So the burning question of the day is - do I have a high forehead or is it just my receding hairline???

This chronic cough is getting to me. Every time I cough, it's like my insides are going to come out. And it's pretty much a dry cough, not much phlegm. But I guess you didn't really want to know that. These Tussils aren't helping much either. Neither is the giant tin of Hello Panda chocolate-filled biscuits my dear friend, Ruth, bought me :) Ruthie is a wonderful girl :) But she doesn't read this blog so I shall quit sucking up.

I've been dreaming of holidaying in Melbourne. Or Florence. Or the Maldives. Yum. I want to go shopping, stroll along the boardwalks, sit in the piazzas (with all the birds... that's what the movies show anyway...), have coffee in an alfresco cafe and people-watch like the absolute poseur I am. I want to recline by the beach and have the salt spray smooch my sun-kissed skin. I want to try all 121 flavours of gelato in that quaint parlour in the quiet lane. I want to read a book in the charming coffeeshop down the road. I want to have a nice dinner in that trendy upscale restaurant. Oh, and I want to go to New York.

For now, I'll be happy with my dates at Starbucks, periodic spa indulgences, coffee with a good friend and shopping at Tanglin Market Place.