Ego Tripping

I've been battling a bout of wanderlust these past couple of weeks. I can't help but bring myself to reminisce that just a year ago I was in Europe, lacing MacDonald registers everywhere with Francs and Euros. I had welcomed waking up to weather in lower registers capped by snow capped Alps in the background. Everything was done and over by 6pm and city folk retreated to intimate dinners.

As hamsters turn the wheels in my mind faster, I can't help but feel panic at worst. I want to get away so much.

But in line with my resolution to save moolah this year, I decided to calm down abit and not left click on that "Book Now" option on the travel websites.

So as luck would have it, or the lack of it, I stumbled upon a chance of a lifetime to win me a free trip (return air tickets) to Europe.

It was a contest to guess the make of a car, not yet launched. I have never been a sucker for freebies neither have I exalted luck. Nevertheless, I decided to give it a go. So it was off to the web where I started doing research and googling the shit out of whatever clues or hunches I had.

After much debate between The Ridz and I, I made my guess.

I went through the trouble of reading the rules and regulation for the contest and made sure I sent in just 1 entry instead of the gajillion that most people would, in the hopes of raising their chances of winning.

That left click on mouse was greeted with anticipation and anxiety over the next 2 weeks or so before they announced the results.

What was amazing was that I honestly thought I would win.

I didn't.

Farking hell.

Mexico-Cancun-Cuba anyone?