Birthday Chalet; The 2nd Day (3rd June) Part 2I'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...
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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...
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.
Finally, at around twelve, my other half opened the freezer and took out a throughly-frozen cake.
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.
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.
