The Queen has prescribed me melatonin pills (she got her MBBS from The University of Alibaba) which actually did help me fall asleep at night but I still wake up at 3am every morning automatically which reduce me to passing time by twiddling thumbs. When The Man sleeps over, I twiddle his thumbs instead. It’s getting very frustrating because I used to be a heavy sleeper and now I only get pocketfuls of sleep every night.
On top of that, I had to pack my shit and move house last weekend. Yes, AGAIN. Didn’t you guys just read about me moving house a couple of months ago? I think you did. Well, this time I am moving to a much, much, much quieter place. The truth is, while I appreciate community living in a hdb with all the friendly neighorbood jazz, there is really just that many void deck weddings, funerals, hari raya celebration, chingay processions, un-neutered cats mating, crazy old people in nightgown and urine stench stairways that I can take. I have been toying with the idea of moving for the longest time but didn’t actually bother to look until Secretary Pig sent me a very stern email with a link to a property site, instructing me to call the agent ASAP. So I did as I was told (obedient, I am) and one thing lead to another, and before I knew what was happening, I said yes to a lease somewhere far, far, away up north.
So I’m still in the process of moving (I’m doing it in stages) and that’s one thorn in my side that I can’t wait to get out of the way because I hate being in limbo. Being disoriented, jetlagged AND moving house has made me a sick, grumpy Frou last. I even committed friendship faux pas by nearly forgetting Dailytoe’s burday which happens to be TODAY (Happy Birthday my dearest BFF!!!!!!!!!!!) I had sent her something but I haven’t heard from her yet so I think my homing pigeon has gotten lost. Hmm…
Anyway, I have been raring to blog about my Europe trip but that is one just hell of a hectic action packed trip that I don’t even know where to begin so I should just focus on the highlights:
- I saw the (zzz) Maneken Pissing Boy and ate an awfully sinful Belgian waffles dripping with rich chocolate sauce in the middle of Brussels Grand Square
- Living at The Queen’s husband’s farm house with a horse, ducks, chickens and 2 extremely jumpy dogs.
- I spent 3 very romantic days in Barcelona with The Queen. We roamed the entire city (on foot! I never walked this much in my life!) admiring Gaudi and buying out Mango and Desigual. We had yummy tapas every meal and even waltz in the rain by the sea in search of paella. We stayed at in a dorm at a cute backpacker’s inn where I supposedly cosied up to The Queen by dry humping her every morning as a morning call (She is getting married for goodness sake. She needs to know what she’ll be missing! :P )
- I lived on a houseboat (called Woonboot Ines, a fully equipped 2 bedroom house on waters) in Ghent with Empress Bao and a couple of my old hometown friends and it was an absolute riot. Empress Bao had the foresight to transport a cartload of food (sausages, cheese, Riesling ,chocolates, mee hoon and LOH MAI KAI!) all the way from Frankfurt so I was seriously fed, pampered and cared for like a happy little kitten by the Empress on the boat. Meow!
Pic 1: The houseboat, Pic 2: View FROM the houseboat.
- I spent a day in Antwerp with The Queen’s family – unfortunately we visited the wrong part of town so I didn’t quite see the fashion capital although we did manage to see the (slightly dodgy) diamond district.
- I spent a day in Brugge with my houseboat mates and we had a lot of fun exploring the history of Belgium and going on canal cruise through the city on water.
- Mussels…..Frites…. Belgian chocolates….Beer…..Waffles….Waterzooi! (Yes I ate like a pig the entire week. The Man was in hiding when I came out of the arrival gate in Singapore. He wanted to “quietly check” if I have turned Michelin Man from my endless eating in Europe so that he can make a quick exit if I did. PS: He has a fat phobia.)
- We took a 7 hour drive across France from Belgium to Geneva amidst rain, traffic jam and fog. We drove through valleys and pine trees.The scenery is gorgeous – like those 90s cigarette ads e.g. Salem High Countries.
- Last but not least, preparing for and executing THE QUEEN’S ROYAL WEDDING where I was her official brideslave.
I receive a dozen thank you roses last Saturday from the Queen. The message in the card reads: “What will I do without you? Nothing!”
That was a very mild reproduction of the conversation between The Queen and myself during her wedding night at around 2.30am. What actually happened:
Scene: The Frou holding The Queen’s wedding tiara in one hand, and the Queen’s head in the other while she is facedown a toilet bowl with a finger down her throat.
The Queen: *wailing while throwing up* I love you Frou!!!
Frou: Shut up and throw up.
The Queen: *flings about* What will I do without youuuuuuu????
Frou: *trying to keep her still* GRRR! NOTHING! You are capable of NOTHING without me.
(Oh well, you know, I love you. Congratulations my best friend! Thanks for making me a part of your beautiful wedding :D)
3 comments:
nice post! looks like you had an awesome time in europe. who's houseboat is that?
It belongs to this belgian guy who rents it out as a holiday accomodation. Check ou this link to see what the inside looks like!
http://www.boatandbreakfast.be/verhuur_nl.html
Actually, I don't miss your dry humping me...starfish what....but I do miss our romantic walks.....in the rain somemore.......:)
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