[[ Stickman & Stickbabe ]]

we're just two simple stickpeople who :-
met,
clicked,
hitched,
till death do us part...


[[ All I want in 2007... ]]

Seeing loved ones happy
Mission trips
Have a cute baby
Learn bridal makeup
Speak Camb/Viet
Pay off our housing loan!


[[ Leaving? ]]

~C-Cup : cupcakes from heaven... (perfect 4 parties)
~My Bali Photo Blog
~Melonbabe (my female sibling)
~Angelia (a kid i tutored, who grew up!)
~WZB (a woman with an expensive rock)
~Get Blobbed... (splish splash plop blobbe)
~My Primary School Classmate
~My pescatarian recipe blog
~Simplicity - making a difference in Kenya
~A visually delightful blog of a stranger
~Another visual treat...
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Turkish coffee's really too strong and aromatic for an after-lunch beverage. Especially after a strange meal of Boro Boroba (sp?). It is unleavened (yeastless) Turkish bread with yoghurt. It is thin, white and crispy. I was shocked when the bread was served - drowned in yoghurt in a dog-dish.

It is a far cry from the food I had in Turkey a couple of years back. I remembered I loved the tea, meze (vegetables), oven-baked pita bread and the sweet Turkish Delights. I remembered walking along the marbled streets leading up to the Library of Celsus and how loud my tour guide's voice echoed in the ancient Ephesus theatre (http://www.sailturkey.com/panoramas/ephesus/theater.html). Thanks to the drizzle and off-peak season, we had the whole city to ourselves then. Most of all, I envisioned my favourite apostle trudging along the same street that Stickman and I had the opportunity to tread two thousand years later - on his way to deliver a great message in the theatre.

STILL, I'm happy to work near Arab St. It's a place I could lose myself and imagine that I had been transported back in time, across continents, across cultures - just over a mere lunch break.


stickbabe [ 2:26 AM ]