.. one Amazing Couple

... Rianti got back to her hotel around 5am and Marek went to the airport to catch his early morning flight to Lima. She woke up around 2 in the afternoon feeling totally crap - and not just because of the hangover. She actually missed Marek and cried thinking that she would never see him again. Alcohol probably did something to the emotional breakdown but after an hour of banging her head on the wall she jumped out of bed and ran around town trying to find a flight ticket to Lima. No, they said, no flight to Lima today. Tomorrow ok? Noooo!! Marek was leaving for Beijing tomorrow!

Heavy hearted she went to the Internet cafe and wrote him an email. Asking if he doesn't mind dropping by Sydney in 6 months time when he finished his exchange semester in Beijing and then they can start over again.

*Ding* An email coming. From Marek. His flight this morning was cancelled due to the snow (snow? what snow? in Cuzco?) He was sick, had to go to the toilet every few minutes and had checked in a hotel 5 minutes away. He wondered if she doesn't mind coming and help feeling sorry for him. She ran out to his hotel, asking everyone along the way about the snow. Si señorita! Snow! A lot of snow this morning! The first time in Cuzco in 20 years... very beautiful. No more now. Snow melts. No more. But beautiful. First snow in 20 years.

Marek was curling under the blanket feeling ill when Rianti knocked on the door. Glad she came. She even went out to buy some chicken soup for him. After he felt better she suggested they watched Mulan on her laptop. Fine, Marek thought. Had no idea why she suddenly wanted to watch a silly Disney movie. After the movie finished she handed him the print out copy of the email that she wrote him this afternoon.

"So you'll marry me?", he asked.

"Uh-huh, I guess so"


No, this is not a review of Yolli's Korean Princess TV series nor a new best-seller romantic novel. This is, amazingly, a true story of my happy-go-lucky Sis meeting her lucky-go-happy Scandinavian Bloke. The story spread for almost eight years, numerous "other" girlfriends (this is an assumption) and boyfiends (this one is for sure) in between, pastports missing here and there (trust me both will lost their limbs if it was not attached permanently), cruising through four Continents and end happily ever after. Well at least that we all wish it will be :) .. And in three more days (Rianti are you sure??) they will tie a knot in a beatiful romantic island of Bali. Congratulation and wish both of you all the best (And don't forget to invite us if you go back to Norway in winter) ...

Current casualities: Mom-In-law's evening gown missing in Bangkok, Dad-In-law's air ticket accidentally left behind in Singapore (thanks God for e-ticket), and counting ... You guys better watch out for your wedding band and consider to get a tattoo of your wedding cert :) ...

PS: Go to Rianti & Marek for the complete story ....

.. from Costa Rica with MMMUAAHHH

Do you ever see a stranger and suddenly his/her resemblances to someone struck you? I did, and boy his face keep flashing on my head for a while ..

I am referring to one of the world cup player (and no I am not referring to how similar Beckham is to me, in case some of you guess ...). Not Ang-moh, and has err rather thick lips (much thicker than Angelina Jollie's). He reminded me of one of the cartoon character that I know (I just can't really tell which one at that time) ... Unfortunately, I can't recall which team that he represent in this worldcup, which made further investigation becoming difficult. The random search on World Cup player database didn't help either :( ..

It's good to know that millions of people are following the game (well at least most of my friend are), and hence it is more likely that one of them will remember him (knowing his unique feature). So, I ask around if someone notice him and know who he is. No hope from the Ang Mo Kians, but I got clues from the Orchardians. FX remember seeing him in one of the match (and that Dettol also commenting the same thing - "tuh orang kok bibir semua ya .."). He believe that he must be one of the Costa Rican's. There you go, a quick googling and I got him red carded in no time. It's no other than Mr. Ronald Gomez, striker of Costa Rica. And the lucky cartoon character is? After some heated discussion, we agreed to narrow it down to "Baba" and "Mimin" :) !!

Well, you'll be the judge ...

.. sorry Hor, my England like not berry powderful wan !

I got this joke from a good friend to beat my Monday blues. While I've heard/read the joke numerous time before, it still give me a good laugh :-) ...

(PS: No offence to all self-proclaim Bengs out there, don't beat me up on my way home can?)

Ah Beng goes for an interview

When asked to come up with a story with 5 colours (Pink, Green, Blue, Yellow and Purple), he thinks for a while and goes ...

"Ok, Ok. ‘One day, the phone goes Green - Green. I Pink up the phone and say, “Yellow, Yellow?” Then I hear no answer. So I asked again, “Blue is it, huh?” Still no answer. Then I angry already. I say, “You don’t purplely call and keep quiet ok?”

Ah-Beng definition as quoted from Talkingcock.com:
"An unsophisticated Chinese boy, usually Hokkien. Stereotypically, he speaks gutter hokkien and likes neon-coloured clothes, spiky, moussed hair and accessories such as handphones or pagers, all of which are conspicuously displayed. He also likes to squat, even when a seat is available. i.e "Wah lao eh, why you so chao ah beng one?" (Goodness, why are you such an ah beng?) ..."

a Chicken Soup for your soul (mate) ..

Wifey not feeling well in the past few days and hence I decided to cook a chicken soup for her today. With some advice from Gita, and little research on the web, below is the final formula that I use:

Ingredients:

• 1 Chicken Breast, diced and marinated with salt and pepper
  
• 1 litre of Chicken Broth (you can get it in any supermarket)
  
• garlic, shreded
  
• spring onion, diced
  
• 250 g Chicken sausage, diced
  
• carrot, diced
  

Direction:

• Heat olive oil and saute carrot and garlic for 3-5 minutes, add the spring onions and set aside.
  
• Mix the Chicken Broth with 1 litre of water, bring to boil.
  
• Add pieces of chicken to the pot for 10-15 minutes.
  
• Add the vegetable and the sausages for another 10-15 minutes.
  
• Season with salt and pepper.
  

There you go, the next time your love one down with flu you can always try it. If I can make one, so can you :-) ..

PS: Satisfaction is not by any chance guaranteed :-) ..

Supratman Return ...

Coming your way November 29. Anyone game to go?

the Brazilian Cheese Bun and left-over dugem vouchers

One big yellowish juicy bun with a crack in the middle ..

No I am not talking about Ronaldo oversized bum ... or any others of the Brazilian players :-). What I am referring to is nice soft cheesy bun that I ate for breakfast, lunch and dinner last Saturday from a fancy Japanesse Bakery cum Cafe called Provence in Holland V.

Nothing sophisticated, yet the taste is to-die-for. The texture is a bit on the chewy side and the cheesy taste addictively explode in your mouth on the first bite. For an 80 cents a piece, I would say that it is not overly priced if not lower in comparison to most of buns that you can get from BreadTalk. A must-try for cheese lover!

Anyone keen on Eski Bar and Liquid Kitchen vouchers? The vouchers will expired end of this month and with the rate of guests coming and staying in my place I doubt that I will have opportunity to make a good use out of them.

So for any dugem-ers reader out there, you know how to contact me.

.. the younger me

Much younger me, or to be exact 11 years younger and 20 kilos lighter.

Thanks to brumeux_bleu recent post and Kahitna song played in MTV (duh! seleranya Kahitna sekalee), I started my day feeling old. Browsing through my old photos and manage to found this:

Gosh .. the big specs, we all look oh-so-geeky and I am so-so-thin ... my better half, on the other hand, is a bit on chubbier side (he3x) ..

The good old days when your biggest nightmare is the exam that coming your way ..

Mood: Nostalgic and blue ..

The cook, the bad and the ugly ...

Due to the overwhelming number of pictures, I decided to make a collages of the BBQ party. For full size picture you can go to my gallery here. As per Detta request, no R(A) pictures is included.

Wild Sex, Party, and never-ending drain clog ...

After much hesitation and months of go-no-go moment, I have decided to start blogging. And next is the summary of worth blogged-for event of my week (in between are five consecutive i-hate-my-works days in the office).

Wild Sex. Unfortunately for me, and fortunately for some, I have nothing to do with the first item in the title. Wild Sex is the title of a show that I watched in National Discovery the other day. To my surprise, for a full-of-censorship-shit country like Singapore, the show explicitly exhibit the most bizarre romping and humping activities that can easily beat any triple-X DVD you can smuggle to this country. Within the first 15 minutes I already witness same-sex you-know-what activities, orgies, inter-species romping and lot more. I also learn that the vibrator was invented by chimpanzee. Yeah you hear me right, they choose the right size of branches to their liking, shape it right, lubricated, stick it to you-know-where leaving a portion of it outside to play with. Who said you can’t learn anything from TV!

Party. Last Saturday is my better-half Birthday and we decided to celebrate it with style. With the help of two not-desperate house wives, we braved Tekka Market, chopped, whacked and mutilate kilos of raw meat, and end up with tons of food ranging from beef-mutton-and-seafood skewers to Indonesian Pisang-bakar-coklat-susu-keju (Yumm!). The party start on schedule, and in between the intermittent drizzles and disposable under-wear throwing ceremony we manage to *almost* finish all the food. With the happy-go-lucky attitude we also managed to empty all the bottles. All in all we finished 1.5 bottle of vodka, half bottle of Bacardi and Southern Comfort, and one bottle of Bailey (Yay! Now I can start stacking-up again). Afraid that some neighbors start to call the police with all the shouting and uncontrollable laughing of our guests we moved the party to our place to watch England-Paraguay match on TV. Total casualties of the day: uncountable drunk guests and two passed-out guests.

Never ending drain clog. Yeah-yeah, some of you can’t take it well and some of you need to puke after few shots. Not to be mistaken, I have nothing against you, really, as long as you don’t puke in the sink (and to be specific, mine). Don’t you see that the toilet bowl is a much-much better place to puke to? The opening is wide (so you are less likely to miss) and the height is just nice for you to kneel to (so you don’t have to worry how to stand still). And best, it is designed, let me say that again, designed to receive a big chunk of shit. Some not-so-experience drinker did just that after the party and as the result my sink is now clogged. I have been plumbing for the last 8 hours and counting with no sign of clearance. Maybe in addition of “Don’t drink and drive” people need to add “If you must, please aim at the right bowl” with BIG exclamation marks.

Mood: Bored, tired and hate plumbing …

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