Italians.... best of them all

My stay in Milan is coming to an end... I'm still enjoying my resort-holiday-style living in Anson's hotel. Thanks to Syndy, that Anson is now also our friend, so we can enjoy such privileges. It's such a pity I missed the FREE Alegria performance, because we spent that fateful night in Venice. So... no regrets at all!

Let's talk about Milan! Or rather Italy. It is a very "rich" country and I feel so much that these italians are people very proud of their own food, culture and language. Italian is a beautiful language, so much as the italians as well... italian men are good looking - really. The people here are so approachable than anywhere else I have been to. The moment I stepped into this country, I already sense how these people are into their own country!! Something which I really like about them.

Milan itself is just a huge shopping paradise, packed with tourists coming for Cartier, LV, Prada, D&G, Armani... You name it all, it's all down the streets. I am not fascinated about the branded as much as my friends are... not even window shopping, because I wonder if I will have that luxury life to carry a few of these brands in my hand!! However, the visit to Duomo and the famous Opera house, Theatre Alla Scala, was interesting... I didn't go for the well-known "Last Supper" though. Instead I found an antique market that is held every last Sunday of the month, it was good atmosphere and really showed me the non-tourist place of Milan! I like it!

I followed the locals queueing for an italian speciality, later on one guy (some acquaintances) told me it's called "Florence meat". My friends were in Florence while I was alone eating Florence meat in Milan - how irony! Anyway I didn't join them due to my limited time left in the country, was a pity but it wasn't bad to spend time alone, I kind of miss walking about on my own.

Next, I shall introduce you to Venice! It is the most romantic place in the world, someone said so. It didn't strike me hard till I arrived there. Venice is a city surrounded by water, how magnificent can it be... One has to travel by what they called the boat taxi, transport isn't the cheapest thing. But you really got to pay a price to visit Venice, and it will forever remain in your memory. My friends were all saying it was simply too unbelievable - like a dream.

We were there 2 days 1 night, a little short but enough to make us yearning to be back again! It was a shame as all hotels were fully booked, else we would be there for 3 days!! It was the perfect timing, when the Mask Carnival was going on (it still is, till coming Tuesday!!)... We witnessed the mask parade, snapped too many pictures, to be honest we can never finish shooting... just too many. Not forgetting, we got our own masks as well!! The architecture in Venice, I call them elegant. At night, you see those buildings lighting up by the water... oooooohhhh.... ;)

We went to infamous Basilica and the clock tower, both are great. Up the tower, you get such a paranomic view of everything, the only shortcoming is that it was freezing up there!! We also found a good Pizza restaurant, made a chinese friend whom lunched with us. San Marco is where everything is happening, but believe me, venture into the less touristy places, you get much more, like Rialto, Campo S. Polo and Campo S. Margherita...


It was a short trip but definitely worth so much more in my heart ;) A hug from an italian man, an awesome time in Venice, a good time with my friends, a lovely stay in the hotel, a wicked time tasting some italian food, need I say more...??

Love can't buy happiness

What else can??

How to forget...

I am learning... teach me how to forget someone totally. Or at least not feel a thing anymore. Please...

The world is a better place for you and for me

I was very very sad yesterday... not because of my heartbreak but because I watched a documentary on TV about children with Progeria. I don't know why it has affected me so much, again, women always have regular mood swings. Perhaps it just had a bit more effect on me.

The show was depicting a doctor helping to investigate the cause or background of this illness in this particular Indian family. It is unbelievable, 5 children in this family were affected by Progeria - a disease which made them age very rapidly physically. It was said to affect 1 in perhaps 4 million?? But imagine why is this family so unfortunate... Putting an example that I am already 24, they would be physically in a body of a 80 years old... or perhaps a lot of them have not even lived this long.

As the children with Progeria were being interviewed, I felt they are so much more positive than a lot of people. They have accepted the way they look, their short life span and in fact they have lot more courage than many people in this world. They still want to learn, still want to go out like normal people. Looking at these siblings interacting, you can't help but really hope there is a miracle for them...

USA seems to have found a cure to treat Progeria which might be tested out in the coming years. But for these children with their special type of Progeria which seems to be hereditary, there is only time. A life of quality afterall is much better than a long life span, isn't it!

Where's my beehive to hide?

People have been swarming into my life recently... quite a number that sometimes I wonder - what the hell is going on now!! It is a little heavy and scary, but I think it is starting to ease off... little by little.

Coming back to London is such a strange feeling! The first sight of London made me missed Germany. I still do prefer the road structure back in Europe, getting into Central London is such a nightmare. The next happiest thing is I get to speak and hear ENGLISH everywhere again. I felt like I am somehow handicapped in Germany even though I did learn the language, it wasn't enough to make proper conversation. I do miss the British accent and the people I have met over here...

I am just going to take it slow and easy...

Red red sky

I don't feel sad but I feel like crying tonight. Let the tears flow... Have you ever felt like this when you don't feel anything anymore and you still get all teary. Just like the weather the night before... it was all cloudy, I was searching for the usual moon I always watch before I sleep... and suddenly it made me realised a lot of things... the weather tonight is exactly the same... the moon is not there... and I just want to cry :)))

"Oh man eh"

A man whom can keep no promise is just another jerk... I have had enough encounters of men whom can tell you lot of shits but did otherwise. Today I just realize he is no difference to the lot. Maybe he has some language difficulties that I will sympathize... or he has a superb bad memory and he admits it, I will forgive... but no, he refused to admit he has said something earlier! I wish I had recorded every word he said, this is not the first time... *I need a pat on my shoulder* Although there are times he did exactly what he said... but men, if you do not want to do something, don't promise, not even say it, ok! Don't pretend not to remember it later. I have a good memory, you can test on this one! A simple promise he can't keep, don't even think of a bigger one. It is sad, but I know my tears and my love for a man like this is going down the drain. What a perfect ending to leave this place...

How about you, are you happy?

A chinese friend (I befriended in Germany) wrote me this in the farewell email and I'd like to share...

回家其实也很好，希望你可以天天开心，人生也就那么短短几十年，一定要让自己快乐，想做什么就做些什么，过去的事情都是美好的回忆。

"Going home is also good, I wish you're always happy, life is short, we should do what we like to be happy, the history will always be a beautiful memory." -- Translated by me

He is a year younger I suppose, but his words are full of such optimism that I seldom see in most people. I think I have met many interesting people in these near 2 years, whom have influenced me in a way or two - even the slightest way. I know I will be a much happier person from now on!!

The end is here

Tell me how should I feel during the last night here... the last 24 hours... I can't seem to feel it, even though the night before I could feel the wetness trickling down the side of my face... I am scared... But it is not showing. I am going to be excited but it is not coming. Today it snows and I know it is probably my last time watching it fall in Germany till... forever... The music I listen... are reflecting a lot of how I feel. The time spent on packing is coming to an end... and soon I will be in London. Not along after, I will be home... I am confused how I should even feel. Hour by hour... minute by minute... second by second, I try not to think about it. But I know it is coming. It is... sooner than I thought, faster than I expected, quicker than I could even dream. I wonder how I will feel... I wonder if I will cry... I wonder if I know what loneliness is... I wonder if the heart is still calling.

My hopes...

of a someone who will also appreciate these with me;)

1. Jet Li's Kungfu movies --- his latest Film "Fearless", OMG, I want to watch!!
2. Jay Chou's Rap music --- and his Hokkien Rap!
3. Stephen Chow's Funny comedies --- not all his films are good but they are hilarious!
4. Films like "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" --- 卧虎藏龙
5. Lion dance competition --- nearly forgot this one, but hey it's like watching soccer for you men!
6. Eat rice, rice and more rice

不论天涯海角，我会找到你。

Yah lah! yah lah!

Just watched a Swedish Comedy Film last night, named Jalla! Jalla! It's revolving different cultures (Traditional Lebanese & Swedish), the romance, sex related issue (yes, erection) and of course a lot of hilarious actions. Like all the good Romance comedies, things always work out in the end. How often I wish it happens more in the daily life... I wonder if anyone objects to the idea of a "heart broken" person watching a Romance film...?? I used to think it would make one even more depressed, but instead it often makes me becoming more hopeful. It again makes me believe in the fairytale romance... believe that one day, someone will break out of their own culture to love me like in Jalla! Jalla! ;)

Numbered...

It is scary when you can count in one hand, the number of days you are going to have a major change... e.g. Leaving a country for good, leaving for studies, for work?? Leaving your family, your loved ones, your friends?? Getting out of a shit situation, an abusive relationship or a relationship that's going nowhere?? Leaving a job for something better or even for nothing new lined up?

Oh, not to forget, am I supposed to be feeling scared, excited, sad or something else? I don't know, I always feel this day will come when I have to leave somewhere for good. Probably for now. The very fact that I am leaving a country, a man whom I loved and a relationship that didn't prove to be mutually satisfying, is sufficient enough to make me feel messed up or more commonly depressed. Somewhat I am feeling indifferent. For once, I felt that the end of something is always a start of something better... yes, that is a very positive outlook I should continue to stick with:)))

With my next destination, London, there is a lot to offer or a lot that I can already imagine doing. So, I won't be bored!! Some friends will be enjoying the rest of my "holiday" with me, another Europe trip to Milan, and then some days before finally stepping down onto Singapore soil. How weird will that feeling be when you finally know that ,"Oh I am back and I am going to stay... at least for a bit."