Monday, March 26, 2007

concerning the previous post

well, i started to write a comment then it became too long. might as well i write a post innit?

erm... i guess some of you misunderstood of what she's trying to tell on the previous post. nope bukan nak backing because she's my gf. but im backing her up because i think i know her inside out (upside down oso can) more than you guys.

first thing first, she wrote the previous post not because of mengutuk. remember... she's been interning there for 4 months before she started working anywhere professionally.

mind you for the last eight years i've known her we dont, never, ever have anything against a typical melayu or whatsoever melayu (even melayu yang pakai typewriter) because we ARE melayu. ye pakcik saya orang melayu. hell, aku ni lagi melayu dari budak2 kampung malaysia tambahan kat sungai besi tu wei.

i guess if she can tolerate me then she can tolerate any malays or other cinapek, cina bukit, cina balakong, ah lian, ahbeng, macha, ane, india jalan tar, mamak ss2 or any other races here...

she didnt write to perlekeh where she's working. she is just fascinated the whole idea of the malay community in her work place. when you're in a community with too many races dat u sometimes forget your roots (like myself, working in a company that provides parties nearly ever other day).

she is merely being fascinated because the malay culture in her office that she felt so different that she is the one yang lain. bukan orang lain dari dia. come on... budak pun boleh pikir kalau u sorang gemuk dalam satu group budak-budak yang kurus takkan you nak rasa diri diorang yang pelik, betul?

kalau u come from a working background yang gempak gila babi cakap mat salleh berabuk tak hingat tetiba masuk company GLC and diorang habis melayu, dok dalam surau berjam2 or watsoever, takkan you nak rasa pelik kat orang tempat2 tu? obviously you rasa there's something with you. and you started thinking, "mak ai, lama siol aku tak cakap melayu..."

with that said... please, im telling you guys im just proud she's working in a GLC with a whole bunch of malays yang mebbe to us are typical rather than to work in a place like mine yang claim parking pun ada limit, takde increment, bonus pun takut2 nak hulur and keje nak minum air setan tiap2 hari.

i guess the point here is to bersyukur diri ni melayu... at least ada tanah rezab melayu, ada diskaun bumiputera, ada quota bumiputera... kalau keje gomen or GLC senang nak buat loan... dapat loan lebih dari melayu happening yang keje kompeni prebet, tau? dapat loan boleh buat simpan duit dalam ASB boleh buat pulangan balik... (pakcik tensen ni sebab dah susah nak buat loan)

dari saya merepek macam pakcik melayu dok kedai kopi, saya ingin sekali menggulung hujah2 saya dengan serangkap pantun,

resam insan tegak susila,
resam melayu hormatkan bangsa,
ingat pesan orang2 tua,
takkan melayu hilang di dunia...

kan dah cakap takde orang lagi melayu dari aku weeeeeeeeiii
johan pantun sirih pulang ke gagang peringkat zon bangsar, tempat ketiga peringkat wilayah, tempat kedua peringkat daerah muar. wa cakap luuuuuuu...

Friday, March 23, 2007

weirdo.

when i first stepped into this office i thought everyone was different. everyone was not like me. they were just so typical, and i , on the other hand was cool. or i thought so.

after i while, i found out that i was the office weirdo. i certainly was different. different, being a nice word for weirdo.

i didnt fit in with any particular group. or any particular person for that matter. the ladies are way in another league. they come to work looking perfect. perfect little tudungs with matching baju kurungs, tiny cute handbags and matching shoes. perfect makeup and perfect smiles.

moi, on the other hand wake-up late every morning. only enough time to grab whatever is hanging in the closet and poof! im ready for work. my clothes always looks half un-ironed, my handbag usually dont go with the outfit and my pointed heels seem to make me look evil among the cute dainty multi-coloured shoes the ladies here wear. i once used a gold bag to work on a monday cos i used it for my date with D the day before and i woke up late so i didnt have time to change bags. one kakak remarked "ish ape la bag u ni? macam nak pergi disco". duh. fine. not everyone has pink, yellow and green handbags y'know.

make-up? i use a lot of eye-liner for that scarlett johansson look. my room unfortunately has dim yellow lights which makes everything looks good at 7.30 in the morning. but once i step out of the house judging from the stares i dont think i mastered scarlett's looks.

i remember one day after smacking eye-liner my 15 year old brother took one look at me and said

"wow. kak long ni gothic la. macam my chemical romance".

oh god. i was late that day for work. scrubbing off the eyeliner. not only i was late, i also appeared at work as though someone had punched my eyes.

the fact that i refuse to get excited over anything being sold at the office also probably made them ladies think i was a freak. tudung bawal, kain ela, selimut, gelang kristal, dadih (!), periuk, tupperware and some even buy handbags and shoes out of a catalog. i remember once the CEO's secretary tried to sell me dazzling, sparkling brooches.

"S, tengok ni. cantik-cantik kan? nak yang mane?"
"huh? wah. kilatnya" seriously i had to squint. those things were the most blingiest things i ever set eyes on. P Diddy would be put to shame.
"pilih la. cantik ni. u ni muda lagi elok pakai benda-benda macam ni" poking a gold bling under my nose.
"err..Kak M, i dont really wear these things. bergaya sangat la."
"lerr..u ni kan.." she walks away quickly to the next room where her brooches are sold in matter of seconds.

i'm so not cool, huh?

and they also find it weird that i pack food from home everyday. how to go lunch with them? they spend lunch hour browsing curtain fabrics, going to the tailor, buying beaded blouses, searching for lace and teak furniture. i would be so lost. even mummy doesnt put me through that kind of pain.

i spend lunch hour eating reheated food while watching ugly betty on the office server. (okay. now that i actually typed it out, i realized what a loser i must sound like)



the ladies spend, like thirty minutes applying make-up after prayers at the surau. everything has to be perfect. i once got distracted from my prayers watching this chick applying layers and layer of foundation on her face. i swore if she smiled her face would crack. no wonder she never smiles. or probably not at me. i just cant be bothered. i walk out of the surau without a single touch-up. sometimes my face still has drops of water. i mean, i already walk out of the house everyday looking like my chemical romance so i don't think there's much more that i can do to repair how i look.

well. i do have friends though. two to be exact.

one is DN. DN and me have the same passion for Prison Break. it is with him i have looong serious, intellectual conversation over the conspiracies of the US Government against Micheal Scofield and Lincoln Burrows. Whether justice will be served. Whether the truth will be out there. We share the same level of excitement over the latest episode released on Torrent as the ladies would feel over Kak M's bling collection. He's such a sweetheart. I look forward to work every Thursdays cos he'd have a copy of the latest episode copied in a DVD for me. the ladies in his office look at us as though we share some sort of secret torrid affair. alaa.. kak, jangan la marah sebab saya tak beli gelang akak. kilat sangat la gelang akak tu. saya beli gelang kat flea market je.

another friend is K. to be perfectly honest, i dont know what kind of friendship we share. he works in the other wing and we have never met each other during office hours. the only time we meet is during our evening run. we would meet up after work at the track, he'll always nag at me for being late. he'd run and i'll scurry after him. he'd complete 15 rounds and i'd sit on the bleachers after 5 rounds. then we spend, like ten minutes talking about our day which mainly consists of him bitching about his boss and me whining about how my leg hurts.

those are my friends.

then last week i made a new friend. i've always noticed this chick because of her quirkiness. lets call her Markonah. Markonah has huge toad-like eyes which can be frightening at times. she doesn't have any friends either. not that i noticed la. and she doesn't walk. she runs. from one point to another she's always running. and she doesn't wear dainty multi-colored shoes either. she wears some-sort like orthopedic shoes which helps her running i guess and carries a 'the store' plastic bag to work everyday. i tried smiling at her sometimes. or at least whenever we're trapped in a situation together. she swears a lot too. her favorite swear word is 'puaka'. i don't know what the blipping 'eck puaka means. but it sounds bad. she'll go like "puaka betoi la orang finance ni. puaka! puaka sungguh!" scary kan?

i guess she must have noticed my attempt for small talk cos she whizzed into my office and demanded that i add her name into my skype list. okay, okay. "nanti bosan, kita bagi awak lagu nak?". boleh je.

[3/20/2007 4:59:33 PM] S says: nak lagu. kata nak share lagu.

[3/20/2007 4:59:35 PM] M says: awak suka lagu amy mastura?

[3/20/2007 4:59:38 PM] M says: lagu siti?

[3/20/2007 5:00:09 PM] S says: emm tak

[3/20/2007 5:00:12 PM] S says: dua2 tak suka

M sent file "Amy_Mastura_-_Lebih_Baik_-_10_-_Cinta.rm" to members of this chat

[3/20/2007 5:01:10 PM] M says: ermm camtu

[3/20/2007 5:01:15 PM] M says: lagu indon?

[3/20/2007 5:01:19 PM] S says: boleh la kot

[3/20/2007 5:01:25 PM] S says: taknak irwansyah eh

[3/20/2007 5:01:29 PM] M says: nape?

[3/20/2007 5:01:29 PM] S says: nnt kite pening

[3/20/2007 5:01:33 PM] M says: sabar

[3/20/2007 5:02:21 PM] S says: kalau kite dgar lagu irwansyah kite rase nak bunuh diri

[3/20/2007 5:02:51 PM] M says: kenapa?

[3/20/2007 5:03:06 PM] S says: tak suke la melarat2 la lagu die

[3/20/2007 5:03:16 PM] M says: HAH?

[3/20/2007 5:03:22 PM] S says: dahlah suara die macam kena kepit hidung

she got pissed. apparently i hit the wrong button. im just thankful she didnt call me 'puaka'. she never sent me anymore songs after that.

she probably figured that i was another weirdo she could befriend. apparently i was weirder than her.

Monday, March 12, 2007

fugly movie

i'm a girl.

i'm a typical girl.

okay fine. i may not have ponytails and soft smooth nivea looking skin and instead have split ends and chewed fingernails but still, i am a girl at heart. and girls hate movies like 300.

it started when D told me he badly wanted to go watch 300. i said like, no way i was ever gonna set foot in a theater screening that movie. i said we're gonna see music and lyrics instead. he said fine we have a movie marathon. i said fine. we started at cineleisure at 4pm and 300 was fully booked up till the midnight show. we moved on the GSC OU. massive queue. i think we stood in line for like half an hour. very mind-numbing to the core.

so we got third row tickets to 300. not like we had a choice. with GSC OU we dont really worry about front seat tickets since they have a huge stage right after the screen and the seatings only begin after the stage. so third row ain't all that bad. music and lyrics was not playing anymore. im so behind time. For every 10 chick flicks i drag him to, he gets to choose one of his own. fine.

i hated the movie. hate. hate. hate.
the characters were yelling and screaming at each other the whole time.
3 (or more) got their heads chopped-off
the priests (or was it gods?) had terrible skin disease. and really bad teeth.
the traitor was a hunchback. which is not a crime. but he was ugly too. and had bad teeth
the men wore leather panties throughout the entire movie. not cool.
kids got beaten up badly, bruised and thrashed.
the only cute guy got his head chopped off at the end. not cool.
blood. blood. and more blood.
why cant they learn to speak softly. why do they have to yell and growl at each other?
barbaric sungguh.

i cant remember the other parts as i had my face buried in D's shoulder most of time.

i don't like fights. i hate watching fights.

no. actually thats not entirely true. i love the fight jennifer aniston and vincent vaughn had in 'the break-up'. that was a really good fight. and i can totally relate to that.

i like movies with pretty girls.
pretty girls and happy endings.

so sue me.







Thursday, March 08, 2007

not that its any of my concern

Its amazing what little power can do for you.

Read and taken off Malaysia-Today.net

Kes ini sebenarnya bermula apabila Razwan Radzwill menawarkan kepada Linda utk menaja pakaian yg bakal digunakan pada Majlis Anugerah Oscar tersebut. Tapi Linda dgn sopan menolaknya kerana telah bersama rakan Jovian mereka pakaian tersebut lebih awal malah pakaian tersebut telah ada bersama-samanya di Amerika.

NORI BT ABDULLAH, anak kepada YAB Perdana Menteri Malaysia ketika ini yg juga pelanggan tetap dan kenalan rapat Razwan Razwill telah menggunakan pengaruhnya utk memaksa Linda memakai pakaian rekaan Razwan atas alasan Jovian bukan anak tempatan.

Its an insult when you represent the region as a host and can't string a decent English sentence. But then its an insult on a bigger scale when the choices you should be able to make as a person is thrashed and stepped on. I dont have a stand on this. I probably would if an articulate, deserving person was put in her place. But this happened to someone whom i'm not sure is ..credible enough. Having said all that, i'm still not sure where i stand.

wonder if they would remove her from her job. im not a fan but she is less painful to listen to compared to that NANA thing.

why does she have to screech? its like fingernails on a blackboard.

i prefer to work in silence but this chick in my office puts it on all day.

screech. screech. screech.


Wednesday, March 07, 2007

almost there. almost counts this time.

am back at the kantor after being away for two days sick. well, to be fair i had a mild case of migraine. Monday morning i woke up and let out a loud groan (not a pleasure induced one) to my sister who was sleeping in the next bed how i reaaally didnt feel like work. she mumbled and i went back to sleep. thats when i got my migraine.

that evening when i went to the doc, he took one look at me and told me i was in pain. not really though but i wasnt about to argue with the doc. he took my BP, peered into my eyes and told me again that i was in pain. ok. fine. as you say.

he continued to poke and prod me. took my temperature and told me i was having a fever. honestly, i didnt think so but there was evidence on the thermometer. i was beginning to think this was all a little strange since i only had mild migraine. strange but interesting.

ok, open up. say AAAA...he peered into my mouth.

"wow. u have beautiful tonsils, very beautiful!"
"i do?" amazed.
"yes. let me see again"
"ok.."
"yes. very lovely indeed. big and beautiful. u havent noticed?"
"err..i mean yeah..but i dont know whether theyre beautiful or not." slightly flattered
"well, havent u noticed other people's tonsil? you certainly have the nicest one i've seen so far."
"i mean, ive seen my own but i dont really compare them with my friends. i mean why would i, right? and why are mine different anyways?"
"for starters, at this age u dont get people with tonsils that big anymore"
"oh really?"
"do you snore?" fuck. i knew there was a catch to this big and beautiful thing.
"yes i do"
"that is why. air passage blocked" smiles.

is there any part of me that is beautiful without a 'but'? urgh.

"oh, doc. i missed work today. u think i could get a rest day"
"of course! u take two days off. get some rest. i'll give u something for the pain. u poor, poor girl"
"hm? two days? ok" you are a nice, nice doctor.

and yes i snore. D calls it heavy breathing. i think heavy breathing sounds better.


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040307

that date. a reminder of how i fell for someone i met back in 2000 when i was 20 (yes, go do the math). how do you know anyways that someone you met back when u werent even 21 yet would have a great impact on your life and later affect the choices u make in this life. wow. when i met him, i honestly had no idea it would last that long or lead to something this serious. time reveals, i guess.

still in a daze.

+6016370****
04/03/07
11:26pm
im so glad we've finished our ******.
im so surprised we did dis the same date
i asked u to be my gf. happy 7th anniversary
sayang...i love you
more and more. Muah!

is this love? no. thats just your average happy anniversary sms.

but putting up with me for this long? now, thats amazing. he loves me, snoring or no snoring.

Thursday, March 01, 2007