Kinder Surprise!!!

Surprises for kids... I felt like one! He bought me an egg. He offered to buy me one at the canteen the other day, but I shook my head. He almost didn't like the idea when I ate too much chocolate, we are on one week FAT-FREE diet... Even though we have some in the house, we could hardly follow our rules, sneakily and slowly the pieces are disappearing from the boxes. He came home from the supermarket one evening and presented the little egg to me. Like a little fragile gift, I held it with both hands =)

Gosh, its a Kinder Surprise, baby!

wein wein wein

I got drunk with hot wine at the christmas market. Oh, christmas I love it!
Carry me home, please...

Dad, again

I don't know what is wrong with my dad... he's always in trouble with his job. Now he's retrenched!
I really don't know what to say, except shaking my head in despair for him. What can I do? Why is he always down in luck! It happened once middle of this year he had a huge pay cut that saved him from losing his job. Now he lost it. Yes.
What do the whole family expect me to do? The only thing that is important is money, they value this far too much. Since a kid, I know nothing as much as close family ties... it was all about money, and now it is still money! I dislike it. I have a phobia of ringing them because they never gave me enough support till this day. Come home, come home, everything out of their mouth is about returning home. Why do they not see it? It's not fun, it's not a playground out here... this is how big the world is! This is about coming out on my own and realizing what I want to do with my life.
My sister is an A**hole, yes and I mean it now. She only wants to push part of the blame to me that she's shouldering everything now just because I left home. I'm not abandoning them, I don't understand how narrow-minded she is, she only sees that she's scared of handling it alone. How about me, have they give me all the assistance I needed out here?? When I was out in London alone, did they bother to call me and check on me? No... But they expect that much from me that I can't give.
I'm fed up about having a sister whom constantly makes me feel bad, feel guilty about home. Her sarcastic remarks and temper has provoked me so much that I can't be bothered to say nice things to her. She called me selfish, I asked her to look carefully whose selfish! I didn't leave home when it was in a bad state, and it happened when I'm here, I'm trying to look into it, but I don't feel encouraged at all - I'm beginning to be frightened about being stuck in Singapore!

Lord, oh Lord... am I borned in the wrong place with the wrong cultures...

Opa und Oma

= grandpa and grandma

It was Flo's grandma's birthday - she's only 75. We went for a little family celebration at the house, an hour away by train. I was nervous about speaking German with them, supposing they wouldn't speak English. Guten Tag! Ahh... the easiest yet most useful one comes in handy. His mum was there, his step-dad, his uncle and the family, not that big but enough to crowd around the table for tea and lecker (yummy) cakes and later on a traditional German dinner. Deer meat and gravy. Pear in cabbage. Red cabbage. Potato (I call it potato rice). Cheese cake. Fruit pie. Almonds icing cake. Cream cake.

Mmmmm... it is difficult to be not speaking the same language because I couldn't understand:( They did try some english though, and I'm glad it was still a good weekend.

Germany - tanzen in dem Schnee!!!

I get drunk with rum balls!

Stone like a frozen chicken out in the chilly weather; cold enough to make snow falls... can I say I love this weather? I don't know. The first sight of white amazed me, waking up one morning, peering out of the window, there they were - all covered in white. It wasn't snowing, it did and I didn't get to see them :( (in the middle of the night)...

It was raining, wind blowing into your face - piercing cold. I was struggling to keep my head in the hood, fighting the way into the shelter when the rain didn't seem like pouring anymore. Floating. Drifting. Oh, its snowing!! I was thrilled, jumping like a little kid, twirling under the snow. It lasted for a minute and it turned water again...

I can cook... woohoo

:)

Stupid things

A random ICQ user was asking for my authorization, 'she' said she's Santa Clause and posted me a link! Hoax, must be some porn or spam or virus... I told her I'm Santa's mum!

Leaving London was as easy as I expected, maybe it is the fact that I knew something over the other side is awaiting me! The only trouble about leaving London is the unpredictable future if I'll be back (in London), I'm sure I want to come back to UK to sightsee. So there, I had to settle everything from moving out of my room, ending of my job to bank account and tax refund. I was stressed out for the last week. But it all soon disappeared the time I arrived in Heathrow...

To be frank, I haven't had time to get upset about leaving London. Probably only the hour I was preparing to leave the house, I missed living alone, missed sightseeing in London, missed the friends there... and my housemates. Once I was out of the door, it was all about how I was going to DRAG 2 backpacks and 1 luggage to the tube station. One bus, one tube... there I was in terminal 1. Believe me, its damned heavy!!!

I got a newspaper at the airport and was reading till the gate is closing... I always ended up so late for boarding! And then I was counting the good things in London - getting free CDs with newspaper. Can they do this in Singapore, please.. ;)

In the small BMI plane (no, its not budget, but its one of the cheaper ones), everyone flying to Hannover seem to be German. I heard them speaking but I couldn't understand except for a word "Lecker" which rabbit has always been using. I was getting giggly again. I was like an alien (newly arrived into this world), even the custom officer was new to my Singapore passport!

Hannover airport was really small, just one arrival hall, barely 5metres wide... so I saw him there. It felt like heaven, I AM HERE!! I thought he shrank, or maybe too many stocky men I encountered in London. I had a new rabbit (called Felix), a rose and best of all someone to fetch me :) Aaaaaa...

Giggly

I should have posted this long ago... before I even came to Germany, yah, I'm bit lazy to complete it, no inspiration.. hehe... and no internet for past few busy days in London!

I find myself chuckling very often in scenarios like these:

1. Hearing someone in London speaking in Singlish (not the ang moh); it happened once in the office at lunch, at my table. This Asian chap was speaking to his ang moh mate in bit and pieces of Singlish phrases, I just couldn't help it.

2. I see something with a Playboy or rabbit logo; I nearly wanted to invest £10 just for a striking pink nice print undies (yes, real playboy!!). It reminds me of rabbit! Then again, how often can you show off the nice playboy.

3. Cooking my dinner at 1630, then realizing that the sky is dark but the night isn't here yet. But then again, that was my lunch as well!

4. Buying a weekly bus pass, and cheat the driver - I got away with it thrice, imagine! Heh, how?? I bought it with a starting date for the upcoming Thursday but already using it on the Tuesday! Wahaha..

5. Okay, now I really have lost all the inspirations about London, but yes, there was many good laughs about things back there - lovely memories! Shall I move on the Germany now ehh...

0830 in the office

This is very unusual of me...

I came here cold. Cold fingers, cold feet. I had the first motorbike ride in London, in winter (can I call it winter yet?). It's about ten or eleven degrees this week. A fabulous night with the Piercy family (my ex-boss, his wife and their sons), I paid them a home visit finally. After I had my own room for near 2 months and just before I'm leaving for Germany, what a timing eh...

Anyway, it was lovely. The boys remember me, yes they do. Somehow Felix seems to be the easiest to talk to, maybe we are both the middle child, does that say something? James prefer his little independence and having his toys-talk himself. I didn't get to see George as much as he left for his Scouts' activity, but he was a fine little boy. He came home with 3 more badges to be sewn on his sleeve which was already crowded with 12. I can't say I like the british kids I've encountered on the street and buses, but the Piercys' are indeed special somehow. They left me a good deep impression :)

My ex-boss (somehow he's still my boss @ emi) seems much more like a friend since, there was never the formality or the serious talk. Besides discussions about the project at work, I've began to share many things. Our last conversation was about our families, sex education, the difference in our cultures, the boys, my current relationship and things that just crossed your mind really. It felt good, I've never spoken to my dad more - funny. Even with my landlord; I reckon my dad needs a good long conversation once I'm home. It is just weird coming to realize how people so close to you has so little in common to talk about, or do they simply not want to share? I've to say there is this distance between my dad and me (or simply just between his daughters and him), his over-protectiveness and conservative mind has been keeping us off!

I'll certainly miss them when I leave, but I know I'll see them again. And maybe one day when the boys are all grown up, who knows...

And oh yes, the ride was so cool... and very cold!

Big tits stealer

Stupid thing, I absolutely loathe it when blog-city goes down every now and then... it happened on the day American election was to be held. Should I blame America instead? Or Americans who are nastily blogging and ranting about it.

Anyway I was grumbling about my housemate who stole my bolognese sauce. I got a big bottle, and she actually finished half my bottle without my permission! Stealing!! She could have asked, or said afterwards, but NO, how rude can someone get! I was fuming about it, because she should just be polite about it. So I was left middle of the night wondering where my spaghetti sauce has gone to... Now I bought a small bottle, but its not going to stay in that damned fridge anymore.

Mission 3 and 4

Mission 3: Clarified issues with HSBC, credit card account sorted, I'll be able to transfer money from UK to Singapore if required. Wee! However, I intend to keep this account in case I do return and find some work, always useful than having to do one all over again.

Mission 4: Flight to Germany booked! Ah, now I've to inform landlord and company about my leaving.

Missions do not seem to end, I'm having more and more even before I go. Now I'm back at work, and apparently they still give me some minor work to do. Hey, I thought I'm done. So my mission 2 is not completed, is it so?? Arghh... whatever, as long as you've the money to pay me, I'm still here till D-day!

I'm already thinking about how I should get to the airport, I'm giving the budget flights a miss, as it takes too much hassle. It does save you some money, but you spent more time, and even more money (maybe on my excess baggage)... and in the end, it might not be as cheap as you think. So BMI, I'm coming with you. British Midland that is.

British Summer Time

Daylight saving time. Not sure if everyone of you understand this term, especially people living in places with no distinctive seasons. Read more about the British summer time (BST) and daylight saving.

It's the first time I'm experiencing it. My SA (South African) friend warned me the night before as we are supposed to meet the following day where daylight saving is not effective anymore. On 31 October.

I woke up that morning, and was being questioned by everyone in the house about the time. Huuuhh... I'm the foreign one here. Even my landlord is asking me if the time has gone back by 1 hour. The time difference between London and Singapore has increased from 7 to now 8.

It's not difficult to adapt, but the sun shines brightly only from about 9am to about 1pm... then gloomy weather struck. In the earlier afternoon, it is looking gray already. At 5pm, sun sets and by 6pm, its NIGHT TIME! My god, how can I live in winter? I'm beginning to understand why many people suffer from depression during winter. I'm not depressed as yet, somehow this is new to me. I'm beginning to wonder how winter is going to be like having longer nights... Do all the party animals enjoy winter time more since its longer "nightlife"?