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For the longest time, i wish Darcy was a little more outgoing and adventurous. Apart from mountaineering, hiking and trekking, i have always wanted to do cycling as well, both road cycling and mountain biking.
(scuba diving to be done by year end!)

One fateful day when the moon was blue, Darcy looked at me and whispered, “Let’s get ourselves 2 proper bicycles!”

WHOA!

I was ecstatic to say the least.

My baby, which is now old and rusty but still trusty, works just fine but you see, Darcy and i have been fighting over it lately, with both of us showing interest to send the boys to classes with it at night. Not sure what got into the wrinkled boy but man, he sure enjoys cycling quite a bit these days! It has always been me, me, me and more me you know.

A few trips around the country (Singapore’s a small country!), 1 swipe across the credit card machine and a couple of days later…

The bikes arrived, coincidentally, on my birthday!

But of course, i refuse to accept the bike as my birthday pressie this year, so… technically speaking, i still haven’t received my birthday present this year, my birthday present last year and my birthday present the previous year before last year!

Hmph!

pssttt : if i don’t get my birthday present next year, you can be sure that “HUSBAND FOR SALE” ad will be in the national newspaper next year.

our failed attempt on night mountain biking 3 days ago

To date, we have been cycling around a few times, mostly at night, just for fun.

The longest trip to date gotta be our over-ambitious, our very first ride which, also happened to be my very first fall into a longkang (drain). Heh.

So what exactly happened?

It was 1am, dark, not pitch black but dark enough. We had no other way out but to take the off beaten path/trail on a muddy, rocky and bumpy slope. Right after the slope was a drain and to cross it, we had to use the pathetic wooden plank which was just 20cm wide! Seeing how the husband managed to cross the plank so easily, i did the same as well, thinking i shouldn’t have any problem at all.

I mean, if Darcy could, why couldn’t i, right?

WRONG.

Hahahahaaaa!

I couldn’t.

You see, after the slope came a bend then the drain. As i was turning onto the plank, i didn’t maneuver it too well. Halfway crossing, i felt that a small part of my back wheel might not make it onto the plank and i panicked!

Guess what i did?

I stopped.

Damn right i did.

I cleverly stopped in the middle of a 20cm wooden plank, without realizing what i did! (i blame my quick but useless reflex! but methinks being a perfectionist has a lot to do with it. i mean, if i’m the bochap type, i’d have rode on! -_-)

Obviously, when one stops cycling, the feet come down. So where can my feet go?

NOWHERE!

There was no space for my feet and the next thing i knew was………

1. ‘oh shit’ thought flashed by

2. a friggin’ high pitch scream escaped in the dead of the night and…

3. the bicycle was on me in the drain.

Heh. What baffled me was my reaction right after. The first thing i did was to ask if my bike was alright?!, followed by 2-3 minutes of non-stop hysterical laugh, remembering my own stupidity. Lol!

Miraculously, i was not hurt. Not even a tiny scratch. As for the bike, it was OK too! PHEW!

That night morning, we reached home at 2am, tired, worn out and all we wanted to do was to drop dead on the bed and sleep. But we didn’t of course. The clean-freak Darcy was adamant to make me camp in the balcony should i Zzzzzzz away without taking my bath! >_<

Aaaahhhh….

What a ride.

More night cycling?

You bet!

ps : had i not stopped but to continue cycling across the plank, nothing would have happened because 97% of the bike was already on the plank!

pps : i was pretty darn pleased to see how quick the husband had reacted when he witnessed the whole episode. grin. he almost tripped while coming to my rescue but dropped the intention after i started my maniac laugh. :P

To be honest, i’m not that well travelled as compared to some or rather, most of you.

In fact, i’ve been to just a handful of countries. However, my little experiences in these countries are enough to make me realized something — I want to live simple.

It might surprise some of you but if you are one of the few people who know me well, i am exactly that. I may not look like it, or sometimes, live like it but deep down, right to the bottom of my fat toes, i am that.

For the past few years through my holidays in third world countries — i really enjoy visiting third world countries for many reasons –, i notice that it is possible for humans to live happily with just basics. They are truly happy and contented.They smile all the time, much often than most of us who have hundredth or thousandth folds more (be it monetary or materially) than them.

For one particular family of 4 at a very secluded area on the mountain, i even lived with them for a night.. Witnessing how they lived their lives warmed my heart greatly. Sure, they have neither proper shoes nor beds, but they are happy. They are grateful for what they have. To them, as long as there is food on the table even if it was just rice with vegetables, and as long as they are sheltered properly from rain and cold, they are satisfied. Importantly, they have each other, their loved ones. And the kampung spirit in that village… *smile*.. is really quite something and you know how strongly i feel when it comes to this particular issue.

After i touched down last night, i did some serious thinking and i have made up my mind on something rather important.

In about 17-19 years’ time, once my youngest boy goes off to college after he has served his National Service, i wanna retire to a countryside, preferably along the coast line at somewhere with 4 seasons, secure, safe and where gorgeous fresh foods are readily and easily attainable.

There, in my manageable small plot of land, i’ll have my very own organic vegetable farm and herb garden which will supply to our daily meals and of course, a few chickens (for their eggs), piglets (because they are adorable!), cats and dogs. Then, not far off from the house, along the main road, i’ll have a tiny but cozy bakery + cafe where there will be no fixed menu. Hee! You see, I enjoy baking and cooking different food everyday. It makes life more fun and interesting, don’t you think? ;)

Of course, travelling every other month, writing (though i’m not fab at it *oopss*) and photography will still go on. I enjoy these stuff immensely, you know! *smile* But if there’s 1 thing i’ll not dabble into, it would be B & B because i really suck at housekeeping! Hahaha!

So, with this decision of mine, i now can say… I CAN’T WAIT TO BE 50, live the life i really want and grow old with Darcy! :)

Warning : Rated M16 – suitable for mature audiences only

Between Adolf Hitler and i.

*Content may not be accurate.

Part II

(part I here)

So.

Did i leap out from the bed and sprint to the 200m away car park?

The answer is no.

Because the husband kindly told me (if he hadn’t, i’d have skinned him ALIVE given that it was already 11+ pm!) that if i were to sprint to the car, all i’d find is another note, directing me to another location to the present! In the end, i didn’t even have to pester Darcy to tell me the final location (yeah, that inane man actually had a few more locations that he intended for me to search after the car!). He volunteered the location himself seeing my then-groggy-state. Hahahahaa! — i had it easy eh? ^_^ –

Hiding a present in the bathroom is way too easy to find!

I spied the gift within seconds after i jumped off the bed. *wink*

But man………… NTUC plastic bag?!?!?!

Hmmm.. not looking good at all.

I almost didn’t wanna un-tie the plastic bags but oh well, my curiosity got the better of me.

After peeling off 3 layers of plastic bag, my heart stopped beating for a while when i first laid my eyes on it.

I’m pretty sure your heart would too, if you were me.
(definitely not because i was too excited!)

A WHAT?!?!

Hair dryer?!?!?!?!?!

As V-Day gift?!?! *slaps forehead*

Then i smiled weakly.

Ahhh.. The husband remembered.

For the past half a year, i’ve been complaining about our current hair dryer which automatically switches off by itself when it gets too hot. Every night without fail, i need at least half an hour to dry my hair because 4-5 attempts are needed. On good days when the hair dryer isn’t all that temperamental, i just need 2 attempts. Almost every week, i’d whine to Darcy out of frustration and wish he would get me a new dryer — for the record, i didn’t really mean it… because i’ve been meaning to get the professional-salon-type next month! –

So yes, the husband remembered.

And returned to the bed i did.

And planted a kiss on Darcy’s cheek i did.

And whispered thank you i did.

Was i thrilled?

No.

Was i disappointed?

Hell yes!

But.

I felt loved.

It’s the thought and effort that count. ;)

And, the husband does pay attention to my whines and complains! LOL!