All you need is love and a lot of money at the Moulin Rouge
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Le Unfabuleux Destin de Trois Jeunes Filles.
- Climbing up to the Sacre Couer in Monmarte.
You don’t even need to change it
What a fine way to kick off our first time being a lonely couple in Europe: Calling in for emergency help when we didn’t really need it.
This morning, Tim and Nicole left us for Amsterdam and I (Syah) served them ice cold tea. The fridge was working fine and after I sent them off I went back to sleep. When I woke up to cook lunch, DUNDUNDUN there wasn’t a light in the fridge at all and I was convinced that the fridge wasn’t as cold as it was before.
So Khai called Lulebo, spoke with them, even checked the freaking fuse box before they finally agreed to come over and help us fix it. So this electrical guy turns up with his semi-cute assistant and I answer the door in my unironed pyjamas. How did they fix the fridge, you ask? They twisted the light bulb a little bit and there was light.
The both of us collapsed into nervous giggles and thankfully Mr Electrician was nice enough to tell us that it wasn’t the first time they were called in to twist a light bulb in. To say this episode was embarrassing is akin to saying the virgin birth was puzzling.
I don’t know how we went from “went two months with a spewing shower head and a flooded bathroom” to “can’t handle 5 minutes with no light in the fridge”.
So many things have happened between the last entry and this one but I wanted this one to be a timely one, instead of a chronologically apt one.
This is the last photo all six of us are ever going to take together in Luleå. It’s reminiscent of the first photo we ever took together here, eating our first dinner of pizza from the pizzeria next door. So many things have happened between these two pictures, most of which were not captured on this blog, and I fear that I won’t be able to remember them all.
Nick and Cherie have already left, today will be Tim and Nicole’s turn, before Khai and I finally go. These were probably the months in which our independence were tested the most, and I for one was glad to have a silent support system in the form of these five people. I don’t know if it was pure, dumb luck that we got along amazingly well but I want to thank you for the laughs, the camaraderie and the memories.
I’m going to miss this place so much.
Let us die young, or let us live forever.
Photo credit goes to the almighty, survivor and photographer Timothy Soh.
So that was what we’ve been up to last night. being a bunch of the most considerate neighbours our floor has ever seen. (i say floor because we’re nothing compared to the rest of vaderleden)
we butchered almost half of the playlist in karaokeparty.com when the jager failed on us. no one puked, slept on the floor, pee-ed in their pants or passed out. cherie got educated in the ways of HIMYM and we spent a huge chunk of the 6 hours in our private party area belting out tunes to my poor macbook, putting all our music teachers to shame.
we’re either tone deaf, amateurs, or wannabes. and we were completely sober.
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I apologise for the low quality of this video. My camera is actually pretty good (so defensive, some people) but I had to compress the video by a lot so I could upload it to Tumblr.
