It's about 5am Singapore time, and I'm standing in my bedroom, watching my husband drenched under the shower with his watch, underpants, and shorts with belt still on. Obviously wasted -the result of a very dramatic night that I sadistically thoroughly enjoyed. Let's rewind a little.
It's Yihmay's birthday today and Jimme, her boyfriend, had decided he wanted to plan a very nice surprise for her on this special day. He had bought a nice huge tent and was planning to do a camp out with just her for the night. But he also decided that the day should be spent with some of her friends, and so he invited a bunch of us over to east coast for some dinner and obviously to cut the birthday cake. Everything was nice and dandy, till we decided to join in this other party that was concurrently held by another group of people which they also knew.
The first up in running for a shot at the Oscars was this girl at the party, who made a huge scene because, get this, her boyfriend went to have a bite with another bloke without her. She made such a racket you'd think at first that he had cheated on her or something, but no. He was just hungry and decided to eat, but forgot to ask if her Highness wanted to come along too. Okay, at this point, I need to clarify and justify this. She ain't Singaporean. Her night ended real awkward. Boyfriend tries to talk to her, she doesn't want to listen and continues to scream, boyfriend starts to leave without her, she runs towards him with a drink and attempts to throw the remains of the contents of her cup at him, boyfriend ducks and walks off into the night, she's stranded alone at the party and no one wants to talk to a psycho. I think they're more afraid that she might go crazy and pour her drinks or chips, or whatever she can get her hands on in their face. It was just a pity that no one brought pop corn.
So the evening progresses, both Jimme and Julien had both had two bottles of wine by themselves each and were starting to get pretty wasted already. Yihmay, who's starting to get really tired at this point, tells Jimme that maybe they should retire for the night. Fair enough since she just spent the past couple of hours at a party with people who don't really care if it's her birthday or not, when she could have had some quality time with just Jimme. Jimme agrees and staggers off into the direction of their tent. Some others start to leave too. But Julien and a couple others decide they haven't got wasted enough and disappear to buy more booze. They finish their booze and start to get bored. So Julien decides, why not walk over to Jimme & Yihmay's tent and find out what they're doing?
We reach their tent and thankfully they're just talking still. They boys invite Jimme for another drink of which he can't refuse, and so the boys end up talking by the beach while yihmay and I sit and chat in the tent. Next finalist for the Oscar goes to....
Julien pops his head in, all soaked and dripping with stinky sea water, asking me to hold on to his wallet and iPhone. Which also happen to be soaked through. So obviously his iPhone is now dead. What happened? They were peeing in the sea, when Julien thought it'll be real funny to push Jimme in, which he did. Obviously Jimme takes revenge and they both end up soaked. The other two guys were sober enough to get out of the way, and just sit on the beach watching them two wrestle one another in the sea, and kill all their high tech gadgets with sea water. This continues in this manner, as Yihmay's getting angrier and angrier by the minute.
At some point in the night, or wee hours in the morning by this time, them two blokes decide that they should try to dry off their clothes and look for a shower to rinse off the sea water. So they scoot off in only their underpants. Unfortunately, they could not find any, and Julien ends up wearing one of Yihmay's T-shirts, which also happens to be her birthday present (I've got pictures!!!). Classy.
The night ends with two very drunk blokes soaked to their socks, Julien telling Jimme how he doesn't mind that his iphone's now dead (I'd like to see him say that again in a couple of hours when he wakes up), and a very unhappy birthday girl. I would be too if I were wanting a quiet night out at the beach with my boyfriend only to have it crashed by 4 other people.
I've heard many times how Asians are deemed to not be open minded enough to accept certain things, but I'm not sure if in this situation, it is a question of how open minded one can be. I guess this will probably go down in my books as one legen... wait for it... dary night. Probably not as well as what the birthday girl was expecting, but still legendary none the less.
I'm sure we'll all laugh over this one day, but for now, I'm not so sure Jimme's going to get much proper sleep tonight in his tent not showered still while yihmay's probably grinding her teeth, trying very hard to hold back biting his head off. Julien on the other hand's already snoring his head off in bed, most likely oblivious that yihmay's night with jimme's ruined, but none the less happy to have got wasted.
All in the day of our lives.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
The almost extra night in Paris
As promised here is the tale of, let's call them Chikita and Chikito.
Once upon a time, in a land far far away (from Singapore) where smoking is a national sport, and drinking wine almost compulsory there was Chikita and Chikito visiting some family and friends for a couple of weeks.
Chikita and Chikito enjoyed themselves very much during their stay. First in the Castle of a town called Asnières, then in a mill in a town called Troyes, and finally in a huge mansion (bigger than the castle) in a town called Tours. They were surrounded by loved ones almost at all times, and were very pleased to share all this time in this land far far away. Listening to stories, and recounting some back. Enjoying delightful food that they sometimes cooked for their friends (Chikita is an excellent cook), and even swimming in the blue lagoon by the mansion mentioned above. The detail of their trip will likely be the occasion of an other tale with pictures and all.
When the time was come to leave this land far far away, Chikita and Chikito went to the harbour of the giant birds. Yes this land was so far away that they had to fly on a giant bird's back to pass above the mountains and seas.
They were heavily loaded with souvenirs and gifts and dirty washing as they approached the harbour's telling machine to withdraw a magic pass to the bird's back. But the machine gave an ugly look and told them they might not able to board the bird leaving that night as too many people were already travelling on it. However, the benefits they would get in terms of other flights and food and accommodation if they couldn't board that night seemed to satisfy Chikita. She almost wished the bird would be too full and they wouldn't leave that night.
A little blonde fairy in a blue dress took care of them and was ready to give satisfaction to Chikita by letting them take the next day's bird. However, the fairy was called to help people get on an other bird leaving that same night, and Chikita and Chikito were handed to her apprentice fairy colleague who did not understand the instructions.
With a broad smile she handed the magic passes to Chikita and Chikito (without even checking their identity, which is quite amusing when you see how careful they are now in harbours of giant birds with security) and told them they could take the bird leaving that same night.
Chikita's dream of a nice free meal, and more free bird flights was flushed down the drain, but inside she was happy to get home to see their pet tigers.
Chikito on his part was relieved as he had to attend torture the day after the bird arrived, and his torturer would not have been pleased if he had been late by one full day.
The flight was a very quiet one and after a bad sleep on the bird's uncomfortable back they reached destination: the land far far away (from France) where walking slowly is a national sport and eating rice is compulsory.
Once upon a time, in a land far far away (from Singapore) where smoking is a national sport, and drinking wine almost compulsory there was Chikita and Chikito visiting some family and friends for a couple of weeks.
Chikita and Chikito enjoyed themselves very much during their stay. First in the Castle of a town called Asnières, then in a mill in a town called Troyes, and finally in a huge mansion (bigger than the castle) in a town called Tours. They were surrounded by loved ones almost at all times, and were very pleased to share all this time in this land far far away. Listening to stories, and recounting some back. Enjoying delightful food that they sometimes cooked for their friends (Chikita is an excellent cook), and even swimming in the blue lagoon by the mansion mentioned above. The detail of their trip will likely be the occasion of an other tale with pictures and all.
When the time was come to leave this land far far away, Chikita and Chikito went to the harbour of the giant birds. Yes this land was so far away that they had to fly on a giant bird's back to pass above the mountains and seas.
They were heavily loaded with souvenirs and gifts and dirty washing as they approached the harbour's telling machine to withdraw a magic pass to the bird's back. But the machine gave an ugly look and told them they might not able to board the bird leaving that night as too many people were already travelling on it. However, the benefits they would get in terms of other flights and food and accommodation if they couldn't board that night seemed to satisfy Chikita. She almost wished the bird would be too full and they wouldn't leave that night.
A little blonde fairy in a blue dress took care of them and was ready to give satisfaction to Chikita by letting them take the next day's bird. However, the fairy was called to help people get on an other bird leaving that same night, and Chikita and Chikito were handed to her apprentice fairy colleague who did not understand the instructions.
With a broad smile she handed the magic passes to Chikita and Chikito (without even checking their identity, which is quite amusing when you see how careful they are now in harbours of giant birds with security) and told them they could take the bird leaving that same night.
Chikita's dream of a nice free meal, and more free bird flights was flushed down the drain, but inside she was happy to get home to see their pet tigers.
Chikito on his part was relieved as he had to attend torture the day after the bird arrived, and his torturer would not have been pleased if he had been late by one full day.
The flight was a very quiet one and after a bad sleep on the bird's uncomfortable back they reached destination: the land far far away (from France) where walking slowly is a national sport and eating rice is compulsory.
The unexpected post
Why unexpected?
I was thinking of writing about our almost extra night in Paris because of Air France's policy of overbooking their flights. But then something turned up and I though maybe I should lie in electronic ink some other thoughts. If I'm bragging along no one is obliging you to read.
What's on my mind, as Facebook would say: fights, wars, battles, arguments, different point of views etc.
I seem to never be able to stay mad at someone for very long. At first I'm like "I'll never forgive whoever for whatever, and I WILL stick to my anger". Then I realise that it's not bringing much to the debate, and most of all it's not making me happier to be mad. Not to mention the other party, who is either completely oblivious, making my resentment useless, or depressed, making my grudge cruel.
I sincerely don't remember anyone I'm still angry at today for what ever situation. I don't even remember being mad at anyone for more than a day (but most likely never more than a few hours).
Maybe when reading this you think I'm soft, or too nice... Maybe.
The best of all this, is that I'm happier than if I were mad. Having negative thoughts, nursing an old story, penning it down to make sure it's never forgotten... Nah, not for me.
When a friend tells me he (usually she) is so angry at someone, I always feel the reason is trivial and not worth keeping in mind. Peace, but mostly love, are a lot more important.
Now, don't get me wrong, there are unforgivable things. And I have never spoken to someone again for some action but my anger or annoyance subsidised some weeks before the bridge was blown up.
I was thinking of writing about our almost extra night in Paris because of Air France's policy of overbooking their flights. But then something turned up and I though maybe I should lie in electronic ink some other thoughts. If I'm bragging along no one is obliging you to read.
What's on my mind, as Facebook would say: fights, wars, battles, arguments, different point of views etc.
I seem to never be able to stay mad at someone for very long. At first I'm like "I'll never forgive whoever for whatever, and I WILL stick to my anger". Then I realise that it's not bringing much to the debate, and most of all it's not making me happier to be mad. Not to mention the other party, who is either completely oblivious, making my resentment useless, or depressed, making my grudge cruel.
I sincerely don't remember anyone I'm still angry at today for what ever situation. I don't even remember being mad at anyone for more than a day (but most likely never more than a few hours).
Maybe when reading this you think I'm soft, or too nice... Maybe.
The best of all this, is that I'm happier than if I were mad. Having negative thoughts, nursing an old story, penning it down to make sure it's never forgotten... Nah, not for me.
When a friend tells me he (usually she) is so angry at someone, I always feel the reason is trivial and not worth keeping in mind. Peace, but mostly love, are a lot more important.
Now, don't get me wrong, there are unforgivable things. And I have never spoken to someone again for some action but my anger or annoyance subsidised some weeks before the bridge was blown up.
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