Category Archives: Munich

München

Oktoberfest!

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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

Excuse Me, Do You Speak English?”

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

Then & Now

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

Friends, They Come A-visitin’…

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

World Cup is Over!

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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

Mingxia & Thomas’s Wedding, Munich

Mingxia’s Getting Married!

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