my quaint world

This sight was rather ridiculous but I found it amusing as well. Only in Brussels, right at the doorstep of my office ;)

I've been trying to learn about myself. To discover. To ponder deeper. To reflect.

All in the effort and will to live a free live. To live a life free from perceptions, expectations, cultural or just rules governing the society. (I am not so good in expressing myself in words but I am sure you get what I mean)

I want to live like I want to.

I want to eat what I like, when I like. Instead of depending on where my colleagues would like to go for lunch today.

I want to read under the sun back at the balcony. Instead of worrying what neighbours might say.

I dress in big red as I feel like. Instead of worrying I might be laughed at for looking like a clown.

I dance to the beat like no ones watching me. Instead of worrying that I look like a jumping lunatic.

I want sing to the world. And I will sing it eventhough it may sound bad. (Reaaally bad!!!)

I call a friend when I feel like. Instead of worrying that she might feel like talking to me.

I take an ice cream while walking at the park. Instead of worrying about my extras. (Am strong believer in exercising)

I say sorry I am not up to party tonite cuz I am tired. Instead of draggin my feet there just for the sake of going.

But its certainly not something easy. It is difficult not because others is stopping me but my deepest self. Yes, the inner voice. Sometimes the voice is unsure, sometimes the voice hesitate, sometimes the voice shy away.

It is all about the way of living. And its a life long learning experience.

Don't get me wrong, I am not into criminology nor terrorism :) Nor is it about living a life discarding responsibilities.

I can't wait till I am there! I can imagine the exhilaration of living which is already pulsating in me while I am learning this skill of 'free living'.

Last night, I watched my very first basketball match.

It was qualifying match for Belgium National League, a game between Roya Atomia Brussels vs Spirou Basket Charleroi.

Though, I didn't know either of both the teams, it was very fast that I got all hyped up, excited and screaming my head off. Hehe. Though there was no cute players to feast my eyes on :(


The crazy supporters throwing toilet paper rolls. Even equipped with their own drummers.


Although my stomach got better of me and we left to eat wanton noodles soup after half-time... hehehe, I learnt a lot about basketball this night!!!

I thought I knew about it all already (since I used to play 'bola jaring') but I just found I know nuts! ;)

Its Spring!

It was a beautiful day. Blue blue sky with shiny sun. The temperature was at about 28 degree. So I packed in some food, fruits and drinks into the ice box and we went lazing about by a lake.


Pretty ain't they, these tiny little wild flowers!


Pink flowers, almost 'cheery blossom' lookalike blooming everywhere! I don't know what is the name for these flowers though. There are also white ones which are really really lovely too.


All the trees sprouted new young leaves which has very light greenish colour. This gives the entire landscape a very lively and energised feel.

All these beauty in the world makes me happy!

Psst, though I wouldn't say this hot weather is too normal for Spring time. I do worry for our earth is indeed ill seeing all the odd weather changes around.

Well, if you would have asked me, how has it been lately? I would say, I wish it could have been better. Past weeks has been terrible. And it keeps going etc etc etc.

Perhaps, it is the expectations I started to build on people around me?

I am still pondering about it, why and how do I let this phase pass me by.

It could be due to the fatigue from travelling, or my missing of meds.

I feel very so alone in this world. It is not about loneliness. But I just felt INSIGNIFICANT.

This evening I was sitting in the Waterloo station. A Burger King Whopper in hand. 100 people passing by per min. But I am just invisible. I just watched them. One by one.

A pregnant lady with a beaming face stroking her tummy as she chats her way. A little girl in pink dress, white knee high sock and pink shoes hopping by. A man in suit with a frown, thinking. A girl in filmsy white spagettin boobing away. A man with curly hair watching her boobs. Ladies in groups chatting aloud.

And they just kept passing by. Each in their own lives. Own worlds.

I took the train back to Brussels. I took the taxi back to home. I laid on my bed. Alone.

My phone didnt even beeped for once.

Am I slowly slipping away from this universe?

I'd just wanna share about Chinese New Year which is a rather important celebration for us Chinese people. I just love it. Its so much fun.

The festivities. The mood. The food.

Well, as every year, my mom takes it in her hands to decorate our house. Our new house btw :) Its very typical - the hampers, the mandarin oranges, lots lots of cookies and the stick-plant where if the white cotton-like balls bloom into flowers means good luck will befall the home. And ours bloomed like crazy!


Reunion dinner on the eve. All home cooked by my mom. Yummy-licious!


The lion dance troop. A must to make helluva of noises. Err means to bring prosperity (I think).


The gallant and colourful lions.


Girls in tradional Chinese dresses - Cheong Sam.


Gambling! May you be lucky to win monies.


More gambling. There were too many people in my house that we lost count of how many.


A very happy uncle. Quite drunk actually. Hehe.


More lions gracing households.


The lions' funny companion. I don't know his significance. I think he has something to do with happiness.


Firecrackers. Helluva of noises again. Brings prosperity.


Relatives home visiting each other.


Seeing my lovely god-daughter again!


More relatives from my dad's side.


A must eat dish during the new year. We have to toss the food as high as possible all together using stickies. The higher = more good fortune.


Lunch and catching up with my best mates. Bah Kut Teh (Stewed Pork with Herbs in Claypot) is one of the best delicacies found in my hometown.


After-dinner-making-funny-faces photo taking with my little niece.


My family! All under one roof!

One of the best parts is that if you are not married, all the older and married ones has to give you red packets which contains monies inside. I collected enough to last me that entire week ;)

Psst, I know the picture quality has not been at its best. Sorry!!! Been too busy eating, I forgot to tune my camera properly.

Oooh I miss you so...

After all the festivities and travels, I feel so heavy and lethargic.

So I signed up at the gym. For a year.

At the gym here, there is no nice glass door bathrooms like those we find in Fitness First.

They have a huge bathroom with 10 shower heads. So we all shower together. Big. Small. Fat. Thin. White. Black. Yellow. Hair. Hairless.

And I saw for the first time, the pinkest nipples ever. Rose Pink.

Ok, time for some funnies!

We went to the carnival of Halle (a town in Belgium) on 24 March 2007.

At the main square :


Me as so called 'Poison Ivy' and my cute blond friend visiting from Singapore. The costume was a bit oversize for me and the hair keeps falling over.


The blond nerd 'Ah-Soh'.


The 'super size' cup blond.


Err... evil nun.


Another evil nun.


Some random people I caught on the street. Err, not too sure what she is. Looks like cowgirl + chinese 'keong si'?


A witch!


Look scary but I don know who.


Mmm. Sexy candy girl.


Sponge Bob! For you, mun!


Oops, I forgot to rotate this picture but I think you can get the picture of whats happening ;)


Couldn't remember much the rest of the night (drown by the beers) except that I think I saw Ali G and mistaken him for Borat, so I screamed at him, "WANT SOME SEXY TIME?".

He looked shocked. And all my friends laughed their head off, "Eh, bimbo, that's Ali G la!". Oops.

A view out of my hotel window.

I should call myself a hotel traveller I guess :) Cuz I am only having peeks of the cities thru the windows of my room. Well, we can't see much from this picture except for that spring is FINALLY here (very green!) and the great weather (blue blue sky!!!).

Though arriving in Lisboa has not been the most enthusiastic moments of my life because my luggage didn't appear at the belt. They lost it!

I couldn't believe it at first because these are the kinds of horror stories that you hear from others only. It only happen to other people! So I kept sitting there, waiting, waiting and waiting. And finally as the passengers from the next flights chaotically filled the place, harrowing about the belt, I realised my poor luggage didnt follow me thru my flight.

Sigh. So I had to lodge a report. There's a file open on my poor grey missing luggage.

It still didnt dawn much to me of what the inconviniences it will be causing to me. As I took the taxi from the airport to my meeting place (Yep, I had to rush. Ponytail. Make up free. Pullover. Jeans. I look shit!) I had a mind zap of my favourite things hidding in my luggage somewhere out there. CUE suits. Dermalogica. Bobbi Brown. Black sexy heel. Tiny tote. Brand New Perfume. Krestase. Loccitaine. Chargers. Cable. Story books. Diary. MEDICINE!!! Fav PJ and the list goes on and on :(

All of my favourite things. How can I buy em again?

Sob sob sob.

Nevertheless, I proved that I am a real survival. I went straight to customer meetings then to dinner with customers. And the next day with entire stretch of customer meetings till late evening. Then hopped on to catch the flight out back to Brussels.

I am volatile!

I did all this in just a pullover and jeans. But the worst thing is that is it not the cleanest pullover I had on. I wore it to the bar the other night so I have a smoky scent all over me. Well, i thought there will be time to be at the hotel to freshen up before the appointments.

Man, the constant stress was that... I hope I was not smelling too bad? I was even becoming paranoid by jumpin off my seat everytime the taxi driver wind down his window... err I wonder.

Till Monday, my luggage is still nowhere to be found.

But I think this has come to the ultimatum where I could manage. I had no shampoo at home and had to use the bath gel to wash my hair. Yikes, this pisses me off a great deal as now my already very thin hair is sticking out everywhere. I need a haircut!!!

Can't explain enough to the airline what damages a lost luggage can do to a girl like me :(

I guess, I am still a city girl afterall...