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Medan!

Medan, I'm in love.

LOL.

Seriously, my roommate gained 2kg and I don't dare to weigh myself. LOLOLOL.


We went to Medan to attend a friend's wedding dinner.
She's one of Kelyn's bridesmaids, and when she asked if we'd like to RSVP for her wedding in Medan, well, why not??
Suffice to say, there were tooooo many bottle-up-moments.

I got to meet my best best girls :)
One of us is currently working in Jakarta.
Another one is still my room mates.
The other one is having her first baby in October.
(Yes. October babiessss ruleeeeee!!!! It might be due on 5-7 Oct, tentatively.
So later we may celebrate our double birthday.
I know, right? It's just AWESOME!)

A few hours we spent were the best.
Talking about our works and people that makes us who we are today.
I was reminded how we spent hours and hours sitting around the white IKEA table, wondering about the future.
And now here we are.
Even better than we could ever think of back then.
God is simply awesome.

I also made new friends, Singaporean and a pair of Indonesian couple.
We got to know each other better while travelling up Medan streets in the quest of finding the best food given the very short 2 days.
We (I) managed to eat 2 different kind of mie ayam, martabak, kare soup and countless tidbits and snacks.
Bloated......
We also ransacked this one super famous sponge cake (Meranti).
An additional 15kg luggage allowance for our flight was bought because of this cake.
A box each for each of us.
Boo yeah, Baby!

The wedding itself was super remarkable.
We did something that none of us ever done before.
We.. Karaoke-d on the stage.
In front of the whole 40-ish tables.
So, apparently the guests were able to select a song and sang it in front, and than people will give them hong bao. You know. Those tiny red envelopes. With cash inside LOL.
Okay. This is new for me, too.
But then, motivated by the whole table, Nana and I chose a song and both of us were finally able to drag some other ladies from our table to accompany our walk of shame to that stage.
OMG.
Where did that courage come from. Bahaha.
Anyways.
That was over. Thank God.

Just something we all observed that day.
Wedding in Singapore is definitely more intimate than those in Indo.
In Singapore, all the guests would cheer and claps for both bride and groom like there's no tomorrow.
Can you imagine, we were the only table stood up when the bride and groom entered the ballroom. Like. Whaa..t.
The groom himself explain to us later on when we confirmed it.
He told us that most of guest were (considered) elderly.
Therefore, they expect the inviting party to pay them respect. Er. Something like that.
Anyway, I'll make sure that all the people that was invited to mine will be my closest and dearest one.
LOL. Not hinting anything here.

Okay. Sidetrack a bit.
I observed that one of the people I befriended was very kind.
He opened doors, carried bags (that was belong to the ladies), all gentlemanly thingy.
I brought this up to the girls and we were all agree that this one quality was less and lesser taught these days.
Well, I read somewhere that chivalry has become rare, even towards the level of near extinction, especially among us, Asian.
And I think it is somehow (sadly) true.
But guys, why?
I mean, isn't supposed to be a common characteristic of a man?
...
Okay, this one for next post, definitely!


Just wanna remind myself that this weekend is another reminder how God's love lasts for a lifetime.
He was awesome, is awesome, and forever will be an awesome God.

Thank You, for taking care of us Medan firs-timers.





Night night and lots of love, peeps!


  

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