Corona

It’s kinda a must, isn’t it? to write our experience during this corona virus 19 pandemic. After all, it’s not every year everyone’s lives get turned upside down sideway backward, eh?

It’s a hard-knock life!

Today, I learned a new song – which is not really a new song. The song is about the life of foster kids. But I’d say this song is for everybody. It does feel like the wind is always howl’n? and surely it is the hard-knock life that we are living in.

Zumba

I have not been in any of Zumba classes since I moved to Europe. So, I was so excited to join today’s 1h free open air zumba class.

Shopping in Milan, Italy

If money could buy happiness, I bet Milan is the best place to go. 😉 ❤

Before I flew to Milan, I followed the unwritten rules to contact all my italian friends to “hand-wave” them that I am going there. Interestingly, both said they had never spent time in Milan to be able to give any recommendation for me. In fact, one of them actually said that I wont like the city, that it’s different than any other city in Italy, so.. and so… Made me even more curious.

Stockholm, Sweden

I had a little girls boot camp last month. It’s for me-the broken hearted, since my uk visa application was rejected. So, rather than crying over the spilled milk, we went to see Stockholm.

Chateau Motel

Me and my friends made an impromptu decision to come to Chateau Motel last weekend. It is at Knabrostræde 3 – 1210 Copenhagen, 10 minutes biking from my flat. We need to pay 100kr to get in before 00.00. It was a quick and easy entrance, just bring your id.

The Price of Feminism

Nope. I am not going to talk about feminism on what the picture represent. Even though I share my soul agreeing with it. This one is about a story of one of my Copenhagen days. 🙂

Yesterday, after a weird job interview at Valby, I went to my danish course in Kødbyen. I blamed on the weird interview that I somehow played my bike’s gear all the way from Enghave to Fisketorvet bound to Kødbyen. Well you see, the road there is quite climbing, 1 degree probably, so I need to see how this “new” bike adapting with its two hands gears. That was when I could not feel that I was pedalling my bike. *shit* I knew this feeling, the chains must have lose. And of course, it was.
I stirred my lose-chained bike to the parking lot. Yes, I could get hold on using bike without proper working chains. Yes, I am that good. And saw what I knew was happening. But what I did not expect was that apparently this new bike has its chain cover. Does not life look so much easier now?

I put my turquoise longchamp bag on the left hand grip and put my Yves Rocher shopping bag on the right. I rolled my long sleeves wool cardigan 3cm and squatted looking like a smarty pants girl knowing stuffs on how to fix a loose chain. I don’t know shit.

Clash of Culture

Few days ago, my Facebook timeline was flooded with a post shared from local.dk issuing the headline of “Expats: Denmark ‘world’s worst’ for making friends“. I was planning to voice something about it but could not find the necessary motivation. Until yesterday, I spoke to a friend and she really hit my motivation button.

I have to say that people are being slightly harsh to the danes. Pointing out someone else’s weakness in broad public, under spotlight, will not help in making friends with the danes.

Denmark was dead last when it comes to the ease of making friends, 64th for being made to feel welcome and 60th for the perceived friendliness of the locals.

Spritually bullied at Christmas season

So today, is the 8th of December 2015. I felt spiritually bullied. In Spain, today is a public holiday because Spain celebrates The Feast of the Immaculate Conception.

It is celebrating the solemn belief in the Immaculate Conception of theBlessed Virgin Mary. It is celebrated on December 8, nine months before the feast of the Nativity of Mary, which is celebrated on September 8. It is one of the most important Marian feasts celebrated in the liturgical calendar of the Roman Catholic Church celebrated worldwide. (source: wiki)

I perfectly understand that people dont share the same belief, but in a group where I am in, people mock, ridicule, and make joke on this day. I felt so.. so sad. Been living in the country where Islam is the majority belief, I have never felt spiritually bullied like today. What did Jesus do to them that they do this to him?

The most hillarious Sunday, ever!

If anyone’s will is to do God’s will, he will know…

 

I have to admit, I just had the most hillarious Sunday ever. The story goes like this…