Day 1: Arrival in Cairns

10.22pm arrival. Jetlagged but all tiredness disappeared when I saw Hero waiting for me. Cliché! Cliché!

He was standing in a menacing position in between two vending machines. I burst out laughing and went “hiding? You blend in really well.” That was the beginning of our reunion. Hero later told me that a Qantas flight landed about half an hour before I arrived, and he watched til the last person took the last luggage from the luggage line. He said he was disappointed, thinking I missed my flight. Although I find it very amusing that my man apparently forgot what I told him 3 hours before (“I’m flying JetStar”), I find it touching that he felt sad thinking I missed my flight. Tee hee hee hee!

The drive home was nice, lots of laughter and gossiping.

Pulled up at the driveway of his unit and it took my breath away…my man’s unit have a magnificent lake view! Woo hoo!

Spent the rest of the night opening kitchen cupboards and kitchen closet, inspecting cutleries, and checking the fridge. It’s a ritual. Remember. I’m a  and the first thing that a Stepford Wife do is getting familiar with her kitchen.

Day 2: The Stepford Wife: Biker version

Woke up at 5.00am, Hero in the shower. Contemplated going back to sleep but dragged self out of bed anyway. Pulled a random sweater…turns out to be one of the bikers sweater. So I woke up being all gangsta with the word “I built my own chopper!” loudly on the shirt. Cos remember, I’m a Delinquent-Rebel Stepford Wife, in leather jacket and heeled boots.

Put on my apron cos a Stepford Wife doth not travel without apron. Cranked up the stove and pop in two ham steaks in the pan. Pop in four slices of bread in the toaster. Fried onions with the ham steaks. Sliced tomatoes. Oh yeah, it’s all happening! Even I am starting to wake up at the magnificent breakfast smell. Hero came out fully dressed, chuckling at the sight. No doubt the clash with my badass sweater and my feminine apron. I looked like a confused soul, no doubt. Assembled sandwich.

Now realize my error. This being Hero’s temporary accommodation and this being the first time since he’s been away that someone is packing lunch for him, understandably he didn’t have any sort of containers or brown bag for me to put the sandwich in. My biker persona came out as I curse inwardly. Waking up at 5am to make lunch for him, and he’s not even able to have it!

Stroke of genius at 6am in the morning…wrap it with Gladwrap, duh. Being the very generous soul I am, I gave him only one and saved the other one for myself. Because a Stepford Wife need energy for the rest of the day…

…and went back to bed til 11am. Uh.

Head to the nearby Internet café to book my flight home, and to buy some stuffs for dinner. Came home, found out that Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest was on so sat on my fat butt to watch it.

Then danced madly to MTV (amen cable TV!) while I chopped and seasoned and cooked dinner cos I’m a Popstar Stepford Wife, that’s what. Dinner was fried rice and coke chicken. If you think that sounds weird, obviously that’s because you haven’t had coke chicken yet! Pat myself in the back and waited for Hero to come home.

He applauds my dinner and I’m a happy camper. He bought a 4WD map book and we pored on it for a while. Found out how to read distance on maps, woo hoo! While he showered, I stole the book and naturally turned to the section about cooking while camping. Very, very, very interesting. Discuss preliminary ideas about road trips and decide we will try a 1-2 day trip and see how that goes before attempting any ambitious ones.

Hero fell asleep on the couch while I still inspected the 4WD book. Made a mental note to learn camping and outdoor cooking.

Channel flipped and caught Xplosion Super Fights on FoxSports. Woke Hero up because kickboxing and muay thai is his favourite sport. Honestly, being with this guy has given me a taste of violent sports. We were excited when Nathan Corbett came in but was quickly disappointed. On the 28^th second, Corbett’s opponent slipped and landed on his elbow, effectively breaking his arm. Corbett won the match by technical knockout. Spewing! And here was Hero and I cheering loudly because we expected a good fight!

A brief debate between us on whether the Meik guy broke his arm from Corbett’s elbowing (Hero’s position) or because he slipped (mine). Obviously since Corbett won by TKO, I won the debate. The playback showed that Corbett’s was elbowing Meik but it wasn’t that close or strong enough to warrant bone breaking.

Watched young Thor Hoopman’s fight. He trains under John Wayne Parr and that alone should be a big pressure for him to win. Poor guy didn’t win, but ONLY because of the points. He almost won if the last minute hit was counted as a knockdown by the judge but it wasn’t. A brief debate between us again on whether it was a knockout (Hero’s position) or a slip (mine). Playback showed a knockout so Hero won, but the judges judged the fights based on points anyway on the merit that he might have slipped (so overall, I won, hehehehehehe!). Still, we thought it was cool the way Thor Hoopman fought and was still standing despite looking a bit woozy from all this bleeding.

And guess what John Wayne Parr named his son?

Jesse James.

Seriously, famous people sometimes…

Hero pointed out something that I realized long time ago: that most prominent kickboxers here hails from the Gold Coast.

Now what does that tells you?

That the Gold Coast have some straight on, sexy as hell dudes who, if they aren’t blond haired blue eyed sexy sculpted body specimen surfers, they are sexy badass tight bodied kickboxers.

And dude, I’m moving there in two months time. Am I cool or what? Hehehe!

To be continued…