1. A member of a fabulous or prehistoric race of people that lived in caves, dens, or holes
2. A person considered to be reclusive, reactionary, out of date, or brutish

1 chalet. 2 large cans of beer. 3 fire starters. 4 beds. 5 a.m. 6 happily barbecuing. 7 cups lying around. 8 pieces of chicken. 9 went crazy. 10 sitting happily. 11 p.m. show. 12 countdown. Infinite amount of memories brought home in my white billabong bag.

Chalet was a total blast! It was hell fun! Fun not because there were a lot of people. Fun not because everyone were there. Fun not because there were a lot of things to play with. Fun not because everybody helped out in everything. Fun not because we slept really late and ended up waking bloody early. It was fun because we were back to the carefree days where we could simply sit by the barbeque pit and talk whole night. It was fun because I asked peiyun the magical question. It was fun because I was almost getting high on beer. It was fun because we all suan-ed each other like in the past. It was fun because all the nice friends were there. It was fun because we barbequed the whole night long.

Right, as usual, peiyun never fails to earn herself a nickname everytime when we gather. See la ape, I ask you to cut your hair you don't want, now people call you ah du, you happy liao la! Hello~he bi zai xiang jian. Alright then back to the barbecuing session where we all had various roles. So now, I am the charcoal department thanks to my black complexion so yes, I am practically keeping the fire alive throughout the night. Next on, weitai is the hotdogs department. Really damn no skill I tell you, the sausages are like filled with bubbles and turned out being swollen at one end which they think it looks a tad like a big head. I had reckon so too. Then Huiru being the tongs woman. Okay! Tongs not as in G-string but you know, the tongs that you use to handle food. Christie the entertainer was practically switching from one role to the other throughout the whole night. No sense of identity here. Yunsheng the slacker who just slacked the whole night. Now right on to the main person, peiyun. You see, ah du being ah du, ah du being the oh-so-famous singer need to have some really easy jobs on hand. As such, peiyun is the miss honey-margarine (mi tang nai you mei). Hahaha. Please do admit that name is rather inept for peiyun but it sounds really nice and not forgetting corny. Okay, so basically peiyun just apply honey and margarine on the sausages, prawns and chicken. You've guessed it from the word honey. Halfway through applying the honey on one of the chicken, peiyun striked up with the idea of singing Wang Xin Ling's song titled HONEY HONEY! Bloody shit, why can't she just think of better songs to sing man. So like I say, maybe ah du have an illicit affair with wang xin ling...who knows right? Hello~he bi zai xiang jian....

At 12, we counted down to Christmas day with our neighbours. It was really rowdy but nice. I love every single moment that I was in the chalet not because I am willing to pay for the price but that we were reliving the moments just like what we shared 2 years ago in Manjusri. We were talking like there's no tomorrow just like 2 years back in Manjusri. The only difference is that there isn't any tomorrow anymore. We are back on our own path again today. Sweet times are always short and that sweet times doesn't come often. I embrace every moment spent talking to huiru, christie and peiyun because it comes as a console knowing that chris and ape are okay with each other again. It comes as a console that they are talking and joking with each other again. This is perhaps one of the happiest days in my life.

Anyway, I'm back to sleep again because I totally cannot stand opening my eyes anymore, I am dead beat.

Snowflakes...my pretty little snowflakes....

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