Cringe!

I've been in a relationship for almost a year and a half now, but I've never took the time to actually write about it and share any stories about the relationship in my blog, due to my tendency to be a very private person when it comes to the really personal matters :p. That's not gonna change today though!

But here's a little dedication to Awi, who's stayed with me all this time through thick and thin, and through the best and the worst of situations.

We never really got to celebrate a year's worth of happy accidents and goofy situations, Awi, due to the simple fact that we're doing this long-distance thing, which I'm only just getting the hang of.

So, to commemorate our 16th month of togetherness, I give this to you.

The Best Of: Aisya and Awi's Happy Accidents and Goofy Situations (Part One).

My first proper encounter with Awi's mother wasn't exactly sugary and sweet. In fact, it was actually quite masam and pahit and actually quite gross, come to think of it. It was pretty damn embarrassing.

I went to his house one evening because he didn't have time to send me home, since his brother was in hospital and he had to send his mother to see him. So I had to follow them.

So there I was, walking aroud his home sweet home to play with his adorable cats and have a bit of food, (since his mother insisted), while waiting for his mother (right) to get ready. I was as nervous as heck, (which girl wouldn't be at their first meeting with her prospect mother-in-law?) but I tried acting confident by keeping a smile on my face and sitting with my back poker-straight. Finally, when it was time to go, we left the place and got into the car.

As I made myself comfortable at the back seat of the car, Awi's mother, who sat at the front passenger seat, handed me a small pile of newspapers.

'Nah,' she said, holding the papers out to me.

I took them.

'Duduk atas surat khabar tu,' she continued as I took the papers from her.

'Oh, kenapa?' I asked in confuzzlement. I was so nervous at this point, that I thought I was going to have a panic attack and shrivel into the foetal position, despite the fact that she had a very sweet, small voice, and spoke in a very friendly, motherly manner.

'Bocor tu,' she replied. 'Nanti terkena kerusi kereta ni.'

It took at full five seconds for me to process what she had said, and when my brain finally comprehended Awi's mother's words, I nearly cried in embarrassment.

'Kenapa tak tukar (sanitary) pad kat rumah tadi?' she asked as I shifted in my seat to see how bad the damages on my clothes were. VERY BAD. Large maroon patches around the bottom half of my white blouse.

'Sebab tadi baru je saya tukar!' I replied, panicking and mumbling 'oh no!' under my breath. My cheeks felt prickly, and pearls of sweat formed on my forehead.

I pictured myself walking around Awi's house earlier. Past his younger brother who's only two years younger than myself. Past his many neighbours, a few of which I had stood in front of in the elevator... One of them had stared at my rear end, and I thought he was being a perv! Oh, the shame!

I fought the urge to roll into the foetal position, and sat in quiet embarrassment throughout the rest of the journey to the hospital, wondering what objects in the car could be used to perform Hara Kiri.

I'd have been crazy to follow Awi (left) and his mother into the hospital looking like someone had shot me in the arse with a lethal weapon, so I volunteered to stay in the car, still feeling mighty embarrassed at how crap my first impression to Awi's mother must've turned out to be. But before Awi got out of the car to follow his mother into the hospital, he gave me a comforting smile and said, 'relax la. It's normal. No big deal.'

And that made me feel a million times better. :)

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So here we were on our first trip to Putrajaya together, cruising along the very clean, palm-tree lined roads of the new Federal Teritory in Awi's brother's Proton Wira, singing along to (I think it must've been) The Killers, when we had to stop at a traffic light because it was, well, red. After waiting patiently for at least a good five minutes, the lights turned amber, and then, obviously, green.

Just as he was about to speed down the almost-empty roads, Awi realised that the car couldn't move. Something had caused the accelaration pedal to jam, and so we were stuck there, right in front of the traffic lights. And the car was in a certain position that didn't really make it easy for other drivers to drive past us.

Not knowing who to contact, since the car wasn't registered with AAM, Awi (who's very good at handling things during tough situations where I would usually panic,) made a very wise decision to call the police. They came ten minutes later, and with their help, they called some people to help tow the car away.

But the tow truck took at least an hour to get to us, so we spent the time chatting to the police, who helped keep traffic under control, since we caused quite a large traffic jam that stretched at least a mile from where we were. After about 15 minutes of waiting, we got pretty bored, so we decided to entertain some of the drivers who looked pretty pissed off by putting on a couple of performances.

The first performance involved me acting dead, with my left arm sticking out of the window, my head lolled over to one side, and my eyes rolled backwards. That lasted three minutes before I realised how illogical it was for me to die in a car crash, when the car I was in didn't even have a scratch on it.

The next performance was a solo act by Awi, who played the 'Illegal Immigrant' role convincingly by crouching down on the curb next to the police with a slightly evil-but-remorseful expression on his very Indonesian-looking face (left).

Thank God the tow truck arrived right after that performance, because I was getting pretty tired of all the drama and the occasional immaturity we like to dabble in during times of stress and grave seriousness. So the tow truck came and it was a blessing, really, because after securing the car onto the truck, we were given a tour around Putrajaya in the comfort of our very own towed car. We just sat back in our seats as we got towed to the nearest workshop, which took about half an hour to get to.

It was a pretty expensive tour though, we had to pay RM50 for the tour alone, and another somewhat large amount to get the car fixed. But who cares? It was a memorable trip.

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So there you have it. Part One of The Best Of: Aisya and Awi's Happy Accidents and Goofy Situations. I'll write Part Two soon, but now, I have to pack my stuff, because I'll be off to Cherating tomorrow to start that backpacking trip! Woohoo!

To Awi, hope we have more happy accidents and goofy moments together, cuz they're the best things that could ever happen to us! Lol!

Lots of love,

from Me.