Surreal is ... Ski-ing on High Moutains @ Les Menuires, France

Yes I have been on the Ski Mountain and how can I not blog about it? I realise I have not really say anything about the Ski experience I have which to me is one of a lifetime kinda experience. I will never imagine myself on the moutains sking if its not for Jos. So yes it is a surreal experience. One that I will never forget for the rest of my life. Although Jos has promised a ski trip yearly but this experience seems like a dream come true and to think that I am going to have a dream come true every year... that is unbelieveable! haha... but yes I am looking forward to our next trip. This is the 5th year Jos has been on the Ski and It's my first, I hope by the 5th year I will be able to go on the Red Slopes! For now... I am happy to be on the green and maybe sometimes on the Blue.... still challenging for me!


Now back to where we stayed on the cold moutains. Jos' parents booked a Chalet that is privately owned by a Dutchman at the price of approximately EUR2500 for 6 days. We started our 10hrs drive from Jos' parents home @ Wijngarden (another beautiful place, which I should blog about in my next post!) at about 8am in the morning. The journey was pleasantly enjoyable not just because I am in the car with my love, the scenery along the way was way too beautiful and scenic. Love every bit of the ride on the highway. The only part that gets us frustrated was when we were stuck in a traffic jam somewhere at the bottom of the alps. Along the frustrating jam... I snap a few nice pics of France but its not with me now... so till next time! :)


We reached the Chalet at approximately 730pm and I awe in disbelieve when I enter the chalet. I will now let the pictures speaks its thousand words.. check it out now:

The Rooms! There were about 7 bedrooms in total and there was only 8 of us. So we have a few rooms spare. And on top of that.... we have a suana room and a bath tub attached to one of the room. The room is not a big one but it surely is cosy and nice especially with the wood finish, it gives me an authentic feel! Aren't you already feeling the authentic smell?? Oh and there was also a fireplace which I did not take a picture of! crap! =)

Jos' mum looking out from the chalet!

The next day... its time to get all our ski and ski boots rented and also check out the map of the alps. But before that.... breakfast!

Caught Jan Yawning! I love him.. he is truely a great guy!

The Map of the Moutains

Martin in Black and White strips ski jacket.. he is Jos' cousin and we took 2 ski lessons together! He is a super great guy. He learn really fast as he was alot more daring than I am... so by the 2nd lesson, he was already out on the blue slopes with the rest while me still trying out some simple blue slopes with Jos. Poor Jos has to take these unchallenging slopes with me and good thing he isnt complaining. Love him much!

Hilde & Me! X

From Left: Jan (Jos' Stepdad) Hilde (Jos' Sister) & Joris (Jos' Friend)

View from High Mountains!~

Me! Newbie on the Ski... can you tell?

Me & me Love on the Chair Lift! xxx

Beauty!

So what more can I say? Its the best experience of my life! <3

First Pizza Making Experience

Now I am not talking about buying ready made dough from the grocery store or ready made pizza and warm them up in the oven. According to Grandmaster J....That's not cooking! So this will be the 2nd time we cooked together and this time we are baking a Pizza! Sounds like a big chore to a complete idiot to cooking or baking. But cooking with Grandmaster J actually seems easy all the time! I will skip the details in words since a picture already paints a thousand words... no? haha... I am just a super lazy blogger! Here we go:-

First : The dough mix!

Second: Knead with both hands and spread on baking pan.

Nicely done? No?

Third:- Spread Pizza sauce on top of dough!

Those hairy arms are obviously not mine! I am just good at photo taking! haa

Tada!.. Ready for the Heat baybeee!!

Finally.... after 20mins! Freshly bake pizza on my plate! yum!

Ok... I'll rate it 5/10

(Remember this is the 1st attempt for both of us!) -)

P.S. Love cooking session with you! Fun! X

Learning to live like an Expat in the Netherlands

Me and Dordrecht Town

I have 5 more days here in Dortrecht and hate the feel of the clock ticking and in no time I'll be back in boring Singapore working! damn! Irony of life... when having a good time, you wish the clock stop... when you having hell, you just wanna yell... "damn, wish its over sooner!"

I woke up this morning by the warm kiss from my love and was also served with a cup of tea! This is Life ! Don't you think? haha.. but didn't last, Jos had to rush for work and me all alone once again with Muggy the cat! That is still life... cos then I can now do whatever I want with the house! First thing First, I decide to make myself a traditional Dutch Breakfast.. and I will for the next 5 days... I remember Jos make a egg sandwich for me and claimed its typical dutch.. I would think its more typical Jos, because he simply love eggs.. so this is what he made:

Typical Jos Breakfast

This morning I thought... typical Jos or typical Dutch breakfast today? And I decide to make myself a typical dutch! I'd think I need to start getting use to having bread instead of the fried bee hoon I have back in Singapore. Jos had problem when we were on ski mountain last week... cracking his head trying to think what I would like for breakfast that is closest to being Singa on a French Alps! Stress much? Poor guy! haha.. So here is my breakfast today:-

Typical Dutch Breakfast

So how do you think it looks versus the typical Singa Fried Bee Hoon for Breakfast?

Typical Singa Breakfast!

If you ask me... I think the Dutch Breakfast looks healthy and better but taste? Nothing beats Singa Cha Bee Hoon with Chix Wings maybe? haha... I am starting to miss it a little. But will not trade Cha Bee Hoon for life in Holland! =)

Also, last night we cooked! According to Jos its the typical way a Dutch cooks an Indonesian simple dinner, so here are the pictures:

Singa Cai Dou with Spicy Sauce!

This is what Singa call... boring chicken without sauce! Haha

So that is all about the food I have in Holland. I am surprise I am actually so adaptable... power of love? Maybe.....

Will be heading town later and will have more pictures of Dordrecht! Love much!

P.S. Sharing our lives together... this is Life <3

Greetings from Dortrecht, Netherlands

Sometimes I wish I am like those professional blogger that blog daily about their daily life in detail! But when I sit down, open up my lappy and log into blogspot..... I totally fogot what I really wanna blog about.

My life isnt boring. I am enjoying every bit of my 2 weeks holiday with the love of my life but I just didnt remember one thing I must blog about. Maybe the real bloggers are one that go into detail of every single thing they see each day and even criticise or comment with lotsa thoughts about the things, buildings, experiences and even people they come across each day. Thats just not me... or I should say, I don't keep things in me for long, good or bad... I let it pass and I move on to experience new things. And when I had a bit of time and start to re-collect, I realise it isnt important at all to blog about. lol... attitude i have but so be it.

Today, Jos is back to work and me... alone in the house with Mug the cat (now sleeping right next to me, haha) I have no complains being alone at home, well at least I have a home to be at! So, I am glad and quite happy to do his laundry and clean the house. Had sandwich for breakfast and I should walk out to grab a burger for lunch soon....

Its Spring time in Holland, beautiful weather @ 13 degree in the day time. I've learn to do what typical dutch does.... ride on the bicycle with Jos yesterday to town. Despite the boots and leather jacket I have on, I still feel the chill wind on my face but the experience was one really romantic one. I also just learn to run and jump on to the seat behind the bike. Its not that difficulat love! =)

SO yes... Life in the Netherlands is great! I love it here not just because I don't have to work. I can actually imagine my life here. Ski holiday every year is also an ideal life to be! haha.. check out my picture on the ski -

This white ski jacket is a gift from Jos for my birthday, its white with purple hood. Love the colour combination and it comes in really handy for my trip. I saw also on the button it says "First Love, Last Love" Doesnt this phrase means so much? Jos doesnt know that the button has this engrave on but when I sees it, it reflects on my relationship with him. To me, it could really means first love, last love.

Gotta run for my burger before I die of hunger... ending this post with Muggy the Sleepyhead! X

P.S. Thanks for the planned ski trip! Love ya! X

Greetings from Les Manuires, France

Hey people! Finally I find time to do a little blogging from my blackberry.
Please bear with the typo error.. Bad paragraphing, lousy spacing and also
Lousy post.

This is already my 3rd day in the alps! The scenic view from high moutains
Hasn't stop enchanting me. Each time I go up the top.. I would go "wow!" But
Next I would fear ski-ing down with my most lousy skill even with already
The 2nd lesson.

I love everything here except the cultural differences and the language
Barriers. Noone's fault.. Its just coz I'm a Singaporean that don't speak
Dutch and happen to fall in love with a Dutchman. Its quite unbearable facing
All these differences.. Sometimes I wonder why am I in for? Although Jos and his family been really nice to me, I feel like a heavy burden on them. I prefer not to impose or being a burden. So today I decide to lie in bed and stay in the chalet alone. I'll read a book, blog abit and do some real nua stuff. BRB!

Preparing for my 1st Ski Trip!

Its's been a rough week for me. Totally draining, both mentally and physically. I am so glad the weekend is here and I can now unwind and do some soul searching! heh!

Finished off work late today and by the time I sat down to recap the day, I realise I have not really thought about my upcoming Ski trip which is exactly a week from now!! Honestly? I am now a panicky duckling that appears calm on the outside but struggling real badly on the inside. What do I do? I have nothing but a Ski Pant! Although Jos had took an extra day off to take me shopping before the trip, I still feel somewhat insecure of being so unprepare of a trip I've been longing for since Sep last year. I do not want to screw my holiday! It has to be well prepared and loads of fun.

So here I googled and listed down the Top 14 Things I need to bring for my Ski Trip:

1. Hat - to keep my head and ears warm - Unchecked!

2. Goggles/Sunglass – Skiing without goggles is really painful, so don’t forget them! (Grandmaster J says I might get snow blindness if I don't have sunglass!) - Unchecked!

3. Gloves – Unchecked~!

4. Jacket – Checked

5. Ski Pants – Checked

6. Long underwear (non-cotton fabrics) – Long underwear rocks! Long underwear helps you to stay dry. (WTF is long underwear?)

7. Sweater/Fleece – Long underwear is not aleays enough so you also need a sweater or a fleece. (Freaking troublesome?)

8. Socks – Make sure you have good sport socks because wet socks can cause your feet damage. - Checked

9. Backpack – Every now and then there will be a situation in which you’ll need a backpack - OK Checked

10. Ski bag – Some day you might want to carry nice little stuff with you so remember to take your ski bag. - I don't need that?

11. Sunscreen – I have burned my face so many times that all I can do is recommend you to take sunscreen with you. - Noted!

12. Lip balm – The same with lips. They can get burned. - Checked

13. Beeper – A beeper is a tracking system in case you get buried in an avalanche. (What the???!?!?!)

15. You – Make sure you remember to take yourself with you (Sure!) =)

See the amount of unchecked and remarks? I am so not ready.... I am gonna print this list up and march into the shopping centre tomorrow. I've also googled the best place to shop for winter stuff in Singapore is in Plaza Singapura which is just next to where my dinner appointment will be tomorrow! Cool... this all now make more sense. I will be ready by next week I am sure! =)

Now I am happy again..... cant wait to see grandmaster J! heh!

P.S. Life would indeed be simpler without expectation... xoxo

Time to hide in the closet

ITS TIME I HIDE IN MY CLOSET!

SHUT THE FUCK UP AND REJUVENATE...

That might be the only time I will not be JUDGE!

The only time I get PEACE from within...

I know I am not perfect... no one is.

I do not need announcement about my imperfections.

Back to my closet now.... good night~

I am so not.... a Sarong Party Girl...

There was this discussion between Chris, Sammie and Me about me and Chris being a Sarong Party Girl the well known SPG if a Singaporean happen to date a white man. Chris is dating Ryan who is an Australian and Me dating a Dutchie. So Chris insist we both are Sarong Party Girl and Sammie agreed. I beg to differ and I deny being one because I am not one that only going for White Man and not local guys. Note the word "ONLY", SPG are girls that only goes for white guys, local guys does not appeal to them and also SPG are commonly one that goes with a local guy because of their wealth; supposingly rich? That's totally not me.. I love our local guys, but I just happen to not meet anyone local that can steal my heart up to date. To me, guys are just guys, there are some guys that are specifically more romantic than another, there are also some that does not express themselve much, whether or not they are white or local asian guy. The only different is the culture and with that being an asian woman, I'm still struggling to learn to live with the cultural difference. Its not the best part of a relationship but its just something that I have to live with since I choose to be with one.

I hate to be addressed as a SPG because it just didn't sound right. I hate it when I get stares from local man and woman alike when Jos and me expressed passion openly. Not just because of the passion, more because he is white and I'm local singaporean girl. So? really whatis wrong with dating a white?

I was briefly explaining to Jos about SPG and now he cannot stop calling me SPG which I hated and really regret even explaining the term SPG. To make him understand the term SPG, I search on the world wide web on my iphone and we read them together. Read on... this is what I found:

The SPG is typically an attractive Asian girl who spots waist length jet black hair on her petite body, and maintains her brown skin by sun tanning on the beach during the weekends. In a nutshell, she is the complete opposite of a Caucasian woman. She despises local men, and will only go out with you if you are white, rich and well, just white. Many young and beautiful Asian girls have been spotted at pubs canoodling with white men. Never mind that the men are fat, balding, and openly leering. To put it simply, if you are white, you get lucky. SPG are generally gold-digger waiting to be laid by white man and be married to europe or american.

And honestly, not trying to defend myself, I'm none of the above. Agree? My man is not rich.... and no I'm so not going to Europe, he is coming to Singapore! LOL! Seriously, all my life I've dated local guys and not that I've not met any white, I have! Just didn't meet the right white for me to go gaga over. So really, I cannot agree I am a SPG. But if you have to insist then so be it.

Now read on....

The modern day sarong party girl however, has discarded that old image and gone through a revamp greater than our legendary Singapore River . She has a career, can sometimes be a fanatic of skin whitening products and definitely does not go after white men just for the money. You are more likely to find her in Balaclava than Orchard Towers , and she certainly owns a more creative wardrobe of varied colours. Everyone knows that the skimpy all black outfit is so last year. However, the one thing that will never change is the white men that accessorizes this new generation of sarong party girls.

A lot of local men get bitter when they see the local women dating white men, because they feel threatened and assume that the women just see them as inferior to their Caucasian counterparts. In the popular local forum OhGenki, much has been expressed about such relations. When speaking on the topic, the responses from the women and men show opposite ends of the scale, with the females showing nonchalance and the males expressing disgust and irritation. The following excerpt is taken from the forum.

Not all foreigners here are rich, well travelled...etc.
I am not into bashing them, but here are some facts and you would be surprised:

the rich ones are normally the CEOs. board of directors...etc these are usually out of touch to you and normally they are in the late 50s and above. And you mean they are cute?
most middle level or ground level foreigners (which possibly are the ones that you may come in touch with) are normally the rejects of their own countries - they could not find a decent job or are being politically oustracised at their own backyard before being posted overseas - they have no choice.
given the choice they would not want to travel their pay is not high as many of you would have imagined, many are drawing local terms now

How do I know? Go figure out. Heh!
So, before you made that plunge do your research first...

Ending my post with a Sarong Party Girl with her Ang Moh!!! Cheers!



P.S. Life isnt fair... get use to it! xoxo