Category: Life

Sudden death is a new term I learned today. Was at Stadium Petaling Jaya, Kelana Jaya to watch HSBC-COBRA International 10s. Rugby! One of the teams that represented Malaysia was Sandakan Eagles, which played against Mendoza of Argentina when I was there in the morning.

I have never really watched rugby matches for real or on TV because I just don’t know how to watch it. So, it was quite fun seeing men climbing over one another, pulling shirts and legs and hugging the rugby ball to victory!

There was a march past too.

When I was in school, I had a classmate that share the same name as me. From Form 1 to Form 5. Grace Kuasa Dua (Grace to the power of two), one of the gelaran we used to have.

During art class, she drew a sunrise/sunset that was purple.

I thought it was pretty.

Cikgu Mokhtar, our art teacher was also our form teacher. He didn’t like it because he says there’s no such a thing as a purple sunrise. I don’t know why I remembered this. Maybe because I tend to observe people who share the same name as me more. Or that Cikgu Mokhtar was simply so funny! In fact, I think he’s the funniest form teacher I ever had. He likes to say, “Beribu-ribu lemon.” Beribu-ribu lemon doesn’t sound like a funny phrase at all but when he says it, it is just so funny.

So, what Cikgu Mokhtar did was, he gave her such low marks that she retorted.

“Saya tak pernah tengok sunset/sunrise yang ungu!”

“Ada Cikgu. Ada!”

“Tak ada!”

Grace was frustrated.

Grace yang lagi satu, I mean myself, have never seen a purple sunrise before. I would love to see one some day.

Tim, I still think I like the bird. Aku suka! Gracie suka!

When someone goes overseas for further studies, it’s like the whole family who’s going. Even though Iris is the one who’s going but the four of us are worrying, planning and hoping that things go well. But that’s what family is for – doing things together!

My aunt is here today who came with her daughter to a local university who has just had a mid-semester break. My mum cooked dinner for the two of them and we drove to meet them at the university hostel.

We spent about an hour there and we had to leave because cousin sister has got a briefing at 9pm.

As we were saying goodbye to our cousin sister, I could see tears in her eyes.

When we were in the car, our aunt told us that cousin sister wanted us to leave earlier because she needed time to cry before she attends the briefing. She doesn’t want others to see her with swollen eyes.

Cute.

She has a bear placed on her bed in the hostel. The bear wears a tie. The tie used to be wore by my cousin sister’s when she was a prefect in high school.

“Why do you make it wear a tie?”

“Oh, it’s because of the smell of the tie. I need to smell it in order to sleep.”

It’s the same theory of why I need to hug Ducky to sleep and why Iris needs to bring Pooh and Foo Foo to UK with her.

Girls are weird creatures, aren’t they?

We will be going to the city centre tomorrow very early in the morning. So will be “rubbing shoulders” with everyone who’s going to take the LRT to work.

Hopefully our trip is going to be fruitful because we are trying to get things done with some missing ingredients.

I LOVE Persiaran Kewajipan.

I think the person who invented ice-cream is the most intelligent person on earth.

Today I felt like killing someone on behalf of my sister.

Because she said, “I don’t think you will can make it on the 14th.”

One of the reasons I look up to my father is because he means business when it comes to serious matters. I have always been calming him down or give him that warning stare whenever he appears like he’s going to explode soon. But now, I’m learning to mean business.

Lately, someone is trying to annoy me because he thinks I’m TOO soft and he cannot stand it when he thinks I won’t get angry at all. So what he did was to annoy me to the max, hoping that I’ll get all mad at him. I knew what he did was just to provoke me so that he can hear me curse. I refused to curse. And he cursed me. I have since then decided not to speak to him anymore.

I don’t understand why people want to see me being angry. I mean I can be angry too when I’m angry so there is no need to provoke me when I’m not angry. It’s like if they can see me being angry, they are happy. Apa ni?

Is being a little bit more patient and not getting fumed up in an instance a bad trait? NOW I’m angry.

He was also surprised why I have no boyfriend and am still single because he thinks I’m the kind of girl who needs love everyday. If I need love, it’s not necessarily that I MUST have a boyfriend, isn’t it?

Some also think I’m crazy being unemployed. Is being unemployed really that wrong? Why did you resign, they ask. I said I didn’t like my job and wanted to do something else. You should get a job before resigning, they say. I KNOW.

Why did you took the job in the first place? Don’t you know what you’re going to do? I knew but there were also things that I didn’t know before taking the job.

How can you work for a year plus in a job that you don’t like? Are you crazy? And I’m hearing this from someone who is working in a job he doesn’t like for three years.

It sounds like I’ve been WRONG my whole life and when I just want to make things right again for myself, people come telling me that I’m crazy.

“How old are you now? You have people younger than you that are coming out from uni. You want to change now?”

The fact is that there will always be fresh graduates coming out of university every year so does that mean I should stay stuck here because I won’t be able to compete with others?

“No women does IT. Only man will be in the IT field.” Whoever who’s going to say this to me again will be rest assured to have a gun pointed to his head.

“Huh, you mean you would like to continue your studies if you have the chance? Later nobody wants you, okay?” It’s okay because I’m sure someone out there is going to appreciate someone like me. I certainly do not like people who wants to limit what someone can or cannot do when it’s about gaining more knowledge and enhancing one’s skills.

*Out of breath*

>:p

His name is Baby.

Clean. Clean. Clean.

Sneeze a little.

Wash. Wash. Wash.

Mopped floor twice!

Floor is so clean, you can even lick it. Tastes good too because it has got an apple taste to it.

Toilet bowl looking so cute. Pink colour. Cleaned it with Harpic Power Cleaning Gel with Bleach. Lemon Fresh Flavour. So cool right? And I think it does a really good job too.

Kitchen sink is shining. *blink blink*

Good bye old newspapers.

Mummy flew to KL today from Sandakan. Flew MAS because she had too many stuff with her. Air ticket one way cost about RM700. Think return tickets and I can already go tour Hong Kong. Overweight by 15 KG. Had to pay RM120 fine.

She practically brought the whole Sandakan.

But I like it!

Went down to help her with her luggage. When she came in the door, she gave me a box of chocolate.

“For you!”

So nice.

Went to pasar malam. I love to buy vegetables. I don’t know why. Especially when I see those nice leafy green veges that look so perfect. Those “fan shu yip” (Potato Leaves) looked so healthy. I took a bundle and commented, “So cute!”

Mummy said, we’ll get it.

I also love to look at carrots. They are so orange.

And I also like the fact that I can go “rub shoulders” with other pasar malam patrons.

Get to see Moo’s head. Ya, at the beef stall where they always hang the head of a cow. Poor Moo.

Passed by a cake stall.

Mummy said, “Don’t buy the cakes here. It sucks!”

Whoa.

Actually, yes it sucks.

Had tauhu bakar for the first time today. Quite nice.

Wanted to get apam balik and jagung, which are must-have items whenever I go to a pasar malam but today decided not to get any because Mummy is cooking. So I’ve got to save my stomach for Salted Vegetable Fish Head Soup, Steamed Chicken and Vege. And rice! I like to eat rice!

Tomorrow I’ll be sitting at home, waiting for the postman to come while Iris and Mummy will go out to get a small rice cooker to be brought over when Iris leaves. And some other stuff la. Waiting for the postman. Cos he’ll bring me the university’s offer letter for Iris.

Apparently, someone screwed things up and everything is delayed. So sometimes, it’s better not to deal with an agent but to deal with the person directly. Imagine someone issuing you an offer letter that means nothing. And Iris still has not book an accommodation because of that.

“I don’t know lah. It’s so complicated.” Imagine the agent telling you this. Might as well don’t need an agent right?

We had to sacrifice RM77 too for a Poslaju for a small piece of paper to UK because of the lousy agent. Cos time is running out.

This is supposed to be a lovely-dovey post.

So we’ll go back to the original.

Tomorrow I’m going to have cooking lessons with Mummy. Even though it’s not something that I can put into my resume under “Skills and Experience” but this is very important. It’s nice isn’t it if you can put “I can wash, clean, cook, iron” into your resume.

I’m sleeping with Mummy tonight. keke.

Good night!

Today, I finally got my paycheque for the month of July. And I must say it feels good to be paid. Sometimes people are happy when it comes to the end of the month, just looking at those figures even though it may not look like any big looking figure is indeed satisfying but it’s very shortlived too.

That’s going to be my last paycheque until I get another job. I don’t know when it will be but I’ll land with something.

What I do to keep myself busy? Planning for trip to UK. Helping Uncle to set up a library at his place. (Some pocket money. How much I’m not sure. Depends if Uncle likes me enough.) Can get mundane as I copy the book titles, authors, ISBNs and publishers. Have copied more than 500 now. It’s not even half of the book collections he has. So, I’ve got a long way to go. What’s nice is that when I come across a book that’s interesting, I’ll stop copying and read it. Architecture, Interior Design, Religion (He even has a Quran), Herbs, Physics, Geography, Palmistry, Numerology, Biology…the one I like most is books on Colours.

Today, I’m clearing up the mess in my study room. A place I spent most of my time at home, besides the bedroom. I have so many things that need to be thrown away else my room will soon turn into a warehouse.

Mum’s coming tomorrow. That’s why I’m so hardworking about all these clearing up the mess hype. Mummy’s something like a police woman. Not that she’s going to put me into jail but I want to welcome her with a house that looks clean and tidy.

Vacuuming and mopping was interrupted because Iris was talking on the phone, arguing with someone dear.

And then she started crying, while talking to him.

She seldom cries.

So, I know she’s pretty upset.

Didn’t know what to do to help her. Went to the room and took Pooh and Foo Foo out. Gave it to her and she hugged them while continue crying and talking on the phone.

It’s called soft toy therapy.

There’s something about toys that makes one happy at times.

She talked for so long and I was already with two bags full of rubbish. I’m cruel today, throwing things that I wouldn’t have thrown.

She finally got off the phone.

“Bunny, hou cham oh.”

“Bunny, hug hug.”

I put my arms around her. As I hugged her, I made us do a quick Waltz.

“Eh!” Iris pointed to a guy who was sitting by himself eating a burger.

I saw him and smiled. He smiled back but was a bit hesitant.

So I thought of just smiled and walked away but then macam tak ada manners kan? So I went up and asked the stupidest question of all, “Are you working here?” (Even though I know he’s working in KL la!)

“Yes.” He nodded.

Then, he didn’t know what to say and I also didn’t know what to say and then I know why he didn’t know what to say because he doesn’t even remember or recognise or know who I am!

“I forgot your name.”

“Grace.”

“Ohh..”

But I’m sure he still has no clue who I am.

I used to be a Girl Guide, and he, a scout. Sometimes we have joint activities together and so we get to know the boys a little bit more. He was one of them. I’ve never talked to him when we were in school because maklumlah saya pendiam, pembisu dan pemalu.

After that, I just waved good bye.

“Hahahahahhahahaa!” Iris laughed.

Malunya aku.

Made my way to the car park as quick as I can to collect my car from the car wash because the boss called me and said, “Lenglui, what time are you taking your car?”

Today’s the first time my car is being washed, vacuumed and waxed by someone else. All this while Gracie washes it.

Cut my hair too because it started to get very heavy like when I read or look down, a big chunk of hair will block my face. Each time I pay a visit to the saloon, the hairdresser would always comment that I have a lot of hair. And when they lay their hands on Iris’s head, they see much more hair.

So, most of the time, they like to cut away most of my hair so that it appears thin and not thick like a lion. Like today, I told the guy to trim my hair. What he did was he asked if he could cut my hair a little shorter so I said okay. Finally, he cut it shorter and a big chunk of my hair is gone because he cut some more inside inside. My head is lighter now but I’m not very sure if I’m going to like this haircut. That’s how I would feel after every haircut anyway.

Won’t want to write too long because I’m writing with my bathing towel over my head. There’s a bee flying in the room and it has been charging towards me twice and I’m running like a chicken in the room.

Hoping that I’ll get to see fireworks through the kitchen window later.

Sejahtera Malaysia.