3.32pm 23 Aug 2006 Wednesday
Eeks. The online Physics class doesn't seem like such a good idea after all but it's too late to back out. Just ordered an at-home kit which I'm supposed to use to do the labs. Dang it! I thought it was all theoretical. And it cost me more than a hundred buckeroos!
So much for short cuts...
Anyway. Back to more important musings like my wonderful holiday in Germany where I visited my lovely H. (I swear I must be PMS-y since I'm swinging from one mood to the next so quickly)
Our first weekend after being apart for 1 month was spent with his parents in Wendtorf, which would have been fine, if not for the fact that we needed time to readjust to each other. Unfortunately neither of us had forseen that so it ended up being somewhat awkward, although I've to admit that it did get us into a routine of sorts, since his parents' place followed a rather predictable schedule.
If I had to condense my recent trip to Germany into 1 word, it is without a doubt "fruit".
We walked to his father's garden and stopped for scrumptious blackberries, immensely sour plums and unripe apples. When we were at his garden, his father reached over to the neighbour's unkempt yard for some incredibly ripe and flavourful raspberries. After that, H and I were inspired to go fruit hunting and discovered a long blackberry hedge in Wilhemshaven, although the fruit was nowhere as good. We also stopped to take a look at a plum tree on the way to badminton, and boy were we glad that we did - the plum was succulent, sweet, and had a rich taste I presume you can only get from a wild grown fruit.
I can still remember sinking my teeth into the plump nectarines his mum bought - H always insists on cutting the fruit up, which I admit makes it easier to eat, but part of the novelty IS having fruit juice dribbling down your chin and fingers. Ooh and those yummy cherries we had doubted because the cherry season should have been over... Dang it. We should have bought everything the lady had! The cherries were ripe but not soft, and extremely juicy and sweet. Yummmmy!
But now I'm back into the land of fake fruits, where nectarines are rock hard, sour, "siap siap" (which roughly means acidic in Teochew, a Chinese dialect) and have a waxy appearance; where blueberries/ raspberries/ blackberries cost a bomb but are nowhere as nice as the ones we pick ourselves; and the kiwis are disappointingly sour and hard, despite being allowed to ripen on the counter for several days.
Sigh. That's the closest I think I'll ever get to my Enid Blyton induced dream of picking blackberries and eating them until my face is grimy with its sticky juice, and then falling asleep, only to dream of pixies, elves and goblins dancing around me.
Unless we grow our own blackberry/ raspberry hedge and plum tree and all those goodies when we have a pretty cottage by the lake... I think I might be overindulging in those dreams in effort to stay away from the reality of applying for my internship, which is coming up realllly quickly.
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