A seaside vacation, 3 days of mindless eating and a few realizations

'SALE' and not the sun's orange loveliness at sunset brings me happiness.
A room with a view is good, but the room should be really good, view often ceases to matter.
There's something called too much seafood.
There's nothing called travelling light.
I am very good at haggling. Anywhere.
Malls and multiplexes are a very important part of my life.
So is a television.
I gazed at the sea and rued missing Benetton's end of season sale back home. Do I need help?

The clouds parted, angels sang, and a golden beam of sunlight was cast...
Maybe I am not too fond of the sea after all. Maybe, Orkut & Facebook albums aren't the best reasons to go on a vacation. And maybe there's really no place like home.

On Mondays, I often think of becoming a full-time cook, a smalltime author, an expert on Andy Warhol, a professional kitsch collector, etcetera.

Mondays are plain sad. And I always thought Archies over hyped their 'Monday Blues' section. But isn't their effort so pointless? They haven't got the demographics right, I can't think of any working adult, who would feel better receiving a witty card on a Monday morning. A piece of chocolate cake? maybe, a movie ticket? yes, Shoppers Stop gift coupons? most certainly; but a witty card? No way.

Yeah... It's just another manic Monday.