Back with out dated photos

yeah.. Am back.. Had a superb rest on tue and am feeling awesome! *wink wink*

before Perth and rest, i attended Kailing's wedding.. Was seperated from my batch ppl and was seated with the 'seriously alcohol deficient' peeps.. I managed to escape unscathed and was watching Edalene and JM toasting non-stop. It's nice to be an on looker esp after recovering from a bad bout of cough and flu..

These drinks were not for the newly weds but Edalene and JM..

And here, Johnson looks like the groom.. lol

Celine, Gwen the Rein-dears

Ho ho ho!


X'maz coming.. Gwen and I, we've decided to be... Reindeers, or we shall be called the rein-dears..





:)

pork knuckles's good!!

went to Baden, at Holland V for dinner with neighbours and their frens. We had several rounds of 1 for 1 of erdinger though it was way pass happy hour.. The cheese sausage and pork knuckle were finger licking good!! According to 2 German pax i talked to onboard, Baden's pork knuckle is considered very authentic.

ooh.. more pork knuckles please!!

Lahore (Pakistan)

the day before my flight, was Meet and Assist Night..
Before i met gerry and zap zap, i was with a mother with infant. lol

The room i rotted for 3 days..

Shalimah Gardens. Built by the same fella who built Taj Mahal. Apparently maintenance plays a huge part in preservation.

Sherlyn, Amira and I. This is where the kings would sit to enjoy the dance and music. behind is where the dancers danced

Lahore's market street

Houses in Lahore in the olden days

Masjid Wasir Khan. Sherlyn and I were too lazy to take out our shoes as it's very dirty inside. yeah.. we're spoilt. :)

memories while in lahore

was stuck in my room, with no complete human intraction. As usual, bout of depression came over me again. I watched a movie, Lost in City. There was this particular scene where this guy died and the wife mourned and sobbed over his departure. It kinda dawned on me will there be any crying and missing me except the few obligatory ones, my husband, my family members? As mentioned, obligatory ones, thus the social norm expects them to cry and feel upset. But how truly upset are they? What is it they really miss about me? How long will they be truly upset? 3 days? 1 week? 1 month? Maybe that's all. Then i decided to take this bleak thoughts away and try to think on the lighter side. Perhaps being stuck in this country, away from ppl who matters to me (but again, do i matter to them?) makes me depressed so easily. I then looked at departure in another manner. If i depart from a relationship, how upset were they? Many times in the show they would say 'I'm sure XXX (name of the person who departed) wouldn't want to see you unhappy'. But i think i'm a little perverse. I need to know if they felt unhappy. I guess it's cruel but it gives me a sense of wanted-ness in this complicated world. Then i thus conclude that i'm overly emo and have an over desire to be loved and wanted. Am i being satisfied in this manner? If i am, would there be this post to start with? Now i argue within me should this post remain a private or public? Cos i don't like ppl to know i'm unhappy and how complicated i am, with some perveted thoughts in me. But this is the real feelings that i have now. Why should i hide it?

on the road of discovery..

only to discover that i don't understand myself totally... having a tsunami of different feelings over different issues i'm facing.. I wish i was simpler and easier to understand myself.

Nagoya neh!!

cold cold in Nagoya neh!!!

;egendary automated stacked parking

a strike..
me lootsa result of missing 24 h of sleeeep.. ZZZzzzzzz...

I AMSTERDAM

arrived to a -1 degree weather. Was huffing and puffing out smokey as i talked and i felt like i was in a freezer for the next few days.


Despite the chilly weather, i went to North of Amsterdam and visited the town of Edam and tasted some cheese there. Then i went on to see windmills. It was uber cold as it was extremely windy. At night i visited the Amsterdam Red Light District and saw the girls in the aquarium, skimpily dressed in winter.. Fwah.. Don't they feel cold? Anyway most curtains were drawn.. An exercise to beat the cold i suppose. I walked past several coffeshops too where cracks are available, legally..







A WC in the middle of walkway



Next day, i went to Van Gogh Musuem.. I'm touched by the brotherly love between Theo and Vincent. Then i went on the Sex musuem.. Erotica!!!!

Look at the toilet seat covers carefully. Both are actually POV (point of view) from the bowl. Interesting!