My Dear Comel Friends,
Thank you for the SMSes you’ve sent. Be it asking if I’ve already eaten or wishing me all the best during my recent interview. And also the funny ones like this..
U r row man thick
sack sea
bee tea full
loaf lee
at track thief
i at my ear u so much!
Actually, I just don’t know what to write today. Hence, this masterpiece.
Always,
Grace
The SMS reads: “Where are you ah?”
3 seconds after that, Iris came opening the door. She just got back.
Walked into the room to see me.
“Did you get my SMS?”
“You check your phone la!”
The SMS reads: “Beside you.”
:p
Bye Bye! :-h
I got my first saman today. Signed by buat pihak Datuk Bandar Majlis Bandaraya Shah Alam. For the following kesalahan: Meletak kereta di dalam petak letak kereta dengan mempamerkan tiket bayar dan peraga yang telah tamat tempoh. As much as I feel like a criminal right now, I actually feel kind of excited being issued my first saman of my entire life.
I think I will report to Pappy so that he can buy 4D with my compound number.
Well, all this is because my interview session was longer than expected. The walk-in interview starts at 9am but I was already there by 8:30am because I want to be employed so much. So I paid parking for almost 3 hours, thinking that it’s going to be more than enough.
The session started with a briefing which was then followed by Q&A and then all of us were required to sit for a test. ICT test and Logical and Mathematics test. Multiple choice. I liked the logical test because whenever I managed to get an answer, it draws a smile on my face. I feel a little clever. As for the Maths part, only managed the fraction question and one out of the two algebras.
Then, each of us were to wait our turn for the interview. There were quite a few of us and I thought I would be able to get in pretty early because the lady asked us to write the time we arrived so that the interview can be arranged as such that the early people get to go in first. But it didn’t happen that way though because people coming after me get to go in first. I guess the interviewers were just calling out names based on the names they see on the form. Maybe I shouldn’t have submitted the form so early because it got stacked at the bottom.
Anyway, I was among the last 15 to be interviewed. Some left even before they were being interviewed.
It was okay even though I felt that I could have done better. Next time should bring hammer to nail the questions.
I came out about 3pm or so. Have not have lunch yet. Was so hungry. Was tired too because I was awake since 5am. I just couldn’t sleep after that. Time for some rest.
Hello! :-h
What do you do with a loose pyjamas pants that once you put it on, it slips down immediately?
If my mum were to see me with that, she would either throw it away for me, or exclaim “Astaga!” Astaga means something like “Oh My God!”. I grew up thinking it’s a Malay word but I think it’s Indonesian.
I grew up with an Indonesian maid, taking care of me. There was a period where all the sisters of the same family worked for us. One sister works and then wants to get married so the job gets passes on the younger sister and so forth. My favourite “kakak” is very pretty. She’s funny too. She always runs with her hands holding on to her boobs because they are big and they bounce when she runs. She does that on purpose sometimes, running more bouncily to give us some laughs. She also boasts of having hairless armpit. We asked her why there’s no hair. She said, “Dulu masa kecil, saya gosok dengan batu.” Hehe.
She would always accompany me, like sitting next to me when I do my homework. Those were some good times until she met a jerk who became her boyfriend who impregnated her and she had to leave for Indoanesia and the guy fled.
I miss her.
So, growing up with all these “kakaks” and with so many illegal immigrants flowing in from Indonesia, there are bound to be terms and words which were used interchangebly. I always thought what I spoke was Malay until when you leave your state and live in another state that you discover some words are indeed not Malay.
For example, for pants, we call it “seluar” but back home, we always refer to it as “celana”. Plastic bag, we call it “bahai”. I know it sounds like some Chinese bad word but it really does mean plastic bag.
Back to my celana pyjamas, I like it. And thus to make it usable, have just discovered a way to wear it. I’ll slip it on and then gather those loose ends and tie it as a knot. Ada style juga tu.
Enough of cerita, tomorrow I’ve got to attend an interview. Aku takut.
Shine, Grace. Shine!
Do you know what Milo Herbal Tea tastes like?
I was in SS2 yesterday for breakfast and ordered Iced Milo. Iris ordered liong cha and so did Pappy. Well, he wanted Chinese tea but the guy heard wrongly as liong cha.
When I was sipping my glass of milo, it tasted funny. Drinkable but funny. After a few more sips, I asked Iris if the liong cha she’s having is winter melon tea (dong gua liong cha).
Yup.
I think some of the winter melon tea went into my glass of milo. I only managed to finish half glass of it.
Today.
I picked up a dead lizard from the floor.
Yucks.
Today.
It is a bloody hot day.
Pappy left KL today and I’m reading a book he brought from Jakarta. “Bule Gila – Tales of a Dutch Barman in Jakarta.”
Very interesting.
Suddenly, I feel like having Maggi Mee. Assam laksa flavour.
Cook.
Had Chocolate ice cream today at Baskin Robbins for 99 cents.
😮
Because we went to get a camera for Iris and so the receipt entitle us with that. Iris didn’t know how to break the news to Pappy that she wants a camera to bring over so that she could take pictures. So I brought up the request by telling Pappy that the dentist wanted Iris to take pictures of her braces when she’s in UK and she would have to email her pictures to him in order to receive the next instructions of what to do with her braces. I’m not making up stories because that’s what the dentist said.
After the purchase, I told Iris, “Later you say thank you to Pappy. You just go up to him and give him a kiss. Say you love him.”
“I don’t want to do that. Later he thinks I only love him when he buys me something.”
She got a point lor.
So I guess what she needs to do is go there and get her degree with flying colours and make Pappy proud.
Foo Foo has got a new toy today. A Baskin Robbins pink spoon.
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that someone, a fengshui sifu once predicted and read my life. It was said that if I don’t marry by 24, I would have no or little children.
I don’t like someone to read my life and certainly would not go looking for a fortune teller to tell me what lies ahead of me.
But I discovered this little piece of information (which is the only thing I remember out of the so many other things in the prediction) from Pappy’s email account, way back then, when I wasn’t even 20 yet.
I used to have Pappy’s password you see. He gave it to me because he wanted me to help him with something. And it was easy to remember because the password was about me. Sometimes it’s easy to tell who or what a person loves by looking at the passwords they choose from. Something or someone close to heart.
When I read it, I kept quiet and didn’t tell Pappy that I saw it. But Pappy suspected that I read it. It was just there for me to read so being the curious one, I read it.
“Did you read it?”
“Yup.”
“I didn’t want you to read it but I know it couldn’t be avoided since it’s in the inbox and you had to help me check the mails.”
But I don’t want to get married by 24. I would want to get married of course. Become a mother. But it’s just not what I want now.
Why I don’t like my life to be read by someone is because what life would be if you know what’s going to happen to you the next minute?
It needs to be unfolded.
I’ve been asked this question for so many times. I thank you for your kindness and for being a caring friend. But sometimes kan, I get this question just too often from the same person, I will go crazy.
