Not the world's tallest but in Asia - as they got beaten by Dubai

It's called Tokyo Sky Tree.

From this photo, you'd probably be able to see my parents' home....I am not joking.
In Tokyo, it's been a on-going project until the spring 2012.
They are building a tallest tower in Asia just behind my parents house, or rather where I spent most of my childhood.

We'd certainly get scared next time we go home- total shock!

Beautiful mystery dinner

I didn't know I had some big fans! Look all these memorabia!!!

Was really a fantastic night - a surprise party by my friends - the theme was "Japanese host club". It's a special bar that young good looking men in trendy suits serving drinks to female customers in a bar. Apparently, there's usually some entertainments (mostly drinking competition, singing, magic etc).

It's another part of Japanese modern cultures.

Well, I was treated like a princess that night - the whole night was just like a dream. - yes, indeed, I was rather merry - not overly drunk though. It was just simply a fun night that I will never forget because....

I went home with the roomslippers!!!! I shut the door behind without changing my own shoes. - the guy there was already asleep.

Bravo guys and thank you for making the day so special.

You guys are fantastic! You lot are indeed a bunch of creative people.

Mystery dinner....

It's Friday (yes!) and a bit more than a week left until my last day at work.
This evening, one of my collegues is taking me out for a mystery dinner...

She (yes, i'm loyal to my hubby) told me to dress up and she'd organise a chauffeur to go to the venue, so we can drink and have a good time! So kind.

Am a bit nervous but very exciting. Am sure it's going to a lovey and fun evening.

Will write you more about it later on....

Lonely Patrick

When I first saw Patrick, it was the day of his 60th birthday party and the day that I moved in to my flat. He's my next door neighbour.

I saw him at his door, when I came back from a local pub, feeling a bit tipsy and happy with my new flat. I asked the old man: "Are you the birthday king? Hello I've just moved in to your next door. Can I give you a kiss to wish you a happy birthday?" and he said hesitatenly "yes" so I gave him a kiss on his cheek congratulating his birthday. He went very blushed.

Since then, he's always been very kind and looked after my bushy garden, taking care with delivery while I was away, he's like a gardien but he also became a bit of a bother from time to time - like checking upon me...Usually he's always at his door steps, drinking beers and smoking. In the summer time, he gets tanned after the hours of gardening.

He had to stop working.... unfortunate injury on his knee, he tripped himself outside my flat (apparently), he'd been on clutches for many months. I was on clutches around the same time as him, and we used to chat over the tea. Obviously, he seems very sad when I recovered and back to work, while he's still had to stay on clutches. And it went on until the day I left the village.

It was sad for me to let go my flat as well as leaving the lovely village behind for a new place in France. The night before my departure, he helped me checking with my car, it was very cold November night, nearly mid night, as I had to put some special stickers to adjust the headlights to French ones. I still managed to keep those stickers on my car though.

Before dawn, I parted to Dover, he was there outside the doorsteps.... (don't know whether he ever sleeps?) Bless him, he greeted at my departure.

When my hubby told me that he saw a brief image of an old man on the google map street view, it brought a smile on my face - I can't have a chit chat with him any more but I know that he's well.

Daniella or Roomba

I am probably not so tidy person.. Yes, I do make a mess at home, particularly when my hubby's away. Perhaps he's more tidier and clean the mess as he makes whereas I'd be more tempted to leave it (or pile it) until I must.

Clearning is the last thing I want to do... and if someone can do it, I'd be quite happy to let them do it.

Daniella was my cleaner. When I was earning enough to afford a cleaner, she comes once a week clearning and ironing for two hours. When I had a broken anckle, that's when I started to call her and since then I got myself totally spoilt.

She's a foreigner,like me, came from Eastern Europe - in some ways, we shared common views of living in a foreing country. We used to talk about love life, she used to say, being in a relationship is more hustled than being single. When I told her about my new love and eventually getting married, she's so pleased with me but also make sure I am happy with my own decision.

The point is, when I think about cleaning, I think of her darely, as being professional, hats off, she's done perfectly. I can't clean the house in the way, she's done.

Then, my hubby mentioned about this clever tool a while ago: THE Roomba
It's an intelligent robot doing the hoovering detecting and avoiding obstacles. That's a great stuff. The another model's even doing the wet mopping.

As Daniella told me she didn't like France and French language, I can't remember why, so I don't think I can bring her over here but I can still carry on dreaming of owning this machine to do the job I am not good at.

Only if this stuff could do ironing and go grocery shopping..