen's flight. I also thought about Paris (CDG) or Male/Maldives (MLE) but she has been there a couple of times, be it for work or vacation so I figured they are out of the question.
London (LHR) and Zurich (ZRH) were next but she is rostered for London once every month and I do not think there's anything else she would like to further sightsee other than myself who needed to comprehend the duck rice delights at Basewater - next life. Milan (MXP) looks good but she tells me there isn't anything much to sightsee there and I would at the same time, not want her to blow another thousand on yet another Gucci bag there so Milan (MXP) is ommited. New York (JFK), Los Angeles (LAX) and San Francisco (SFO) would be good especially for the abercrombies, hollisters and victoria secrets but it would be a tad too hefty for me to travel by SQ. However, I could get there by other airlines like Phillipines, China Eastern, United or Northwest Airlines for almost half the price.
The idea is that she does a long-haul 4-sector flight like a Hong Kong-San Francisco (HKG-SFO) and I get another airline ticket which has the nearest-matching timing, fly there alone and bunk in with her in her hotel and I get a vacation with her as well as saving on the hefty accommodation (hotel) expenses. Like the same logic, she could do a Taipei (TPE) or a Tokyo-Narita (NRT) flight and I could just get budget airline ticket or some other less prestigious international carrier at lower rates to fly at the same time with her, meet her there and bunk in with her without incurring any hotel expenses but I would prefer somewhere further, the further the better.
Rome Fiumicino/Venice (FCO) was an apt decision because she cited it is the most romantic place, not Paris (CDG) or anywhere else so we agreed with that destination. She has yet to decide if she should use her annual free-ticket to any destination or work to Rome (FCO) because if she uses the ticket, her flight would be free of charge but we would have to fork out for the hotel expenses in addition. We could have a longer stay if she does that but if she decides to change for a Rome flight and work her way there, hotel expenses would be waived but we would have a shorter vacation.
I have since fulfilled half the price of a return air ticket at the moment and I hope nothing screws. I hope to give both myself and her the best memories we'd ever have for the upcoming Valentine's Day - a date in Rome.
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Intoxicated FridayI was at the airport to pick her up when she returned from AKL last Thursday. I always made it a point to receive her whenever she is back from her flights not because I have to, but rather I have always been eager to see her. There came Friday and I was contemplating if we should head to o' bar but just could not come up with a decision until it was made by flipping of a coin. That decision proved fatal because I was well-wasted by the alcohol at the club some couple of hours later. It was the first time in nearly over a decade I went beyond my limits in relation to the speed of alcohol consumption and the amount of intake because it was a rare sight to see me real drunk or even puke because I would cease drinking whenever the effect comes and have always made the point to never to throw up. I couldn't really remember how I got back to her place because it was vague (as I was really highly intoxicated and throwing up) and all I know was that she took care of me real well this time around with her heart. I have not much recollections about it but I figured she removed my shoes when I was slumped half-dead on her bed, gave me water, wiped my face with a wet cloth and sat right next to me when I was really suffering from all that puking effect. I remembered I did blabber several nonsensical stuffs but also knew for this time, she gave in and acknowledged to all of my drunken words. I guessed I ended up that drunk because I was upset over some issues which surfaced in the recent, and that we were always bickering over the slightest disagreements. This is one of the sweetest relationships I've ever had but I am afraid it may not last. She has left for TPE-night stop on sunday and I would be at the airport again later to receive her. Her upcoming flight to BOM would be fine but it's just the 4-sector phobia (of her DXB-DME some months ago) that hits me again because she would be bound for a 4-sector TPE-LAX by the end of this week. I really hope everything goes well and it wouldn't create another dent in our relationship. Altogether with the case of the ex and all, I would just leave it to fate and come what may.
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| Tiring WeekIt has been five consecutive days since I last saw home and I am back in my room once again. It has been a tiring week for me because girl was terribly ill for a couple of days right after I recovered from mine so it was my turn to look after her. It all began when I picked her up from the airport on Wednesday afternoon when she returned from a short flight from SYD. She complained that she was having a slight fever and I proceeded to take her to the doctor. As she missed her FRA flight, her roster was slightly messed up and SYD replaced it and the following day of standby was also disrupted when she was re-scheduled for NRT instead. Right on that very day she was bound to leave for NRT, she fell so ill she was unable to walk so I brought her to a doctor again and it took her three full days to recover. Because of that, her Saturday turnaround to DAC was disrupted and replaced by a two-day PVG/SHA so off she went an hour ago. I hope she is all well and chirpy now because seeing her ill makes my heart ache.
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| What screwed me 
This was what that drove me crazy. Four back-to-back papers as usual and it's inevitably going to be from distinction to a possible, failure. I did my usual last minute stint, a full-throttle revision that nearly burnt my brain and managed to complete them but the papers decided to screw me up to the maximum with a minimal choice of questions, all open-ended. I loathe open-ended questions because open-ended questions mean you might just stare blankly at the paper with disbelief despite having adequate revision. At this level, you could study everything but could still be an utter failure if you do not know how to apply the principles, be it economics or law. I got really stressed and people keep fucking calling me to meet to meet and to fucking meet. Now that it's over, the post-exams blue still lingers and I am terribly jaded. I actually went out, leaving my door and gates wide open for burglars and had zero recollection about it. I don't feel like clubbing, or doing anything. I just need time for myself to do my own stuffs so stop fucking calling me out.
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| Mcdelivery, kids, warMy hunger pangs somehow inevitably made me delve into some stuffs. I have always loathed the fact that each time I'm famished in the dead of the night, I would have to think thrice before dialling for mcdelivery but end up dismissing the idea two-thirds of the time. I do not frivolously spend on such luxury meals when I could trade three budget meals for that. Indeed, I belong to the earliest of the generation-y era, just two years after the least batch of generation-x folks (who suffered more). We were brought up in a much stricter environment and possibly the wrong era where we would not get luxuries like these game consoles and shit like the pampered brats have these days. To me, having a luxury meal like mcdonalds, I have to think thrice but to these pampered, fat, sloppy, generation-z kids, mcdonalds is just like a norm like they falls from the sky. They could happily munch on their retarded burgers with one hand and the other hand on their portable game consoles, oblivious to their food and surroundings. They do not appreciate these luxuries in life. I feel they should all be sent to cambodia and starve like the children there. This society is way too comfortable for them and I've always had the hopes for a war, and these fat slops would just perish. Even putting on my green uniform, equipped with an assault rifle and going front-line for the war, I'd believe they would perish before me. Die at home because there is no mcdonalds, no electricity, no game consoles. I can take a fair bit of hardships, that was what two years of military service provided me then. Ten dollars for a fast-food meal is just unacceptable with or without cost-push inflation. Do you fucking appreciate your burger now?
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