Look how the Swedish winds blew

Hello (single) ladies,

I have a prime candidate here to end your spinsterhood, and he is none other than Mr Ng Rongwei. You should trust me because for four days, I was living in the room next to him and we spent an average of 16 hours together daily.

Let me give you the Top 10 reasons why he should be the one and only candidate on your mind.

#1: He navigates when you are too lazy to. You never have to lift a finger to even find the general direction; good for lazy girls like Lirong and me and for hopeless navigators like our dear Jo Yeo.

#2: He subscribes to old school methods of love! Like throwing coins into the Lake of Love in Bruges to make a wish for love. He was unfazed even when I told him that the locals fish out coins people throw in at the end of the day.
#3: He subscribes to all your culinary recommendations, and always returns a resounding thumbs-up even when the afore-mentioned doesn't taste even remotely close to perfection. (Applies to waffles, limp cream gauferes, pasta, and cookies that you baked)
And he is easy to please too; a simple mua chee satisfies his chinese food craving. (This means a hole will not be emblazoned into your pockets should you decide to give him a rare treat)

#4: He zeroes in on your cravings and pays for your eventual enjoyment of said desired food. (Sometimes, you even have to fight him to pay for half the bill)

I was whining about how good all the chocolate looked in the little choc'lit shops in Bruges and he immediately bought a pick-and-mix box and insisted I choose most of the chocolates to put in them.



And of course I was the one who wanted ice-cream. Once more, he obliged.

#5: He believes in snail mail! 'Nuff said.

#6: He remembers how to make hearts out of bus tickets and the lo-mantic way of folding letters. On request, he can make cranes and boats too.

As demonstrated here with the placemat and napkins of a budget Italian restaurant.


#7: He trawls old towns to look for musical boxes for ahem-ahem. And he searches between rows of wooden puppets, porcelain dolls and fondue sets for that elusive toy zee entire day. And he buys bags for his 3 sisters and agonizes over what to get his mom. Dayum, you say!

#8: SPG alert! His looks allow you to boast that you snagged yourself a boyfriend of Peranakan/French/Portugese/Indian/Javanese/Whateverchapalang descent. You'd be lying, but he wouldn't be so mean to expose your little white lie.

#9: And best of all, HE LEAVES THE TOILET SEAT DOWN!

#10: Because I say so.


So look no further, really. This is YOUR man! You can apply by emailing either Lirong or me at sellingourindian@h10f.com.

Kind regards,

The friendly Management at H10F

Brugge

February is a bad time to visit Brugge, because when there is such glorious beauty around you there should be equally glorious sunshine. And. not. grey. skies.

In any case, the company was ace and we got over the gloominess pretty quickly.

The Lake of Love, they say. Throw a coin into the lake and any love-related issues will come true. Very fervently I saw some believers throw money in. And it was all nice until the tourguide reminded us that the locals living around the river actually fish for coins people throw in at the end of the day.

Gothic architecture.

We walk in the rain, like the nuns walk in the rain.

I took so many pictures of buildings and churches, and the architecture is worth a big wow. But it all looks pretty grey and drab so I suppose I must make another trip back to Brugge in the summertime. For now, just try to imagine more colour.

Can you spot the tiny window?

But who am I really kidding? I'm not a sucker for photographing scenery and architecture; I'd rather take it in with my own two eyes. I'd very much prefer taking pictures of people and faces. These are some of the beautiful people I've met.

Heidi from Helsinki and Anja from Warsaw. Anja says to tell Weiming that Leuven is much better than Warsaw so he should come visit us here.

And this is Tillman from Germany. Such a gentleman he was; he bought 4 whining girls chocolates and that made us very happy, indeedly.

Anja, happy recipient of Tillman's chocolates.

And the rest of the pictures... I'm too lazy to post up. Heehee.