Irony

If some saw a knack for theaterics in the previous post, fate sure has a funny way of dealing me more drama.

With glee we left my house in my car on Friday evening for a nice long weekend down south. My parents, a friend and I. I figured if i stepped on it we should be able to reach the Republic down south by midnight. Little did we expect a sudden rumbling, which got increasingly louder just as we hit the Seremban highway.

I just had to get a flat tyre. In the middle of the highway. At night. In the rain.

Attempts at changing the flat myself proved futile as it was screwed on too tightly. Didn't help that the heavy raindrops were biting my skin and the wind from the trucks, cars, vans etc zooming by made it extremely cold. Someone finally stopped to help us (for which i was mostly freaked out after reading all those horrific gory stories in the newspapers and it didn't help that another car with three machas stopped but thankfully they left after flashing the torch around for a few seconds and didn't like rob us or cause us any bodily harm, my mom though was more freaked i saw the grip on her rosary tighten every 5 minutes longer that we were on that roadside *breath*), and the higway patrol guys came, and an hour later we were checking into a hotel to spend the night in Seremban.

12 hours, a sunrise, a brand new RM 160 tyre and a full stomach later we finally made our way to Singapore again, finally only reaching in mid afternoon of the next day.

Making up for lost time is always fun. Aji and I decided to skip the interior decorating ideas and just chill, aside from when my parents decided to come up to Aji's place instead of dropping me off and giving us both a massive adrenaline rush and minor heart attack, we were content just doing boring coupley stuff. No planning and doing more things together. Mothering the boys and putting up the christmas tree, in a record time of 30 minutes may i add. Spending way too much money for one weekend. Getting a feel of what it would be like having spoilt children with fussy eating habits. Meeting and feeling the first touch of Aji's family and wanting so badly to make the best first impression i've ever had to make on anyone. Rediscovering how much i like to cook and hate to clean. Enjoying a non-thinking movie more then a thinking movie. Accompanying my Aji on his first ever trip to Chinatown though he's been in Singapore for , oh 6 years.

Among other things.

I think this was my first weekend in Singapore in three and a half years where i didn't think of, or miss home.