Ken's Wedding

I think I need to buy another dress for attending weddings in the future.
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Ken is my ex’s cousin. For some strange reason, we kept running into each other. We first met in San Francisco. We met up in New York when he visited the big apple. He moved to London couple of years before I do, and Beijing. I swear I was not stalking him but he is really good in keeping touch with old friends. He would throw me a call once in a while.

In order to make my way to his wedding, I begged the project coordinator to put me on the project in Kuala Lumpur, so that I can easily fly to Singapore. Hey, why not? Thang also flew in from London. The banquet was like the Londoner re-union. It was also nice to see my ex’s parents and sister. Very well connected in Singapore and Indonesia, people in this huge family hang out to each other. After the banquet, Londoner friends and the family all went to night club.

Non-stop supplies of Champagne and sake swamp the tables. We then all went to eat the famous Hannan Chicken Rice. The rice is cooked with the juice coming out while cooking chicken, very well done. The chicken itself is also very tender, even the breast meat is juicy.

I had a very good chat with one of the uncles. He seemed to like me a lot, always standing next to me. I didn’t pay attention when he put his hands around my waist. After the food, it was raining really hard. He offered to drop me off in my hotel and accidentally drop his hand on my thigh in the cab. Oh well, I casually cross my leg and his hand fell off, conversation continued. I thanked him for the ride and ran to the hotel lobby.