Sizzling beach bums.

Woke up on Sunday morning at the farm, and got a message from some friends. We had plans to celebrate another friend's birthday that evening, and they wanted to go to the beach in the afternoon. Since my place is just beside the beach, I asked them to come over to mine to do the beach-y stuff, thereafter wash up at my place and go for dinner.

 

We got back from the farm at about 11am, my friends were coming at 1pm, sweet! Anyway, here are some of the beach shots.

 

4 beach bums.

 

2 beach bums.

 

Drop that!

The water was warm and nice! It hasn't been this nice and warm since many moons ago. This chubby friend of mine wanted to go into the water, but he did not bring extra underwear. So he devised a plan to wrap a towel around him, take off his shorts, then his underwear, and wear his shorts back on, all in full view of us and everyone who walked by. The wind was making his towel flap everywhere, and my friend said she saw something! Haha. Too bad he did not have any major wardrobe malfunction.

 

We stayed on the beach til about 4pm, then went to my place to wash up. Here's shots taken after everyone's nice and clean, about to leave for dinner.

 

Nice and clean.

 

The magnum look.

 

Kiss me.

 

What's with the plunging neckline.

For dinner, we went to Sizzler, which was just a short drive from my place. The rest of the gang met up with us at the restaurant. It was quite a big group of us, 9 altogether, and we queued for almost 45 mins before getting our table! The selection of mains was rather limited, some of us decided to just go for the salad bar. I ordered a sizzling garlic prawn with some risotto thing that they were promoting as the side. The risotto turned out to be crap! I thought it tasted like baby food, and my friend spat them out after giving it a try. Hehe.

 

Sizzzzzzzzzler.

 

Queuing.

 

Yes, slap her.

 

Birthday girl.

 

Posing with presents.

 

Smiley faces and filled stomachs.

Overall, it was a nice celebration, and I greatly enjoyed the company of such fun and loving friends. The birthday girl presents consist of a $140 pacific fair shopping voucher, earrings and an edible bottle of chocolate champagne, which we all shared. We capped off the weekend with a nice sweet cheesecake for desserts. Thank you for the wonderful weekend!

 

Last week of school! Hooray!

Aussie farm.

Yesterday, I got a glimpse of how it is like to stay on a farm. My housemate and neighbour downstairs invited me to the place they grew up, which is about half an hour away, in New South Wales. The occasion was a going away party for my neighbour's sister, who will be going to Malaysia for training, for 3 months. My housemate and neighbour literally grew up next to each other. Their dads are sugar cane farmers, with huge acres of land infront and behind their houses, which is about 200 metres away from each other. We reached there at about 6pm, with two cartons of beer and a bottle of bundy rum. The party has already started!

 

Sign of things to come?

 

Foyer.

 

Put your hands up!

 

He's mine!

 

Sweet sisters.

 

Happy family.

The party was great! There was great food, aussie barbie with sausages, steak and meat patties, with lots of booze going around. I got to meet and talk with members from both families, their friends and relatives too. My housemate's little brother, 15 years old, and his band were providing entertainment, they are very into punk rock kind of music. There was even a campfire at the side, to keep things nice and warm.

 

Let me touch you.

 

Kiddy band.

 

Fire!

Being a farm, you can pee anywhere you like. And of course, I peed anywhere I like! Haha. Reminds me of my time in the army, peeing anywhere and anyhow, mostly in the bushes though. I took this shot of the house, after I peed, which I feel is very nice. There's the band playing in the middle, and the fire at the side.

 

Colourful ambience.

Then the drunkards took over the mic, neighbour was doing her fire twirling thing too. We continued drinking into the night, gathering around the fire til about 2am, before I went to sleep in a nice tent that they have prepared. The tent was huge, and surprisingly comfy and fantastic! It is definitely the best outfield sleeping experience I've ever had.

 

Housemate and dad.

Drink up!

Massive cleavage.

Twirl twirl.

Beat it!

Are my mammaries comfy?

Group hug, everyone.

The silly things people do when they get high-ish.

 

Scandalous.

Mini fire!

Don't burn your hair!

You want these melons?

The Farm Boys makes a good band name, doesn't it?

Neighbour and mum.

In the morning, I woke up to this.

 

Ball games, anyone?

Cane fields.

Mount Warning.

Fields lined by mountain ranges.

Where I peed last night.

Sugar mill.

Wide open fields of green.

The scenery is simply stunning. There is a sense of peace in the land, and the air is just, special. You never get to see wide open fields in Singapore, no less wide open fields lined by mountains and extinct volcanos. My housemate's family is so hospitable. We had breakfast, made by housemate's mum, and after that her dad took us on a tour around the farm.

 

Housemate's home.

Mum making breakfast.

Mum making more breakfast.

Get off the panda!

Slap that ass.

Morning glory.

Housemate's dad showed us his enormous shed (envy of 99% of Aussie males), where he builds heavy machinery. He also took us out to the cane fields, and showed us his 12 metre long vintage boat (no photos as my camera ran out of battery).

 

Tool shed.

Boat motor.

Big tractors.

I thoroughly enjoyed myself on this farm life experience, and I am truly blessed with great hospitality from both families. Thank you so much for this wonderful experience which I will remember for life. Now, I think I want to be a farmer when I retire.