bear hug

He ran to me, gave me a Huge bear hug and said,"From God!" and squeezed me even tighter.

I thought,"gee, serious?" I was in shock, they say God is everywhere and now, I can prove he is not just a myth finally. So I tried to start my first conversation with God,"Hi, nice to meet you finally. I've been..." then, he stepped off me with this funny look he gave me and said, "just joking, Jesus!" he laughed and started to tease me being unbelievably gullible.

It was quite embarrassing indeed. He was right, if that was God giving me some clear sign instead of just watching from above, which that's all he does these days, he would have been busy helping the poor and tsunamis instead of giving me a hug. and if there were God, I would be such a mistake by him being dumb and gullible that I couldn't even understand such simple logic, while they said God never made mistakes, so he was right. and I am just being extremely dumb again, yike.

Berlin pub crawl in copenhagen

This week 4 of my friends asked me to write a book about myself and the traveling. 4 people, what a coincident within a week and I got told quite many times this year as well. Is it that obvious that I should write? or they are just saying irresponsible things that seems fun to say? most people loves compliments but giving some easy ones as well for some reasons, I figured this was one of those. well, I suddenly remember a swiss friend told me not to be so cynical about things, he was right, I should be nice, ha, as always of course. however, isn't it the idea of writing about myself is such a self gratification that an introvert like me (I still believe am an introvert no matter all said otherwise) would be suicidal. in fact those asked me to write, never seen my horrible writing. translating my messy head into words with such an exquisite talent in explaining has been already a tough duty (indeed, can't be worst, am always being misunderstood, however, I won't say it's someone's problem not being able to understand me). Not to mention I have only read a handful of books in my lifetime - guess I can be classified as an illiterate, in the modern world. well, am pretty good with visual though. faces, colors, doors, food, but who doesn't!? This idea suddenly turned into a challenge here. Oh well, since I jogged down some of my thoughts here and there in case I forgot about it, I may try to write a little then, no harm.

Jakob said, "carol, what the hell ya doing? writing about Berlin? isn't that you should be write about Copenhagen when you are in Copenhagen? that's not sensible" I laughed, "yeah, I know, ya right.. a little timing problem here, haha" writing my horrific Berlin pub crawl experience at brunch now at Custom House - an old boat house turned into a posh 2 stories gastro club - at Copenhagen harbor surrounded by stunning dressy people, they are all very beautiful really.

this cup of cafe latte beats those in Italy actually, and this little choco cake.. dear dear dear! I will write after..

Longitude 0° 0' 0"

went to Greenwich with Nance at noon right after I got back from Hamburg. It is where they have the GMT in London and the Meridian Line - an imaginary line which runs from the North Pole to the South Pole.

I was standing at Longitude 0° 0' 0".

everyone there were splitting the legs and having that silly line goes in between, taking photos. It seems to be a grand idea. people tends to do that and it is sort of funny. Nance said "carol, hand me your camera, will take one for you" and I giggled,"no no no, thanks but I can help you to take yours!" Nancy laughed as well. We then walk up to the National Maritime Museum where they show bit of astronomy I guess. well, the main reason that I went in was because it's free entry. cheap butt.

Light years

in the "free entry"- oh yeah, there is free lunch sometimes - there were these introduction of what is a galaxy, milky way, stars, sun etc, things I learnt when I was a kid, and things my dad used to tell me and I felt so amazed and little, you know, when you are a kid, you sometime feel quite big in some silly situations even like having friends whom are just 1 year younger and shorter.

passed by this section - "what is a lightyear?"

I remember one night on a beach in Hong Kong, while you could still see starlights (well, not anymore, the sky is always bright 24 hours now), dad told me "you see those stars, so clear, twinkling, but they are actually years behind us which may not exist anymore." That's impossible I thought, but didn't think dad lied to me, of course then as usual, loving to ask "why" in any circumstances, I asked, "why not?". he answered,"cause the starlights you see now were either from their own combustion, explosion or reflection of light and since it's so so far away in universe from us, it took so long probably billions of years for those lights to travels to us and now, they reach your eyes, since it's so long ago, they may not even exist anymore, we are just seeing their past". I felt damn amazed and a little weired.

Now, standing in front of "A light-year is a unit of distance. It is the distance that light can travel in one year. Light moves at a velocity of about 300,000 kilometers each second. More precisely, one light-year is equal to 9,500,000,000,000 kilometers." I was thinking a star that I am seeing been traveling lightyears to me and not existing anymore but yet, I am watching it now. and vice versa, in billions of lightyears later, some silly living bastards seeing earth - here I am , right here right now but by that time, we had been all disappeared to no where, ha, into stardust probably. how funny an idea it is! and it definitely made me felt very strange again.

10euro of fruit overdose in Hamburg

After a ultra long night of dining, clubbing and drinking with my dirty nose, me, Sonja and friends ended up at the Hamburg Fish Market at 8am. They were restless. chatting away crap (well probably, I just don't quite understand German to be honest) with vendors at fruit stands, coffee stands, fish stands, while my feet hurt like crazy with my cheap heals (pair of grey boots to be exact), in the cold rain, we finally decided to head home. on way back, we passed by this old dude, standing up on top of a container, yelling with an empty basket and mountains of fruit next to him, they decided to get this 10euro of filled up fruit basket. after few exchange of "German" there, we got it with a tray of 20 mango for free as bonus.

That was surely a Himalayas (that's the highest in the world is it? I can't remember it right), oh well, whichever highest mountain on earth that is, sitting on the kitchen table, we were forced to be creative with it.

strawberry,banana, mango smoothie and fruit salad for brunch then apple, grapefruit strawberry smoothie for tea; and pineapple, mango, apple smoothie and strawberry nutella on crackers for my night snack, em, that was yummy. this repeated the next few days. good that human don't get killed by vit. overdose or I should be very worried.