Sigh, I failed to blog about something really important and devastating that happened to me....

I LOST MY GUCCI WALLET UPON RETURNING FROM COLOGNE.

Yup, my darling wallet survived through a foreign land, through numerous purchases, through museum trips and all.

But I came back to Singapore, went for dinner with Fadz at the Changi Airport Terminal 3 Foodcourt, set my wallet on the chair next to me, and left without it. Just left.

I was so tired that I slept all the way home in the taxi. When I wanted to pay, that's when I realised that my wallet was GONE.

Frantic calls to Changi Airport and the foodcourt ensued. But to no avail.

Sigh, I guess I'd buy a Burberry wallet in Japan.

Fadz offered to buy me a wallet, something nice from Elle or Pierre Cardin.

Oh darling, don't you know once you go luxury, there's no turning back?

Well, my little escapade in Cologne has come to an end.

And you know what? I AM ready to come home. The charm of roaming the streets alone wore thin after awhile. Having people not understand me, either because they don't speak English or can't understand my accent, did mar the experience a little. Some call it an adventure, I call it an inconvenience.

At least when I went to Paris with the girls, I understood a little bit of French. But you know what? Europeans really are quite helpful. I had random people coming up to me to ask if I needed help, especially when I was staring at my map and looking like a hopelessly lost person.

And today marks one year since Fadz and I got back together! Sad that I'm not there with him... but we've agreed to celebrate when I touch down tomorrow, cos 11/11 mah, more cool. Haha!

But I wonder... what would have happened if we didn't get back together? Sure, the 2 months apart hurt like hell, but I'm sure I'd have survived it and moved on. Don't we all?

And would my German experience have been any different if I was single? Would I have flirted a little more, tried my feminine wiles a little harder, been as charming as possible, had a quickie romance on the fly?

Oh well, I can only speculate. But I fly home now with the knowledge that my Fadz is waiting for me at the airport, ready to welcome me with open arms. Knowing that there's someone waiting and looking forward to seeing me... that feels pretty good too.

I used to wonder if I still "have it", if I still desirable to the opposite sex if I was to trawl the singles market again. I used to think that being in a relationship for so long made me dowdy, predictable and unattractive. I'm glad to report that feeling is gone. And I'm DEFINITELY glad that I'm still desirable to some men. I'd leave it at that.

Haha, dunno who's reading this blog mah! But I didn't do anything inappropriate in Cologne, lah! At least nothing outrageously inappropriate. Teehehehehe...

Yay, coming home!

Whoever's reading this and cares, lets meet up soon!

wow, there's nothing to do in Cologne on Sunday at all.

All the shops are closed, and only the eating places are opened.

Again, poor planning on my part, the museums were opened but I'd already visited them on Friday and Saturday.

So there I was, carefully saving my money to blow on Sunday, and there's nowhere to spend it!

So I sat by the river, read a book, ate, but there's only so much you can do of that, before it gets boring, you know?

So I took a walk around town, walked for hours, walked through all the side streets, walked through deserted residential areas, but eventually wound up at my hotel.

And the worst thing is, I found out that there's a huge carnival on Tuesday, but I'm leaving tomorrow! It's supposed to be this huge parade where everyone comes out, drinks, party and go a little crazy. But there's just no way for me to extend my stay any longer. I think my boss would fire me!

Sigh, hopefully I get to do a little more shopping tomorrow....

Hello from Germany again!

The conference is officially over, I'm on my own and itching to explore the city!

For the past week, it's been work, work, work, from 7.30am to 11pm almost every night. By the time I reach the hotel, it's dark and I'm exhuasted and there's no way I want to leave and go partying or whatever.

But it's exhilarating and a little bit scary to be all alone in a foreign land. It's like that thrilling first sip of alcohol, or the first time you successfully sneak into a club underage, or watch an RA movie, or many other things that I should not mentioned... but you get the drift.

Travelling on your own is like a clandestine moment to be savoured, but you're also unsure of what to expect.

My second hotel is quite nice, significantly smaller than the first, but a lot nearer to town. My first hotel, for all it's grandeur, was in such an isolated place that I was surrounded by car shops, washing machine and mattress shops! The nearest sign of civilisation was a Mac's 10 minutes away.

I'm just grateful that the official part of the trip is over. It was so tiring maintaining this air of professionalism. And I felt like I was in such a conundrum - on one hand, I still feel like a student and in fact, some of the student envoys were older than me! So, it was a real dilemma whether I should stick to the students or stick to the PR people and other jounalists. But at times, the students just seemed so.... immature and noisy and I was this close to throttling them.

But on the flip side, the PR people were kinda old, and always tired, and sigh... okok, shouldn't complain so much about a free holiday work assignment.

So you know what? I'd just enjoy being alone for a while. Exploring museums for hours on end (and not have to deal with fellow travellers who are bored), shop wherever I want, eat whenever I want...

Haha, I need to buy another bag! The tiny suitcase I brought is bursting at the seams already... :)

So anyway, this was a video I took of my hotel... as you can tell, I REALLY didn't see much aside from my hotel room and the conference...

And this is where I'm staying now...

Alright, going out now... bye bye.. or as Heidi Klum would say... Auf wiedersehen!

Hello from Germany!!!!

I'm using a German keyboard which is quite quite different from the ones at home, so pardon if i have have any typos. in fact i'm going to minimise the use of punctuation.

the weather is pretty cold, but my clothes are holding out well. the singapore contingent is freezing their butts off, so that's quite funny.

the only thing that's irking me is that i look like one of the students! the pr people think i'm a student, the students think i'm a student, and it's so hard to interview people cos they think i'm a student!!!!!

arrggghhhhhhhhhhhhh....

and for some reason, i can't access my email!! i just know it's all piling up, and there's shitloads to do.... but hey, at least i tried right?

the programme is pretty packed, the only time i get to use the internet is a, at a media centre specially set up at the hotel... and the only free time i get is either before breakfast at 7.30am or when we return at night at 10.30pm. i'm so tired i'm about to fall asleep...

yeah, yeah, i know this post is damn boring and pointless... just want to say hi, cannot issit?#

ok, i'm logging off, this keyboard is killing me. I'm a touch typist, and they've switched the 'y' and 'z' buttons... so I keep typing the wrong letter. bleaghhh....