Had a family reunion-cum-hangout session at my aunt’s hotel room in Fairmont Hotel this evening.
Decent place, lovely view and the toilet was like whoa – white, classy and modern. Cousins settled on the bed with their eyes glued to the television set, while the adults settled at a nearby table for a round of cards.
That was when I decided to use the toilet. (For obvious reasons.)
Closed the door, latched it, did whatever I had to do, washed hands and then proceeded to unlock the door and get out.
The last two steps failed.
Stupid door refused to unlock. The stupid latch was jammed in place.
That was when I yelped, and sent everyone outside scurrying over to the toilet door. (At least, that was what I thought – because all of a sudden, I heard a lot of talking and footsteps outside my door.)
Then, I heard Aunty Olive yell.
“OH SHIT! I FORGOT TO TELL BRENDA NOT TO LOCK THE DOOR! THE LOCK IS SPOILT!”
Now, she tells me.
More murmurings could be heard from outside and I heard that apparently – my cousin David had been locked in this very same bathroom in the afternoon, and all efforts at prying the door open using normal means failed. Engineers had to be called in to force the door open with a screwdriver.
My Uncles then began using metal spoons to open the door in a similar fashion – but failed. The stupid door just refused to open.
Housekeeping was called to report the issue.
Ten minutes later, no one had arrived and I was starting to get really agitated. (Yes, I know that the toilet is all modern and classy and all, but I wouldn’t like to be stuck there for an extended period of time with nothing to do except for when I need to have a good shit, thank you.)
Uncles continued to fiddle with the door, and even my mum and my grandmother attempted to have a go at attempting to open the door. Of course – likewise, all attempts failed.
Housekeeping was called again.
Still, no one arrived. Those bums were taking their own sweet time to tend to this issue.
Cousin David attempted to keep me company from outside the door (and likewise, also attempting to pry the lock loose), but it’s hard to have a normal conversation with someone when you can’t even see his face. (Perhaps the same reason why I hate phone conversations.)
Then, one of my relatives dialed for the manager.
The doorbell rang within five minutes. More footsteps were heard as my relatives scurried over to the door. Then, I heard someone jiggling the handle, sounds of scraping metal and the next thing I knew – the door flew open.
Unfortunately, that’s not the end of the story.
Reliving some memories with my cousins during our annual family trips several years back. (Yes folks, I keep my own travel journal.)
In the lingerie department of a departmental store at Genting Highlands:
“Don’t forget to buy your B-String underwear!”
“You can floss your teeth with it!”
Standing in line at a roller coaster ride when we were suddenly hit by a peculiar, familiar smell:
“David, you bang pui (farted) again, is it?”
“Uh? No?” (Coupled with a look that was a little too innocent.)
“But it smells like your fart’s smell!”
“Yah! So strong! I can even smell the fragrance from here!”
I miss those days. I doubt I can find them anymore. :(
All of us have grown up. Well, most of us. One is in National Service, another has entered Polytechnic (so we now have clashing vacation periods) and the last one has his head buried in books due to his impending major examinations.
What used to be a twice-thrice yearly affair has now dwindled to nearly naught. The last time we’ve all travelled together had been two years ago.
And to those who were constantly wondering where I’ve gotten my toilet humour tendencies from, I guess this entry says it all!
More hysterics hidden inside.
Well, it’s no secret by now that I’m crazy over cupcakes.
Been baking them since five months ago, and slowly perfecting them – first working on the taste, then the texture and finally, the shape. I guess I’ve more or less mastered the art of ‘removing the cupcakes from the oven at the correct time so that they don’t collapse‘ since I obtain cupcakes with nicely rounded surfaces almost 100% of the time these days.
Decided to bake a batch of cupcakes for my close friends who are still in the midst of their exams, as a way to cheer them on. Because this batch was special, I decided to go one step further and attempted making some frosting.
A nice fluffy mixture of dark chocolate and melted butter did the trick just fine. Heck to all those elaborate frosting recipes I’ve seen lurking around the internet. Mine tastes just as good, if not better. Rich and creamy. Mmmmm.
And … TA-DAAH!
These are Oreo cookies and cream cupcakes topped with dark chocolate butter frosting and rainbow sprinkles, less then five minutes after they were completed.
I’ve placed them in the refrigerator, and the frosting has hardened to form a crisp chocolate shell. Now, that is what I call yummy!