Birthday Guy
I believe none of you have been with a guy you can't totally communicate with....here's a surprise. Communication ain't everything in a relationship. Being with Dominique for these few days made me feel very much like Nicole Kidman in Birthday Girl, where she was a mail order bride who spoke not a word of English. Although I can get by with my poor french, it's still very difficult to hold a decent conversation with someone who speaks no english at all and slurrrs his french. But still, he's really sweet and caring, totally trusting a total stranger really touched me. Where can you find someone who will leave a key to his/ her house to a total stranger in Malaysia?
Anyway, more about new discovery.... After the entire day of walking, we went back to chez Dom (Dom's place) and while he take a nap, I went and did a very Malaysian thing. I took a shower. For the French, they typically take a shower in the moning, and.... err...basically that's it. They only bathe once, no wonder they are the pioneer in the perfumarie business. After that, we proceeded to buy du pain, du vin and un gâteau (bread, wine and a cake) enroute to chez Ricky, a friend from Kota Bahru who has been in France for a long time and at the moment, planning on opening a restaurant with his hubby. We had a petite soirée there together with Imran, a Singaporean who did Political Sc. in Paris a couple of years ago and who was back here to do his master after his obligotory service back in Singapore. After that, Imran suggested that we go out, and we went to café Cargo at rue de Lombards, which was taken up by the Long Yang Association, Paris Chapter. On arrival, we pay the cover charge and also a fee for the coatroom, I've always wanted to do that... checking in the coat on arrival in a club. After that, we went down and down to where, as how Emmette Honeycut puts it, the gay thumpa-thumpa is. Finally I am in a club with a backroom (I didn't make a visit into it by the way, just not my scene and people there are papi/ grannies. The atmosphere is great but the music and the crowd kinda suck. Very different from Club Raid (Tell you guys more about that the next time around)...anyway,
Cute puppies and kittens in a pet shop on the way to buyu the cake (This is for Amy and my Goddess)
From left to right: Olivier, Dominique, Imran and Ricky
As you can see from the photo, the bottles of intoxicating liquid that the french consume... c'est beaucoup, hein!
The plat principal or main course, roti de la cuisse d'agneau English translation= roasted lamb shank
The dessert, Mousse de baies... YUMMYLICIOUS!!!!
Photo taken while waiting for the metro
The above pictures are taken at the club. More to come, Eiffel Tower, Raidd Club, where the bartenders, one by one, will take his shower on the hour in a glass paneled cubicle and LE LOUVRE!!
Anyway, more about new discovery.... After the entire day of walking, we went back to chez Dom (Dom's place) and while he take a nap, I went and did a very Malaysian thing. I took a shower. For the French, they typically take a shower in the moning, and.... err...basically that's it. They only bathe once, no wonder they are the pioneer in the perfumarie business. After that, we proceeded to buy du pain, du vin and un gâteau (bread, wine and a cake) enroute to chez Ricky, a friend from Kota Bahru who has been in France for a long time and at the moment, planning on opening a restaurant with his hubby. We had a petite soirée there together with Imran, a Singaporean who did Political Sc. in Paris a couple of years ago and who was back here to do his master after his obligotory service back in Singapore. After that, Imran suggested that we go out, and we went to café Cargo at rue de Lombards, which was taken up by the Long Yang Association, Paris Chapter. On arrival, we pay the cover charge and also a fee for the coatroom, I've always wanted to do that... checking in the coat on arrival in a club. After that, we went down and down to where, as how Emmette Honeycut puts it, the gay thumpa-thumpa is. Finally I am in a club with a backroom (I didn't make a visit into it by the way, just not my scene and people there are papi/ grannies. The atmosphere is great but the music and the crowd kinda suck. Very different from Club Raid (Tell you guys more about that the next time around)...anyway,
Cute puppies and kittens in a pet shop on the way to buyu the cake (This is for Amy and my Goddess)
From left to right: Olivier, Dominique, Imran and Ricky
As you can see from the photo, the bottles of intoxicating liquid that the french consume... c'est beaucoup, hein!
The plat principal or main course, roti de la cuisse d'agneau English translation= roasted lamb shank
The dessert, Mousse de baies... YUMMYLICIOUS!!!!
Photo taken while waiting for the metro
The above pictures are taken at the club. More to come, Eiffel Tower, Raidd Club, where the bartenders, one by one, will take his shower on the hour in a glass paneled cubicle and LE LOUVRE!!