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Oktoberfest ’01: Munich
Barely a month since landing on German soil and already it’s Oktoberfest. I have made fast friends with the Italians from Milan and the Americans from Chicago, two of whom are called Mike. We call one Blue Mike — not his real name, of course — after the colour of his hair, and …
KL Monorail, Kuala Lumpur: 5 months ago…
“Excuse me, do you speak English?”
Woken from my reverie on why public transport in the capital city was such an abysmal mess, I realised I was being addressed by a couple of tourists. A middle-aged couple, Americans, by their accent, perhaps even New York, though I couldn’t really be …
What is it with memories?
They carry us through good times and not so good times. Are they just thoughts or do they mean something more?
There are days I feel trapped by my memories; the past — it’s not as forgiving as we would like it to be. Is it the painful bits that grab us and …
1. Msiagirl: Pey-O!
Last month, I had the pleasure of meeting my first blogger friend from abroad. Msiagirl has been reading my blog for a good while, and me hers, so it’s fantastic that we finally got to meet when she flew in from the UK. Of course, that meant the cat’s out of the bag …
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And we all know how brilliant Zizou was… Yet, instead of recapitulating that little display of Frenchman Goes Crazy, here’s a snapshot of my pals Hadi and J-Dawg from the last World Cup, when we were celebrating in the street of Leopoldstraße, Munich. Ah, that’s the real Joga Bonito spirit!
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Current Mood: Cheeky.
Current Music: Shakira …
When I was living in Munich four years ago, one of the few really good Asian friends I made was Mingxia. She was from Shanghai but came to Germany for work and study. At that time, she was married to a German and they had a son. I remember her being really proud of her …
