Simple pleasures of life never mind the dreadful, gloomy weather. Still, it wasn’t perfect without my girlfriend around. From 16 to 27 August 2007, this is what I did.
1. Relax at Ramsden Road SW12
A place I consider home.
Ramsden Road, a place I know like the back of my hand.
The McGuires were on their way back [...]
I am probably the coolest older cousin/aunt any kid can ask for, simply because:
Fergs and his friend, Dom, had wanted to get ear piercings and I was more than willing to be their official guardian (you can’t get ear piercings without a guardian if you’re under 16 years old). It was just unfortunate the tattoo [...]
If Brussels was a lady, it is likely I’ll fall head over heels for her. Her silence coos such eloquence gently into your ears, quite unlike the head-throbbing never ending clamor and grunts of New York City. Too nonchalant to dress up like Paris, she doesn’t try to attract you desperately, but you will [...]
We got a bit bored. Say hi to my family.
Hmm, you don’t sound like Alan. I questioned my driver, who had picked me up from the airport. The bloke I have earlier spoke to on the phone had an unmistakeably south eastern accent.
No, I’m not Alan. Alan sent me to get you. My Indian driver replied.
Really? He should’ve said something. What’s your name then? [...]
Hi there,
This is an auto-response message. I will be away from 15 August to 27 August 2007 in both London and Brussels.
No, I will not help you get a bottle of Absolut Vodka.
Depending on my itinerary and family commitments, I may, or may not, be blogging. Good riddance, I guess. Too bad it’s only temporary.
Will [...]
A text message from my aunt’s driver in London earlier, confirming the pick up, made me realize how close I am to my vacation. In three short days, I will be on board a 13-hour direct flight to Heathrow, London. Alone.
This is not the first time I’ve traveled alone. This is not the first time [...]
A second home where her name’s Ling. Where she swallows her Hokkien vulgarities and sings in Queen’s English. Where she awakes to delicious honey-drenched pancakes and smoky Sumatra coffee. Where she sips a glass of white each evening with her family.
Where she may return on August 16.
Studded with infinite number of canals and hash-selling coffeeshops, I can understand why some of the world’s best creative works hail from this quaint city to 2 million (if that little memory department in my brain doesn’t fail), when I paid a visit last summer. Perhaps Rembrandt felt the same, when he chose to produce [...]
Slap on a country’s name upon a signature view of skyscrapers, trees, birds, people and whatnot, and ta-da! A wishyouwerehere postcard worthy of 50 cents and nothing more. Wishyouwerehere postcards are so boring, I decided to create some on my own.
Seriously, the prostitutes are cheaper here.
Seriously, I had pig’s organs for breakfast.
Seriously, tissue papers are [...]
