a new day, everyday
i made my first prawn dinner for boyfriend!
we've had a hard time with seafood dinners from his kitchen and previous prawn forays proved a disaster. and i declared that only asians can cook seafood.
hehe.
so today i combined my own baked portobello with cheese recipe with prawns and it was a pass! i just needed something extra to give the mushrooms a bigger kICK so i think next time i will definitely use chilli.
i was certified 100% outdoor instructor material last february.
me. miss teacher/librarian/editor/writer/bookworm/all-other-geek-things.
don't get me wrong. it was still a harrowing experience and me+sun=hate hate hate! but i love being able to go up high and help others do the same. i'm not speaking in metaphors. i literally mean up HIGH. like er... 20 metres high?
the one thing i was most proud of was actually rigging up an entire outdoor facility (abseil/flying fox/high element course) with my partner. i felt like SUCH a cowboy.
i don't have a picture from the 5DAYSOFHELL i mean 5-day course so here's one with me and the students i had to do it for.
this probably should have been listed as 21 but chronological order doesn't interest me.
i hyperventilated at work last month. it caught me by surprise (can i say shock?) because i was literally in the middle of a sentence (and it was a FUNNY sentence) when all of a sudden something slammed into my chest and i just couldn't breathe.
student 1: cher you ok?
student 2: miss hayati, what's wrong?
student 3: snigger snigger snigger... oh shit.
student 4: cher, you want me to take over?
student 5: miss hayati, sit down! lie down! go down! upside down!
i left class. came back a few minutes later and conducted the lesson completely on the tablet. my funny students even read out loud every word i wrote.
=) sweet, but still so shocking. was shoved a few tabs of xanax by the Doc. shall ask him for more when the new term begins.
the first time i got behind boyfriend on his bike, i honestly felt like a beached whale on the back of a tiger or a lion (or a rented Honda scooter). every bump and turn had me digging my nails into his waist... which i didn't really notice until he pointed it out a couple of days later.
but boyfriend totally proved why i do and probably will always trust him. he really took care of me. *ignores pro-feminist growls* i think once we were on the bike, we felt like we were really on holiday...
before i begin, yes may 10th has long since passed us by, but hey, you can't force these things can you? little miss i-lead-a-boring-life is now finally updating herself on her list of firsts.
lombok, indonesia is an interesting mix of serenity and atrocity, which sometimes borders on comical.
when we arrived at mataram(capital of lombok), it was more dead than Tut's tomb. boyfriend freaked out because apparently my face was translating into an awful lot of disappointment (whichWASNOTTRUE!)
i was just surprised.
we stayed at the sheraton, which we both agreed seems pretty much on its way to Deadsville but i didn't mind. the pool was nice, the coastal view was breathtaking and the company couldn't have been more perfect (love you baby).
trash and inconsistency aside, it really is a lovely place.
This is really special just for me actually. I don't think my future spawn would appreciate it much.
The first time I shared an electric(static) kiss. It made me blush really badly but I don't think it was obvious underneath the shock and surprise.
Boyfriend and I were just stepping out of the lift at his family's seaside apartment and we intended to give the other a small peck on the lips but the ZAP that we exchanged was a surprise.
This is probably super common but I love it that it happened to me for the first time with this particular man. One for my books, for sure.
My first beer in Belgium has to be the best beer I've ever tasted. I think it was the cold. It was like drinking something full, soft and comforting (does this make sense) but with a lot of gas. in the glass AND in me too. The other beers I've had (not a long list: Heineken, Golden Ale from Brewerkz and Singha) had the typical hard bitter taste.
To conclude: Hoegaarden tastes really nice but I think it gives me gas too. It was either that or the potent mixing of Cecemel and Hoegaarden.
Boyfriend swears by Jupiler but in Singapore it's easier to find his Stella Artois. It's so weird because I've seen Stella all around me in ads and bars when I was growing up, but to actually know someone who drinks it religiously... it's surreal.
Like de ja vu... without actuallying vu-ing.
The end.
I love carting!
It was my first time and I was terrible at it but it was awesome!
Boyfriend brought me carting with his friends and I was super nervous from the first time he told me (when we were still in Singapore) because I didn't wanna be the lame ass on the circuit.
But I went ahead anyway because I really really really like driving and driving with no rules? Sounds great!
We had 2 rounds of 15 minutes. We even put on the racing jumpers or whatever you call it and I felt like laughing but I couldn't because the head gear was on so tight, I think if I did laugh my glasses would pop out of my face.
My first round was funny. I automatically did everything I learnt in driving school. Which landed me a fat-ass lap time of 80 seconds. The guys averaged a time of maybe 45 seconds? LOL.
My second round was better for me, but not for the guys. I did a little better but I caused 2 crashes. I loved it. But the guys were really serious about winning so I think that was a booboo for me. But fun for Joelle and Kevin who were watching from upstairs. Joelle has it on video so it would be cool to watch the crashes again.
It's really just fun driving on your own. I wish Joelle would have gone tho. I would still be last but at least there would be an extra person to bump into hehe.
So yeay! I went carting! In a suit! In winter! with gloves! and my Boyfriend!
I'm not familiar with the behaviour of drunk people, short of the stereotypical drink-and-fuck routine they show in teen movies.
So when Boyfriend pointed out a very neat pile of poo on the radiator, it was so bizarre I actually stared at it.
Forever shall it burn in my memory.
Kassel (Mr. Joint Guy) and the boys went for drinks at a nearby bar and us girls went to bed. I didn't feel like going to sleep but there was a horror movie on tv and I got spooked staying in the dark in an unfamiliar house watching Freddy Krueger. I went upstairs and fell asleep.
Morning came and Boyfriend woke up earlier than I did. I joined him and Vince downstairs with Kassel for some coffee. Vince couldn't figure out why he didn't have any pants on.
Kassel went to work and Boyfriend went to start the car. I found Vince's socks behind the dinner table and found it weird that one of them was soaking wet. I threw it to him anyway.
There was a nasty smell by the window and Boyfriend insisted it was because we were next to the baby nappy-changing cabinet. That was before he looked down and saw the poo on the radiator. Which was where I found Vince's socks.
So.
Boyfriend decided that in the middle of the night, Vince needed to poo and went to a warm place to do it. His ass was happy and so was his bladder. He did the deed but stepped into his own pool of pee so he had to take off his socks. He probably forgot to put on his pants and went to bed.
I didn't try looking too hard at the couch he slept in.
Boyfriend told The Poo Story to almost everyone he met and it never failed to shock and amuse. :D I found the reactions funnier than the actual act itself.
i developed bronchitis because my dad was a heavy smoker when my parents first got married. apparently it really affected my infant lungs.
my mother cured me of that by making the nurses give me ice cold showers every night. i still remember the huge ice blocks floating in the big buckets of water in some bathroom in Kandang Kerbau Hospital. The old one with the red bricks back in the 1980s- not the new UFO KKH.
a remnant of that comes in the form of a bad cough triggered by the slightest hint of smoke: nicotine, cooking oil, incineration plant whatever. sinus and all.
sooooooooooooooooo...
# sixteen: smoke a joint.
it's legal in Holland, and Belgium is so close so of course Little Miss Singaporean would jump at a chance to smoke weed.
Things I observed about smoking weed with Boyfriend and his friends:
1. It smells like grass.
2. It looks like grass.
3. It doesn't make me cough.
4. Smoking a joint or a cigarette or a shisha pipe is curiously similar to how they teach you to breathe in yoga/pilates classes. Maybe that's part of the reason addicts think it's so relaxing. Smokers: take up yoga. Suck. Inhale. Exhale. Also similar to oral sex too. On land.
5. It doesn't really get you high on the first or second puff. But I suppose on the twentieth or thirtieth...
Boyfriend's friend Kassel (spelling?) or Pieter as his girlfriend Fean calls him rolled me a light joint. So all was good. I would have tried spacecake too but Boyfriend didn't like the idea and I trust him.
Miss Goody Goody.
Maybe when I do go back to Belgium (whenever that happens... but it WILL happen!) I can smoke a whole joint. HEE. And sneak in a teeny bite of spacecake.
Meow.
