Sunday, December 2, 2012
They say you can only tell how truly beautiful a city is in the rain.
Okay, that was a gravely rough version of the exact lines from a Woody Allen movie. But if I were to use that as a benchmark, the very short weekend I had spent in Melbourne is something I find myself looking back on countless times. The photos will hardly show how charming the city is. Period. There is no 'but'.
Flying in from Sydney, it only takes about one and a half hours before you touchdown Tullamrine. My impression of Melbourne came as soon as everyone boarded the plane. I was a seat away from a 20 something girl who bought a small bottle of wine and skulled it like her life depended on it. Across the aisle, were French tourists. Ugh how cute were they. And the rest were just seemingly cool hipsters. I felt a sense of panic on how I was going to fit in. Good thing I was still hungover (literally) from the wedding the night before.
|St. Patrick's Cathedral at night|
I didn't have anything planned as I just wanted to cruise and take the city in ala local but I must have done some right as I was really lucky to have good friends accommodate tourist-ole-me during the weekend I was there.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
It's the first of December and I can't quite keep my excitement towards the coming holidays or as I've been referring to it since 2010, the holidaze.
This will have been my 3rd Christmas away from Davao. Though it still holds true that no other place does Christmas like home, having spent two white ones in a row was a welcome adjustment. Holidaze 2010 was shamefully reduced to this while Holidaze 2011 was not worth writing about as none of us took any photos apart from the ones that already surfaced online via the iPhone's share settings. Plus I was horribly f*t (tears) then so it's one I had already shoved in a box, locked and incinerated (because I'm segurista lyk datt).