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Thursday, June 30, 2005

Birthday Chalet; Boys Night Out (Part 3)

Warning! I look super ugly as I did not comb my hair!

At night, Zeke arrived but however I had neglected him as I was busy defending myself against those people who loved to see me get dirty and wet! My shield was however an umbrella and it was not of any help.

Those who stayed were Roy, Dallas, Ashton, Zeke, Gregory and I.



Late into the night, we got slightly hungry, and my other half reminded me of the instant milo and coffee I was supposed to bring. (But had unfortunately forgotten to)

Hence, I was forced to make my way to the local Cheers, tagging along were my other half, Zeke and Greg. Walking into Cheers, a bright bell rang vigorously, indicating our lively entrance into the otherwise quiet Cheers.

Among chitchat, we gathered various resources (my other half demanded me to buy an ice cream vodka) and headed towards McDonalds, which was seemingly open twenty four hours. We ordered a large amount of nuggets and french fries, before proceeding back to the chalet.

Finally, at around twelve, my other half opened the freezer and took out a throughly-frozen cake.

It was my other half's birthday cake to me. A chocolate brownie cake that costed quite an amount. Slicing the solid cake with the given plastic fork, I noticed it broke into two and in the end, I had to utilize a stainless steel knife.

Alas, we got to eat the cake!

We created quite a mess on the floor so Dallas decided to take things into his own hands.


He decided to employ himself as a maid for that particular hour.

Me: Go clean the floors, Dallas!

Dallas: Yes, Sir. Do I get money, Sir?

Me: No, you employed yourself. So me no give you money!And you missed quite a few spots!

He started to rebel, "I quit!"

He chucked the wet towels aside and ran to one corner of the room. Then he started to mumble and chuckle to himself. The words that he kept saying was, "I look sexy with my lips pouted. Yeahhh!"

He was not his usual self. Seconds later, he took off his pants. We were shocked.

The others thought this would be the perfect time to take advantage of him. They cornered him and wrapped him in a blanket.


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...

45 minutes later...


It was all over for him. He was no longer a virgin. He shamed. He's lying naked on the floor.

But then again, we heard him snored and realize he was asleep. He must be really really tired.


Dallas: (looks up and prayed) Oh lord, save me! Save my soul! Save... Oh what the heck. This ain't fun! Let's have a game of...


MONOPOLY! MONEY, MONEY, MONEY!

The game started off well for Dallas but soon after, he started losing big time. He was getting bored. Everyone except for him had a great time.


Minutes later, we decided to switch games.. Happy he was when he heard that.

We played Uno, then heart attack. We will have four cards in our hands but however we must exchange the cards that we do not want with another players till you get the same four cards, e.g. 6, 6, 6 and 6.

When you already have the same cards, immediately shout like a crazy man, "Heart Attack!" You will have to put one of your hands below, followed by the rest of the other players' both hands.


When you are ready, then strike!


Time ticked hastily and soon we realized that it was already five in the morning. We were getting listless so we decided to stop playing.What we needed was ample of rest but later, a pillow fight was initiated by Dallas.

Dallas went berserk again. He was battling it out with Ashton!


However, I decided to hide under the blanket, hoping that they would not notice me!


And it works!

The sun began to rise. We were getting lethargic. Not long, all of us fell asleep. I had a great time with my closest friends.

Signing Off...

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Birthday Chalet; The 2nd Day (3rd June) Part 2

I'm taking a walk through a graveyard. I wish I could say something more than just this. But the graves are so beautiful. Simple, yet stunningly beautiful. Tracing the words inscribed into slabs of granite and marble.

Feeling the remains of some unknown soldier on his gravestone. Then I'm walking on his turf, where a few feet down what's left of what was once a human lie. It's enchanting and there's this wonderful feel of solemnity that hangs in the air like the dampness that hangs around after a refreshing rainstorm.

In the distance, the sun shone through the clouds
.

I woke up.

Waking up late is an exhilarating experience. The few moments of doubt, how did you wake up so early, why is it brighter than usual. Then the realisation dawns and sorts of brings the blood up to your head.

And then you rush down all in a mess and do your stuff in twice the time. I think its times like this you appreciate the relative dawdle of your everyday morning.

I bid my blog reader, fazdli goodbye as he had to rush for his work at EXPO. And I awaited eagerly for my other half's arrival. I took a shower, and changed into my new set of clothes before tidying up the place and taking out the frozen barbeque food from the refrigerator.

My initial plan was to teach my other half to roller-blade and have lunch at a fast food restaurant before setting up the barbeque pit. But it was changed later on. We were busy doing other stuffs and decided to forgo the roller-blading thing.

My godbrother, Gregory (http://greggy123.blogspot.com/) arrived with his X-box games that I requested. He soon settled down. I tried the games but unfortunately, they did not match the X-Box's criterias. The games can only be played on a modified version of X-Box machine.

Then my other half left me to guide the others to my unit. Time ticked hastily and it was already 6 in the evening. I cleaned forgotten about the X-box games that I rented. Supposedly, I was to return the games at 6 but I was only reminded by my handphone's alarm and rushed to the shop.

Lucky for me, I did not have to pay any extra charges for being late.

Then Gregory and Ashton (http://flangevalve.blogspot.com/), helped with the barbeque stuffs.

The frozen barbeque food (hotdogs, crabmeat sticks, marinated chicken wings, fishballs and sotong balls) were left on the table near the barbeque pit outside of my unit.

I filled the two water dispensers with lime and bandung and carried all the neccesary items for the barbeque outside.

Busy, busy and busy. Preparing all the foods for the guests that would be coming shortly.

I was not really much of a help to them. Practically for the entire time, I was looking at them doing the job of peeling the plastics off the foods and cutting them into halves or smaller portions.

I went back in and helped myself with the leftover fried chicken wings on the table and watched t.v.

However, I did constantly went out and checked on the progress. Soon after, I felt guilty and decided to help them too, risking my clean expensive shirt.

I joined them and together we had the job done much faster. The transparent plastics were peeled off from the crabmeat sticks and the hotdogs were cut into halves.

After the entire thing, Greg became loony and stared at my camera phone. Somehow, I felt as if he had turned into a zombie. Afraid I was. I immediately seeked shelter at my very own unit.

Ashton, without any seconds to loose took out a knife and pointed towards Greg's direction.

"Are you a friend or a foe?!" asked Ashton.

"He's a zombie, of course he's a foe to us!" I shouted.

Kill him! Kill him! I thought.

I was surprised that Ashton wasn't the least scared of him since he was a zombie and he may eat him.

Greg turned towards my direction and glared at me.

And soon after,Shamsul and Syaiful came again. Somehow, I had invited one of mediacorp's celebrity but he called to say that his schedule was packed for the day.

Greg who was trying so hard to get the fire blazing failed several attempts until Syaiful and Shamsul decided to offer help with it.

It took them less than 3 minutes to get the fire started. Hooray!

At last, we can barbeque the food.

None of the guys including me really knew how to barbeque the food but we tried. On our first attempt, the hotdogs were badly burnt. Disappointed we were but we never fail to keep on trying.

We did slightly better on our second attempt; it was not that badly burnt as the previous ones.

Since I thought it would be a waste th throw the burnt hotdogs away, I gobbled them up.

There were a few more burnt ones left on the left just for comparison with the nicely done ones on the right.

Shortly, the guests arrived. Some had difficulties finding my unit and did not know that they had to pay one dollar before entering.

Radiah and her friend, C.Y and another girl arrived. they greeted me a happy birthday and handed me a nicely wrapped gifts.

And shortly, they gave me another which was a chocolate.

Pictures of their gifts will be posted up at the next entry.

Then they proceeded to the bench near the pits and conversed with roy and Dallas.

Unexpectedly, Radiah was Dallas primary school friend. They were reunited.

Hooray for them!

The barbeque food were ready for their growling stomachs.

They waited long enough and lucky for them, none of the barbeque food served were burnt.

Minutes later, my blog reader, Jack and his friend, Cyrus arrived.

Cyrus, surprised to see his schoolmates, Radiah and C.Y, left shortly after delivering my gifts.

Raudah and her friend came shortly after Cyrus and Jack left.

It was a fun night with lots of pictures taken.

My other half brought the frosty cake out at 8:05PM. With a clap, all of the guests attention was on my other half.

Becoming a makeshift conductor, my other half raised his arms and began the chorus of 'Happy Birthday'.

And then I cut the cake, which tasted like a combination of mango and cream. Signalling silently to my other half, my other half dashed to the fridge and took out a bottle of blue champagne.

Popping the cork open, I gracefully poured an adequate amount of it into their cups. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a shift Shamsul behaving rather suspiciously.

And then I remembered. They were going to 'sabo' (sabotage) me!

And before I knew it, cake was splattered all over my expensive shirt! Frightened enough, I fled into the safety of the toilet and thought I was safe.

Little did I know how cunning my friend, Raudah, was. She was high tide and needed the toilet immediately. Being the gentlemen I am, I parted the door to allow her in.

With a sly grin, she lifted up a gigantic tub of bandung and dumped it onto me. Screaming loudly, I flailed backwards and slammed the door shut, shivering in my cold, wet clothes.

Somehow or other, Greg and a few others had forced the lock open, thus rendering me vunerable. Taking ahold of a shower nozzle, I aimed it at them and pressed the switch down, sending a spray of freezing water in their direction.

My other half was outside busy chasing Shamsul with a paper plate of chilli sauce and mashed hashbrowns. Whilst I was inside, fending for myself with an umbrella and a gang of my other half's friends jumping atop the bouncy bed.

Escaping from the bathroom and with help from my other half, I managed to slip out the front door and out into the outdoors.

I found a safe hiding spot and immediately called my other half. Agreeing to come over to my area, I felt secured. However, Shamsul, Greg and Syaiful had followed my other half secretly and ambushed me armed with even more malicious plates of concocted goods.

They chased me for a moment before I finally gave up. Whilst being dragged back to the chalet, my other half desperately tried to compromise with them, even to the point of pulling Greg away.

Unfortunately, Greg had a strong grip and sharp fingernails. Upon trying to pull Greg away, he clung onto my arm and left a nasty reddish scratch. With a yelp of pain, my other half let me go and allowed them to escort me back.

With a sigh, we entered the dreary looking room which used to be neat and tidy. Towels were strewn all over the bathroom counter, matressess were completely flat and the floor was puddled with dirty pools of muddy water.

In other words, the room was (nearly) completely soaked. The torn umbrella lay forlornly on the floor and the food was back to its cold state.

Too exhausted, I collapsed in a heap and was left in the bathroom whilst the rest began going on their knees.

No, not to beg me for forgiveness or grant them a special wish.

They were busily wiping the floor with what little dry fabric they had left, especially Dallas, whose first criteria was cleaniness and hygiene. Those who were staying overnight put in much effort as well, not wanting to stay in a room oxygenated with damp vapour.

Afterward, we took more pictures...

More...

More...

And More...

Later on, another of my blog reader, Zeke arrived. If you thought the fun was over, you're wrong!

There's more to come! And one even was stripped naked!

To be continued...

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Birthday Chalet; The 1st Day (2nd June) Part 1

I was dreaming a beautiful dream, involving both my other half and me. Romance and love was thick in the air as we carelessly abandoned our fears and leapt about on the grassy field, enjoying the warmth of the sun.

A dove flew past and perched itself on an outstretched branch. As it cawed noisily, its screeches soon turned into an alarming alarm that closely resembled my alarm clock's alarm.

With a slam on my alarm clock, the alarm subsided and I relaxed my head on my silky white pillow, sighing happily. Gazing at the curtains fluttering in the morning air, I felt calmness seep into every nerve of my being.

Tomorrow was my birthday, and I was determined not to let anything get in my way. Getting dressed in my usual set of casual shirt and shorts, I made my way out of my room and greeted my mother heartily.

"Don't forget to collect the fried rice and mee hoon from auntie's house ah!" Reminded my thoughtful mother as I went about my daily morning routine of brushing my teeth and having a quick cold shower.

Teasing my dishevelled hair with wax, I exited from my flat and took a bus down to Tanglin, where my aunt resided. As she gingerly led me to the containers containing the aforementioned food, she grimly informed me that they were indeed, very heavy.

As I lugged the contents back to the bus stop, I had to agree with my aunt's wisdom. And as I boarded the bus, I wished I had decided to hail for a cab instead.

Shoving the violent mass back into my home, since my other half and Greg had utterly no idea where to drop from, I once again rushed back down to the bus stop to signal at them to get off.

I kept constant contact with my other half through the use of my mobile. When I saw the bus approaching, I immediately waved both of my arms and screamed at the top of my voice.

Thankfully, my other half noticed me and got off with Greg. I guided the back to my home, whereupon they tested the weight of the 'luggage' before setting out of the door again.

Fortunately enough, I sighted a free taxi loitering in the car park.Staggering towards it, I noticed the taxi had slided towards me with the door automatically opening. "Wow! Automatic doors," thought my pervasive mind with wonder, "I've never seen such things before!"

As I was about to jump aboard, a pair of frail legs dressed in pants suddenly emerged followed by a man aged about fifty. He grinned widely before unveiling a box from behind him.

It was my uncle, and that box withheld my to be birthday cake.

Thanking him profusely, I clasped the box tightly and promised not to shake it crazily about. And then we stuffed everything (except the birthday cake) into the taxi boot before giving the driver our wanted location.

Costa Sands, here we come!
Two days of merry and wholesome fun!
Savour food,
Smell the grill,
Slice the cake,
And overnight stays!
Just a dollar,
And we are through!

Arriving at Costa Sands, we heaved our items (my other half was balancing the birthday cake) towards the gate before giving a dollar to the guards in change for an invisible stamp and gaining entrance to the chalet area.


I was expecting a two storey unit but it turned out to be a single storey unit. Disappointed I was.

We checked into our unit and placed our stuffs and start to survey the bathroom and the condition of the room.

Not bad! It looked like a hotel room.

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Without hesitation, I asked my other half to take pictures of me! Yes, vain I was. The disappointment slowly faded away and I was soon engulfed with excitement.

We took out the food and utensils from the plastic bags and placed them on the long table neatly.

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I nearly died carrying the two big tubs which contained the fried mee and fried rice. I decided to let my godbrother, Gregory carry them. Not that I do not have the strength to carry them but hey, I was the birthday boy!

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Fried Mee...

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Fried Rice...

Of course, apart from those two food, my Aunt prepared several other food stuff.

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Hashbrowns...

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Omelettes...

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Chicken Wings...

While my other half was preparing the food, I penned down a poem.

Another year has pass
The time goes by so fast
But don't let your age
Be an important gauge
Of what you mean to me
There's so much more to see
Your eternal youth of heart
From you will never part
And the approaching times will bring
A joy that will make me sing
So put aside your fear
And together we'll enjoy the coming year!

As I surveyed the room, something caught my eyes.

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X-BOX!

Unfortunately, there were no games in sight. Thus, I was forced to refer to the brochure hiding behind the television.

"For X-Box games, please rent them from X-Square."

Knowing that I would absolutely need games to keep my friends company, I dragged my other half over to X-Square and rented a few multiplayer games.


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There they are!

We had 'Dead Or Alive 2', 'Magic Battlegrounds' and 'Spikeout' which luckily, were all multiplayer, allowing two players to play simultaneously.

Whilst I was busily fiddling with the games, my handphone rang before the doorbell rang, signalling the entrance of my guests.

I swung open the door and greeted my guests enthusiastically. In return, they said hello and returned a handshake. I welcomed them in.

Immediately, they rushed to the food. (Just kidding)

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Rahila and her boyfriend, Fazdzlie (who was enlisted in National Srvice on my birthday), were the earliest guests who'd arrived.

Sob! I missed my classmates but unfortunately many of my male classmates were enlisted a day before or after my birthday. So I was not able to meet and bid them goodbye!

Ah! that's my blog reader, Ashton!

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He's happily eating his fried rice while watching t.v.



Soon after, more guests came.

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My 5 years IRC pal, Shamsul (the one eating on the mattress) dirtied my bed! How I wish I could slap his face with the frozen sausages I brought for the BBQ. The bedsheet was stained with rice. And that is syaiful eating at the very corner of the room.

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And that is Taufik and I. His girlfriend declined to be phtographed.

Time quickly flew, and soon, it was already nine in the evening. Stating that it was late enough, many of the guests proceeded home.

Before leaving, I took several shots with the guests as memoirs of my birthday.

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And then one of my blog readers, Fazdli came at 11.45pm after his dance practise. He decided to overnight and we had intensed Dead or Alive battle with one another till we fell sound asleep.

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I anticipated for the next day to come.

To be continued...