Tuesday, April 29, 2008
German time
This is going to be a very short post because I am now in Germany, and it seems like a really silly idea to stay inside blogging away instead of being out in the cold wind, downing some beers, food etc.
Weather’s ok here… about 13-15 degrees… it can be quite windy sometimes, or the sun could be blazing down on you… but I think whatever it is, it’s definitely much better than the humidity I left behind in SG.
Some of the men are seriously hot, the flowers (cherry blossoms, daisies etc) are lovely, the food’s still interesting (I can’t imagine staying here beyond a month though), and the beer’s well, ok lah. Then again, I’m not much of a beer person nowadays, but the german beer here is much much much better than the crappy Tiger beer at home – the wine here is also very yummy.
I’m not here for holiday, in case you’re wondering. It is mostly work work work… travel to the place I have to be at for work, find a pub to chill at after work before heading back, then sleep.
But come Friday… I’ll probably head off to Paris and this time, it will be for a little break. I’m nervous to be going to Paris on my own, but I imagine it’ll be very exciting too.
Anyway.. here's two pics before i sign out.
My first meal in Germany - fried black pudding with onions and a mashed potatoe-with-sweet-apple thing (yes, they have weird taste buds sometimes... and they take flavours to the extreme) I know black pudding sounds disgusting but it was really very nice.
And this is the way this particular beer house/pub/restaurant fills its beer and then serves it. Each beer house serves its own beer brewed on-site. At this particular place, they get lots of glasses on one metal thingy, fill them all up, and then go around handing them out. If you're low on beer, they'll just plod one fresh glass in front of you, so you have to let them know if you've had enough. but with one beer being about Euro1.20 (about S$3), it's not bad... the best beer i've had so far.
Weather’s ok here… about 13-15 degrees… it can be quite windy sometimes, or the sun could be blazing down on you… but I think whatever it is, it’s definitely much better than the humidity I left behind in SG.
Some of the men are seriously hot, the flowers (cherry blossoms, daisies etc) are lovely, the food’s still interesting (I can’t imagine staying here beyond a month though), and the beer’s well, ok lah. Then again, I’m not much of a beer person nowadays, but the german beer here is much much much better than the crappy Tiger beer at home – the wine here is also very yummy.
I’m not here for holiday, in case you’re wondering. It is mostly work work work… travel to the place I have to be at for work, find a pub to chill at after work before heading back, then sleep.
But come Friday… I’ll probably head off to Paris and this time, it will be for a little break. I’m nervous to be going to Paris on my own, but I imagine it’ll be very exciting too.
Anyway.. here's two pics before i sign out.
My first meal in Germany - fried black pudding with onions and a mashed potatoe-with-sweet-apple thing (yes, they have weird taste buds sometimes... and they take flavours to the extreme) I know black pudding sounds disgusting but it was really very nice.
And this is the way this particular beer house/pub/restaurant fills its beer and then serves it. Each beer house serves its own beer brewed on-site. At this particular place, they get lots of glasses on one metal thingy, fill them all up, and then go around handing them out. If you're low on beer, they'll just plod one fresh glass in front of you, so you have to let them know if you've had enough. but with one beer being about Euro1.20 (about S$3), it's not bad... the best beer i've had so far.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Crush, Crushing, Crushed!
Because Saturday mornings (and sometimes part of the afternoons) are ‘catching-up-on-beauty-sleep’ periods for me, it was very difficult to get out of bed early today.
There was a lunch birthday party to attend at the other corner of the island, and my godsis and I had plans to swim a bit at that place first before going for the lunch – I wanted to get dark-skinned again.... being yellow doesn’t look good!
Anyway… so after the swim and all that, we went for the lunch. Then, I found out that this guy whom I had a huge crush on while in sec sch was going to drop by later. And my first immediate thought was : “oh gosh, do I look like absolute crap today?!?!?!”
Then I remembered I took extra effort putting my face paint on earlier, and my heart was at ease.
It was really good to see him again.. he’s bigger in built now, but still as eloquent and charming, and gentlemanly as ever… I’ve got a thing for men who can carry themselves well, and are good at conversations. I started remembering all the reasons why I liked him back during the school days, and whenever he looked directly at me and talked to me, my heart would flutter.
Ya… so drama… but seriously, I was trying very hard not to be grinning too much like a crazy Cheshire cat. I kept telling myself, “Be cool and relaxed!”
But of course I started fantasizing a bit… and I thought, well, we could start chatting again like we did back in school – he was the guy whom I once chatted with over the phone til 5am; we then met in school for a function 2 hours later; we did talk a lot back then. Then I thought, ok, so we chat, then we meet up again, often… then maybe we’ll become boyfriend-girlfriend (ya, very sec sch thinking, lol), and then one day, he’ll propose!
And… I shuddered.
I was totally put off by the idea of him proposing (in my imagination). I’m sure he’s the sort who’ll put very careful thought into the proposal method etc, and it’ll be all so sweet etc.. but marriage?!?!? Too big a change, just too freaking big a move… I couldn’t do it.
And I realized… I’m not ready for marriage, ever. Not even with the guy who still turns me into a silly giggling school girl when I see him after so many years. Granted, that guy’s not Him (as in, the current squeeze) so there’s no love and all that jazz. But still…
So ya… I’m already at this certain stage of my life already and still I dun long for marriage etc… my mum’s gonna be soooo disappointed, lol.
On another note, my godsis said today that she wanted to carry little children… I say her bio clock’s starting to tick already.
Gosh, just thinking of the old crush again makes me smile…
But nope… I’ll rather be with Him in Europe for a week next week, than with the crush ☺
Ya… off to Europe for 2 weeks, from next week… one week of exciting but I’m sure tiring work… and then I’m off for a little break, all by my little self… I feel like a kid in an Enid Blyton story off for an adventure.
There was a lunch birthday party to attend at the other corner of the island, and my godsis and I had plans to swim a bit at that place first before going for the lunch – I wanted to get dark-skinned again.... being yellow doesn’t look good!
Anyway… so after the swim and all that, we went for the lunch. Then, I found out that this guy whom I had a huge crush on while in sec sch was going to drop by later. And my first immediate thought was : “oh gosh, do I look like absolute crap today?!?!?!”
Then I remembered I took extra effort putting my face paint on earlier, and my heart was at ease.
It was really good to see him again.. he’s bigger in built now, but still as eloquent and charming, and gentlemanly as ever… I’ve got a thing for men who can carry themselves well, and are good at conversations. I started remembering all the reasons why I liked him back during the school days, and whenever he looked directly at me and talked to me, my heart would flutter.
Ya… so drama… but seriously, I was trying very hard not to be grinning too much like a crazy Cheshire cat. I kept telling myself, “Be cool and relaxed!”
But of course I started fantasizing a bit… and I thought, well, we could start chatting again like we did back in school – he was the guy whom I once chatted with over the phone til 5am; we then met in school for a function 2 hours later; we did talk a lot back then. Then I thought, ok, so we chat, then we meet up again, often… then maybe we’ll become boyfriend-girlfriend (ya, very sec sch thinking, lol), and then one day, he’ll propose!
And… I shuddered.
I was totally put off by the idea of him proposing (in my imagination). I’m sure he’s the sort who’ll put very careful thought into the proposal method etc, and it’ll be all so sweet etc.. but marriage?!?!? Too big a change, just too freaking big a move… I couldn’t do it.
And I realized… I’m not ready for marriage, ever. Not even with the guy who still turns me into a silly giggling school girl when I see him after so many years. Granted, that guy’s not Him (as in, the current squeeze) so there’s no love and all that jazz. But still…
So ya… I’m already at this certain stage of my life already and still I dun long for marriage etc… my mum’s gonna be soooo disappointed, lol.
On another note, my godsis said today that she wanted to carry little children… I say her bio clock’s starting to tick already.
Gosh, just thinking of the old crush again makes me smile…
But nope… I’ll rather be with Him in Europe for a week next week, than with the crush ☺
Ya… off to Europe for 2 weeks, from next week… one week of exciting but I’m sure tiring work… and then I’m off for a little break, all by my little self… I feel like a kid in an Enid Blyton story off for an adventure.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
My eyes hurt. A lot.
Last night, for some weird reason, there was suddenly a dust cloud sweeping into the house. And I start sneezing and sneezing and sneezing… my nose got all runny, and my eyes turned red.
And of course, I just had to rub and rub and rub my eyes… which made things worse.
By the time I settled into bed, my nose was sore, and my eyes were all red and swollen… puffing like a goldfish.
This morning, I looked like shit… like real shit. I’ve never had something like this last for so long, but ya, my eyes were still swollen and red, and this time, I had terrible eye bags.
Must have used a ton of concealer to cover up.
Why am I telling you this? Well, coz my eyes still hurt and I’m too stoned to write about something vaguely intelligent.
Got a packed schedule this week… something on tml night, and maybe thurs night… and then a party on sat. And between all that, there’s work, and all the preparations for my trip to Europe next week.
And cos my period just ended, and God knows how bloated I can get during that week, my tummy’s still feeling really huge, which means I feel fat and so unsexy. And coz being sexy is really all about being confident… I’ve to somehow get my self-esteem up by tomorrow night for that event.
And I’ve nothing to wear! (haha… I’m only saying that coz I wanna go shopping)
Anyway… I’ve been feeling quite Asian these past few days… I mean, I am Asian, but I’ve always been more proud of my peranakan blood than my Chinese blood coz I love peranakan food, clothing, display stuff etc, new people I meet generally think I’m Malay (my name’s misleading), and my Chinese sucks.
But these past few days, I’ve been feeling my Chinese roots more. Don’t get me wrong, I am proud of my Chinese roots, and I’m probably one of the few in my generation who believes that traditions should be followed as much as possible (how many of you buy tomatoes to put at home during CNY coz some old guy said it brings good luck and actually, you don’t believe in good luck, but you do it anyway coz it’s tradition)
I think it has to do with the anti-Chinese protests happening now during the torch relay… some people in the West don’t seem to be able to differentiate government from people, and also tend to just lump all slit-eyed people together. So uncool.
I’m not even going to go into the whole debate about whether the Tibetans have it bad, freedom, etc… but I must say that I do disagree with violent acts committed by people whose religion teaches them love and peace, in the name of nationalism/race/religion etc. How different is that from the terrorists who commit evil in the name of Islam, another peace-loving religion?
That said, I dun see a real solution in sight… or rather, I can’t be bothered to think about it too much… I rather use the time to rest.
Ya… lots of rest.
Last night, for some weird reason, there was suddenly a dust cloud sweeping into the house. And I start sneezing and sneezing and sneezing… my nose got all runny, and my eyes turned red.
And of course, I just had to rub and rub and rub my eyes… which made things worse.
By the time I settled into bed, my nose was sore, and my eyes were all red and swollen… puffing like a goldfish.
This morning, I looked like shit… like real shit. I’ve never had something like this last for so long, but ya, my eyes were still swollen and red, and this time, I had terrible eye bags.
Must have used a ton of concealer to cover up.
Why am I telling you this? Well, coz my eyes still hurt and I’m too stoned to write about something vaguely intelligent.
Got a packed schedule this week… something on tml night, and maybe thurs night… and then a party on sat. And between all that, there’s work, and all the preparations for my trip to Europe next week.
And cos my period just ended, and God knows how bloated I can get during that week, my tummy’s still feeling really huge, which means I feel fat and so unsexy. And coz being sexy is really all about being confident… I’ve to somehow get my self-esteem up by tomorrow night for that event.
And I’ve nothing to wear! (haha… I’m only saying that coz I wanna go shopping)
Anyway… I’ve been feeling quite Asian these past few days… I mean, I am Asian, but I’ve always been more proud of my peranakan blood than my Chinese blood coz I love peranakan food, clothing, display stuff etc, new people I meet generally think I’m Malay (my name’s misleading), and my Chinese sucks.
But these past few days, I’ve been feeling my Chinese roots more. Don’t get me wrong, I am proud of my Chinese roots, and I’m probably one of the few in my generation who believes that traditions should be followed as much as possible (how many of you buy tomatoes to put at home during CNY coz some old guy said it brings good luck and actually, you don’t believe in good luck, but you do it anyway coz it’s tradition)
I think it has to do with the anti-Chinese protests happening now during the torch relay… some people in the West don’t seem to be able to differentiate government from people, and also tend to just lump all slit-eyed people together. So uncool.
I’m not even going to go into the whole debate about whether the Tibetans have it bad, freedom, etc… but I must say that I do disagree with violent acts committed by people whose religion teaches them love and peace, in the name of nationalism/race/religion etc. How different is that from the terrorists who commit evil in the name of Islam, another peace-loving religion?
That said, I dun see a real solution in sight… or rather, I can’t be bothered to think about it too much… I rather use the time to rest.
Ya… lots of rest.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Been back for a couple of days now... kinda busy with work... he's gone for a week, so I'm all alone :(
Oh by the way, have you guys been following American Idol?
I'm now in LOVE... I mean, have you all seen Michael John, especially when he sang the Queens medley?
If not, here it is for you below:
Isn't he just excellent??? And oh man, so so so sexy... especially at the end bit of the song, when he went "We are the Champions..."
Another guy I quite like is Jason Castro.. listen to him sing one of my all-time favourite songs 'Hallelujah':
It's the dreadlocks, i tell you... he's so adorable, you just wanna pinch his cheeks and plant a big fat wet kiss on his lips.
With Michael though... I just wanna rip his clothes off and... well... he is very fuckable. Just listening to him sing makes shivers run down my spine, in a very very good way.
Ok, enough lusting... got to get back to work.
Oh by the way, have you guys been following American Idol?
I'm now in LOVE... I mean, have you all seen Michael John, especially when he sang the Queens medley?
If not, here it is for you below:
Isn't he just excellent??? And oh man, so so so sexy... especially at the end bit of the song, when he went "We are the Champions..."
Another guy I quite like is Jason Castro.. listen to him sing one of my all-time favourite songs 'Hallelujah':
It's the dreadlocks, i tell you... he's so adorable, you just wanna pinch his cheeks and plant a big fat wet kiss on his lips.
With Michael though... I just wanna rip his clothes off and... well... he is very fuckable. Just listening to him sing makes shivers run down my spine, in a very very good way.
Ok, enough lusting... got to get back to work.
