90 Days On The Road? Or So It Seems :)

NEW Schengen Visa issued

NEW Schengen Visa issued

Let’s see when I get there… :)

Friends, I just want to share a feel good stuff. This whole of week has been pretty up. As if the heavens are offsetting all the bad stuff that took place in the past weeks.

Lunch time, I collected my passport and visa at the ever helpful, ever considerate French Embassy. Considering, technically speaking, I am a tourist now in the little red dot. Met a few ex-colleagues over lunch. I was dressed well for a supposed work interview with a client (Japanese MNC) arranged by a headhunter whom an ex-colleague has recommended me. Continue reading

Books That Accompanied My Day-To-Day Traveling (My Daily Commute)


I think of life as a good book. The further you get into it, the more it begins to make sense.” –Harold Kushner

I’d like to view life that way. Perhaps everything will make sense as I go further. Few more sleeps and my daily routine will change into no routine at all. Everything will be different. Is it going to be a drastic change? I guess not.

It still has not sink in into my mind that I am leaving very soon and that I will be embarking into a path not known to me. It will be one of those many firsts in my life again. Continue reading


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Maybe it was today.
Maybe yesterday.
Or maybe last week.

LIFE HAS BEEN fiendish. Unpleasant is an understatement. It is beyond cruelty. All the anger and hatred harbored somewhere in the past has flashed back. I wanted to get numb. Not to feel the associated feelings that goes with helplessness, hurtful prejudices, unnecessary sufferings that was pricked in me.

WHEN THE EGO power tripping is at work, you can’t expect to live in a just society based on fairness. A community that genuinely cares for the welfare of its people remain a byword. A cocktail talk, full of mockery, pretensions here and there, wearing thick masks to hide its diabolical nature. Everybody is consumed with their matters of consequence.  A lackluster existence characterized by money. Oh God help me if you are for real! I need a MIRACLE!!!

I DON’T WANT things to end this way. I don’t want to leave with bitterness. I don’t want to carry any repugnance in my heart. I wanted to be in the Light. But right now, it’s all D A R K N E S S .

*Sorry for the spam friends. I need to clear the air. So I can breathe. Thank you WordPress. For the SPACE.

Captured Scene: Lovelocks, Milan, Italia

One of those lovely morning walk with the best host in Milan who showed me these love locks on a bridge along the Navigli Grande Canal.

One of those lovely morning walk with a friend I always fond of saying “the best host in Milan” who showed me these love locks on a bridge along the Navigli Grande Canal.

“My point is,
there are a lot of people in the world.
No one ever sees everything the same way you do;
it just doesn’t happen.
So when you find one person who gets a couple of things,
especially if they’re important ones…
you might as well hold on to them.
You know?” -Excerpted from an Unknown Book

A Note on Safety of Personal Belongings  

_Stolen Pouch_ But why? I need to know why.

A (Lost) Stolen Pouch

As I write this I can feel my head going to explode anytime. I am extremely  frustrated since last night up until I lodge a Police Report this morning – reporting about my lost valuable documents (stolen is such a harsh word). In this post, I refer “personal belongings” to important documents that you  usually carry with you on  a daily basis, a legal document/ stuff that gives you the right to live in a particular country while concomitantly allows you to make a living.

A brown color coach pouch that contains my company’s ID, medical card, UOB debt card and working pass (work visa) along with few hundreds Singapore dollars, some Euros and Malaysian ringgits currencies. Plus name cards and a thin tiny prayer booklet from The Feast.

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