Entries for November, 2005

November 7, 2005

misfits misfits Posted at 10:56 PM There are 1001 things I'd bitch and whine about this country, down to its culture, right down to my own culture itself. - like how children are suppose to respect elders unconditionally. (the element in advantage-taking by old people.) - like how they have the stereo-type line of, "anak-anak dara angkat hidang, duduk dapur basuh pinggan..." (I made it specifically understandable to a few how insulting the term dara is when used like that a couple of years back. how I don't mind helping out with kitchen work whenever we balik kampung but newsflash, I have a NAME. and ever since, no more from anyone.) - like how when you go visiting some far-off distant relative you've probably not met since the Byzantine and they go, "Mana yang sulong tu?....oh, dah besar dah, haa. Tak lama lagi dapat lah menantu, iye? *giggles*". (um, hello?.....what am I a walking bride-ad?! for sobbing out loud.....go live back in the bloody 15-hundreds then when you get to swing on a tree-branch singing "I wanna marry a prince! Where's my Javan Prince I've waited for so long?!..." at the top of your throats, and then your prince with his hulubalang-hulubalang and Orang-orang Kaya will ride on their horses to you all the way from some legendary Gunung to propose to you. Ignoramouses.) Ancient, much? Hell.....yeah! Some of them at least. But even still, sometimes I find myself gladly bowing down to a certain Malay traits that keep my feet lower than air at least. Sometimes I amaze myself with how much knowledge I have of traditional food and rites and the heritage on the whole compared to some who've probably been here longer to have known way much more. Sometimes when being asked to explain things helps me to feel better about being Malay. Like how only yesterday I taught Sam how to eat lemang with hands and she liked my baju kebaya so much that I was made to promise that we'll go have mine and her first one made together next year. Sweetness! Lol. Eid might not have been supermegabrilliant this year but it's been SOMETHING nonetheless. . I've only just realised how bloody-hell lucky we are compared to some of my neighbours around. And I've only realised that no matter how downright shitty this neighbourhood is and no matter how many times I've been moaning on how "I DON'T KNOW WHY WE'RE HERE..." there've been a purpose all the while. I have a neighbour who gets to serve chicken to her eight children only once every 2 months if fortunate enough. Neighbours with clothes so tattered they reek and whenever they come for kenduris here they turn heads in very unpleasant ways. Only now I know to whom my old clothes that mum asks for once in a while go to. Only now I know who those friends of her's who come once in a while with their children admiring her garden, simply talking outside, laughing, and only now I know what kind of lives they live. The best thing about this eid is that I've learned So much more about my family tree that I've been curious about forever. I've always been jealous of other families who have second cousins and third cousins twice removed by the huge-ass TRIBEFULS and wondered where on God's green earth are my relatives??? So then this grand-aunt was telling about ancient-old ancestors and it's thrilling to know how far the family-tree reaches. I have great-great grand-uncles who lived and died in Mecca, some in Egypt, my ancestors some generations up on mum's side were of Sumatran royalty decent that ran down to the Bugis raden and daeng clans. Wicked neat. Lol. My dad's ancestors were of chinese decent from mainland China, some ancestors were probably original Minagkabaus and God knows what else. I have first cousins once removed old enough to be my parents, my favouritEST uncle's a chinese and Miss Azana's my second cousin by marriage!! Lmao, tiny puny world.... I played CONGKAK with my cousins. =) then relatives from dad's side came over to stay for the weekend and played ROULETTE AND I DID win big bucks of monopoly cash. lol. revelation!! i'm outta the FIAT game. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Am studying particularly hard and have abso-frikkin-lutely flippin'-eck LOOOOOOOADS to want to do in a mere month's time. Jealous much? . Some of them are: - my uncle's gonna reserve his dojo for a whole month training me ju jitsu!!!!!! - am gonna go down to Polo Ground more often to ex-uh-cise!! - movie marathon. you'll find me and hundreds of my others in SCHOOL UNIFORMS at the mall on the 2nd of December.......oh sweet 2nd of Dec...... - take up a sporting game. - tv. - shop. - PAINTPAINTPAINT!!! - sleepovers...... ...and a shitload more. BUT....in the meantime...... ....hmm...wee bit neater than last exam season at least . Ciao bella till next month beautiful people!! Luegos! 2 comments

November 18, 2005

big fat cat big fat cat Posted at 08:19 PM Azimah is my neighbour. If I stand outside the gate and turn 65 degrees to the west I'd see her house but half hidden behind TALL GREEN weeds. But she can see me if I'm 'high' enough within my compound. Lol. about 45 minutes ago, I was expecting her to send me a text that probably would've sounded like this: .....oi minah,...so pe ko wat atas bumbung haa??...(-the heck are ya doing on top of the roof??.... ...but nyet. So here was how things went: Almost 2 hours ago I was in the car on the way home from the library and mum was saying that when she left for a wedding at around noon, BASIL MY FAT CAT was on the roof...AGAIN and last time and the last LAST time somebody had to climb up to get her cos she was too much of a wuss to jump back down herself. But then mum was already late and only hoped she had gotten down then somehow. When the car neared my house I saw a FAT BROWN FLUFF BALL sitting at the very edge of the rooftop and as I got down she was making noise. Stupid cat's been up there for 6 hours. And the sky was already dark and I saw rainclouds. My house is one-storeyed. But once upon a time yonks ago, the original owner of this house had a wife, and the wife wanted to build a house with an upper floor, but her husband didn't want it. Since he loved her so much he built an imitation by building the ceiling fucking high and on top of the flat roof, a sort of a triangular-prismic shaped thingy to make it look like a double-storeyed house. Lol, funny people. So anyway, the roof's HIGH. Then we got the tin ladder out and if I stood on the top-most tier, my rist would reach the edge of the roof, so I tried it. BUT, God-bless, I WAS TOO EFFING SHORT. YES I'M A PUNY MIDGET and it annoys me sometimes. Basil was NOT cooperating. I moved the ladder to the pagola, but the thing was meshed and she was SCARED to jump onto it. So I moved the ladder to the awning and yelled for her again, but it was see-through so she probably could see the floor through it all the way down and was STILL TOO SCARED to jump. Dad wasn't home yet so midget me had to wait standing on the high ladder still in the clothes I've been in since 9 am with my arms on the mossy roof panels sweating like shit, till mum came out with BIGGER ladder so that I could climb onto the roof. Bigger ladder was not a safe ladder. Bigger ladder was made of scruffy plank probably rotting with shards of rusty nails poking out the sides but nevertheless. It was gonna rain soon and STUPID CAT WAS STILL ON ROOF. So I climbed up and gotten splinters in my palms and reached for the top......then my phone in my pocket vibrated twice and I almost TOPPLED down. Then I went up to the flat area and looked around. Doing limbo with telephone cables and stuff. It was all mossy and dirty and I found tennis balls from probably years ago and shutlecocks and tonnes of golf balls. BUT NO FAT CAT. FAT CAT WAS ON THE TRIANGLE-PRISM THING WHICH WAS A GABAZILLION FEET HIGHER. ON THE PEAK! And fat cat refused to come down. She decided to tour the entire space making begging noises. So I had to wait. And I waited and waited and waited and it started to drizzle and I was leaning onto the wall right next to the Astro dish and if a lightning had struck I'dve been cooked. AND I WAITED SOME MORE. So after she finally ORCHARD-STROLLED towards me, I grabbed her tightly and walked towards the ladder. Then I had the problem of getting her down cos she was heavy and I had no more hands to grip onto anything in case I tripped. Mum was in baju kurung so couldn't help. Sometime during my being up there dad got home, and he was inside in the shower, so mum ran in, and I had to wait with fat cat in arms.....again. Then dad came out in shirt and towel only. Lol. and reached for fat cat, then I climbed down. All in half an hour or so. Stupid fat ball of brown fluff. She likes to climb HIGH like kitchen cabinets and everything but always too scared to come down. She's already a mother of four but thinks she's still a little kid running around the house and stuff. Tut tut. I'm still FILTHY. Hands MOSSY AND SPLINTERED. And my reeboks scratched scratched scratched..... So after I was ground, checked phone. Thought messages just now were from Azimah, but nope: 1. weh, ko nk tanye mak ko psl sleepova ke? saje je tanye... Sender: Claytot 2. These are the second pair of wedges my dog has ruined by making me CHASE her. Sender: Francessca ....hmm, I HAD SPLINTERS FOR MY FAT CAT!!.......chasing dog in WEDGES.....tsk. lol. Sacrifices......the things I do for my ADORABLE FAT CAT..... --------------------------------------------------- Talk about sacrifices... Do you know how SUCKY it is missing people? Major-effing-bummer. When you know the person is around somewhere but never seem to be given the chance to bump into. A person I haven't seen in 6 bumble bee years.... About 7 years ago, I followed dad for tennis at this woodland-y place, and found a dead bee by the fence. It was pretty, and full. I brought it to school the next day excited to show Ms. Silverwood. And she told me, that a bee dies after it stings a prey for the first time. It uses so much energy releasing its fluids it kills the poor beauty. I stung. I used up a hell-lot of courage it could almost kill me for this person. Yet I'm....still standing. You know how sucky it is, to go to public places wishing you could probably bump into that person. You go to the mall and see the people the person hangs out with but not THE person. Keep staring at the escalator hoping the person'd somehow suddenly appear. You go to the library for pete's sakes hoping you'd see the person even though you know there's no WAY the person'd be there. ( but NO my main motive was to study with groupie....tsk!) You'd be in special occasions by invitation hoping you'd meet the person. But like you're gonna even talk to the person if you see the person. Last time you were MUTE.... Because it's been long.... 6 bloody bumblebee years..... MY FIRST EXAM WEEK HAS BEEN OKAY IF ANYBODY CARES...... 2 comments

November 20, 2005

i DESPISE needles........PERIOD. i DESPISE needles........PERIOD. Posted at 12:35 PM seriously, animals make my life more colourful. i got rid of the splinters in my palms okay by rubbing them on my hair. lol, traditional style!.......rather than having someone else dig and tug 'em out with a pair of mini tongs.....*shudders* but as soon as i got done with that, the next day (which was yesterday), Siti's Persian cat punched literally bloody HOLES into my right hand. i was giving it somatic love cuddling his beeeeauuuutiful grey fluffness and stroking him and stroking him and stroking him and stroking him still. guess he got annoyed after a while so i let him be and just stroked him on the floor. he walked away tiredly and only after a couple of kitty steps he bounced around, pounced onto my unguarded right hand and did a death-roll with it before letting go and walked away serenely...... it took me by stupor i couldn't even scream with pain seeing such how a goooorgeous and gentle thing would do that. then thed eep punctures in my skin started oozing thick thick bloodness. so i just fear-strickenly showed my bloody hand to Ika who is TERRIFIED of cats before she screamed on my behalf. lol. the last time it happened to me was Blacky's doing a year ago and it was worse because he was angry at the time and his teeth and claws dug deeeeep into my right forearm it left PERMANENT scars on it. but the pain only lasted overnight. this time though looking less serious, it HURTS.....LIKE.....HELL...... my knuckles are swolen, the scars won't dry up ever since 26 hours ago approximately, a misposition makes it pulsate in pain. and the wounds are bloating up more hideously than yesterday now. so today i went to the doctor's. said i should've came yesterday. wasn't very pleased with my not coming yesterday right after i got bitten. so wahey.....he decided i should be punished with YET ANOTHER BLOODY HOLE IN MY SKIN and gave me an anti-rabies jab and poked in HAAAAAAARRRRDDDDD....... that mighty hurt like hell too, stupid git!!!!! and for the next days, I CAN'T EVEN HOLD A PEN LET ALONE write and Godspeed for a recovery I HAVE ADDMATH PAPER ON WEDNESDAY!!! the only joints i can move are my thumb and index finger. if my hand doesn't de-paralyse in 3 days i'ma have to ask for a chalk and a chalkboard to draw my pretty parabolas on.... grrrrr......animals make my day. ------------------------------------------------ /edit 'Comebanks' Goth-Dollies lineup Chloe Naemah : Liana Olivia Che' Mah : Dilla Melanie Kiah : Peoy Erica Memon : Siti Bianca Odah : Aimi Alexis Asiah : Azimah Niccola Bedah : Ej Kristen Senah : Hanna Sally-Sue Esah : Ika ~when east meets west!!!~ go nuts

November 24, 2005

Beeeaaaahhhnnnkkkkaaaaa!!! Beeeaaaahhhnnnkkkkaaaaa!!! Posted at 07:35 PM It's amazing how something I sorta like, like kinda,.....can hate me so much... Addfrigginmath. Better than last season's definitely, nevertheless so heck... I can already feel the intense heat of fuh-ree-dumm!! But somehow I think I'm gonna miss these couple of weeks as they were when I'm done. It's been fun, frantic, keeps me on the go all the time. The papers hadn't been........murderously bad, they were okay. I'm gonna miss coming to school in my baju kurung...so ventilated for once, lol. Slap me but I think I kinda wish my brother and sister doesn't come back any sooner. The past weeks with the house sibling-less had been DIVINE. Ahaha. 4 more days and I shall be PAID to have fun. . . I just hope I've enough to do. Unlike some people, I'd like to move about and do and make and create big big dramatic stuff rather than sitting in front of the PC watching twelveteenhundred episodes of NipTuck and OC. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ How did your teacher teach your alphabets when you were little? I remember we recapped ours with kiddie phonetics......like A-ah.....B-buh........C-curly cuh!.......K-kicking kuh! LOL....adorable. So I was DESATURATING myself after yesterday by reading.........my old THE BIG LADYBIRD BOOK OF RHYMES , and okay, the thing about most nursery rhymes are not so childplay like humpty dumpty, jacknjill = falling and breaking, ring-a-roses = plague and revolting death, singasongofsixpence = evil king eating blackbirds alive, SolomonGrundy = lonely man dying alone........are like last century's story already.....here's another: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, Little Robin Redbreast sitting on a tree; H, I, J, K, L, M, N, He made love to little Jenny Wren; O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, Dear little Jenny, I want to marry you. V, W, X, Y, Z, Poor little Jenny she blushed quite red. .......................... .......what are you, teaching little four year olds premarital sex now? Lol, imagine a little toddler forgetting what goes after G....."oh yeah mummy! I remember! HE MADE LOVE TO LITTLE JENNY WREN! H, I, J, K, L, M,N!!"...... tut tut, haha!. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hmm. Ey up, guess who just got a job at a coffeeshop..... Not just any coffeeshop........ Not just any Starbucks...... STARBUCKS- BANGSAR SQUARE, KL!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA mega-rad. Lol, during then, I'd be devouring caramel frappucinnos I made. Haha! Not like I'm desperate to work after SPM or anything but I gave away the idea that I wanted to do it for the fun of it with a couple of friends together so whatever's available here..... But some people took it seriously and BAM! I got THE job for a tiny almost invisible spec of a 17 year old. ROTFL. An I supposedly can start pronto. Richness. But like I'm going........uh yet maybe. I want at least one month of fun here first. Fun fun fun. But the whole thought of getting recommended was cute enough. Cute.... I might just take it. go nuts