Definitely one of my favourite signs since I have been here: APPLE CAKE! Two words that they definitely need more of here, especially when they are together.
So we went to IKEA for meatballs yesterday - although I ended up having salmon with new potatoes :) - and I not only had Apple cake (omnomnom!) but I had CHEESECAKE as well! HOMNOMNOMNOMNOM! It was so good.
Definitely the best dessert consumed this side of Heathrow.
After food we goofed around in IKEA for an hour or two:
Then after IKEA we split up, those who were going to Penang and those who weren't. We said our farewells, exchanged custody of the three cacti (Matt, Rachel and Beth) and the orchid (Princess Julia) and went our separate ways.
Those of us who stayed behind went to a bar for drinks AND went to a cafe called Little Penang Kafe which totally counts!!!
And then we headed home...
As we were walking towards the car one of the malay kids mentioned to me that we should keep reminding the guy giving Sam and I a lift back to campus to drive safely.
A malay person said that.
So Sam and I exchanged looks and silently decided to get a lift back with the other driver. When we got to the cars however everyone had already divied up into lift shares and there was no room for us in the other car so we went with the orginal guy.
Mushamir got in the front passenger seat and Sam and I got in the back. And instantly fell backwards because the seats were angled like Lazyboy arm chairs.The two seats, might I add, because this was a four seater car!
Again, looks were exchanged, then we both simultaneously swung around onto our knees to dig for our seatbelts. Which was very naive of us because of course there weren't any. But the door locks worked, we were assured.
It was all we could do to laugh!
After a few scrabbling minutes and several increasingly disbelieving looks we lay back down and I began to think of survival tactics for a car crash:
I had my window open (in case I needed to get out quickly), I had one arm braced, casually, against the door (to push away from the floor/hold onto the door handle if we rolled - I could lose the arm and still survive I reasoned) and I was leaning far enough away from the side of the car to feel safe yet not be catapulted through the windscreen if we needed to stop (lol).
The boy driving also said how his car battery wasn't great, that it "lagged" and might cut out at any minute. After which Mushamir pointed out that his fuel gauge was almost empty.
Both of which I found delightful.
We heard him and Mushamir talking about the route home:
"Do you want the safe one or the quick one?" the driver asked, but they were then interrupted by a very impressive demonstration of the lack of suspension in the car as we drove over what felt like a kerb in the middle of the motorway.
To which the driver said "I have suspension." Then seeing Mushamir's face exclaimed "WHAT?!?! It's a cheap car!"
Much laughter was had by all and, needless to say, we got back fine.
On a different note I got LOADS of work done today and went out for some great chinese food with Phoebe, Felicia and Mushamir.
Successful 24 hours I'd say old chaps!