:: the pope, the molesters, beggars and homeless ...ah rome memories ::

I've been back to Holland since last Monday (after the delayed flight from Rome due to some strikes by the airport ground staff)...and had been busy catching up with my housework, work, emails, meetings, and I didn't even have any time to cook at all.
There was so many things to write and share about my Rome trip, but ever since I've been reading the power of NOW!...i don't feel its useless really to talk about the past or even to think about the future. But for my sake when I'm older, I will try to put up some photos and memories about the whole trip. But I think the real reason is that I don't like the way I look in the photos - especially with my terrible hair. It was so bad that once I reached home, I went and cut my hair by myself..and look like a butch lesbian square-top hairdo.


On a social level, it's also been busy....4 appointments this week...lots of drinks, food and entertainment...and fun! :)











The wedding, especially, was very special. It was so special that they even have a letter from the Pope to wish them much happiness and success in their marriage life. And did i tell you that I saw the Pope twice while I was in Rome? And that I was also molested twice by lecherous Italian men in the crowded buses too?

Italians do it better...dont' they ;-)

:: stranded in dutch winters ::

so,......
i couldn't get any confirmed flights until thursday.
and i couldn't
get away from the office next week.
which only means that i will only be flying back home to singapore on valentine's day, only 1 weekend!
but still it will be better than nothing, and at this rate, i can keep my quarterly tickets and let it for someone else to use instead.....
any takers? ;-)

x

:: back in SG ::

after quite an eventful S323 flight from amsterdam to singapore.i am finally home.

two dramas:

1) an intoxicated passenger causing troubles in the plane, which required some assistance from me (to hold him down, and ask him in dutch, at the request of the flight steward of course). my reward is just words of thanks and gratitude, that's enough i guess.

2) a neighbour who lived 2 floors above me has jumped from the building. she was successful with her suicide attempt, unfortunately. my reward is that i didn't have to see through the whole ordeal (but my mom did), and by the time i arrived home, everything else is clear except for the police cars and the cleaning of the 'evidence'.

so, welcome back aGentX to Singapore (even though for a short while)

:: my little bruggé weekend ::

i love bruggé, belgium - i do not mind going there again.

From Bruggé, Belgium

From Bruggé, Belgium

being impulsive (as usual), i decided to get that weekend return trip from den haag to bruggé, and i did not regret even considering it earlier

more albums and descriptions are in my photo album here...