Old posts - Xmas & New Year 04/05

Monday, 26th Dec 04 12.36 am

Location: Ah Kong & Ah Mah’s Crib (It’s like a real house!! Hehe, wif a porch, driveway, garden and all!!woohoo)

Hometown: Triang, Pahang

OK, I noe it’s been a long time since I’ve updated this thingo, I’ll blame it on the lack of access to the net (I noe the cybercafe’s are jus opposite the road but ai ya, filled wif ppl gaming and sayin’ ‘cibai’, cannot think la).

The journey back here was horrific. Ok, given dat the comfort level was wayyyyyy better as compared to the small kancil we had to fit in before (we’ve got a NAza Kia now!). It was light&easy all the way (For those of u who haven’t heard of L&E, it’s a radio station for the baby boomers..u can imagine). Ok, I noe it’s good old school shite and all but…u gotta understand it’s 60s Sunday! There’s only so much a person can take, plus the songs are freakin cheesy. Seriously, it’s as if love&heartbreak is the only theme!! Love is all around, You’re my everything, smoke gets in my eyes, the first cut is the deepest…ai ya. (phew, close call, managed to stub out the dunhill b4 li pek came back. And he’s got quiet feet too!!)

As per usual, coming back is always a positive/negative. Like u kinda miss ur freedom, but then u’ve got ur finances covered. Then, u’ve got obligations but then again u see ppl dat reallie appreciate u. and then u realize ur parents dun get u and at times misunderstand u, but then, u realize they’ve actuallie been bloody supportive of whatever u wanna do. Just when u thot u’ve got things balanced out, sumthin jus tips the scale eg. the yummy food and good shopping (like, dats an understatement, it’s actuallie bloody good shopping). So how does dat work? Guess the scales hv had their say…m’sia it is.

Crap, I think a mango jus dropped from the tree in front.

But ah kong and ah mah are looking good. They’re so happie to see us. Ah kong’s got this goofy smile on his face half the time and ah mah’s always thinking of cooking food dat I’ll never get in aust. nikki (my 13 yr old sis) and I have come up wif the conclusion dat ah kong likes nikki more whereas ah mah likes me more. The analysis is based on tonite’s dinner. Ah kong identified nikki’s fave food whilst ah mah has been non-stop defending my nocturnal lifestyle in oz.

Ok, reckon dat my face is gonna swell tomoro from all the mozzy bites I’ve been getting (yikes, there goes another mango and I dun mean MNG!).I had no idea being in love could be so taxing. Seriously. Dat’s why I’m bloody pro emotional fuckwittage. I mean like, wats the point? It’s a vicious cycle, and u’re surviving on a daily basis. U can’t concentrate on things dat u’re supposed to (eg. Tink of strategies to maximise shopping pleasure without sacrificing unnecessary resources).everything’s bloody relative; from the ciggie smoke to the water bottle. Even 60s Sunday!! Ok, actually dat’s the worst, like they should completely ban Frank Sinatra or Westlife asking us to ‘allow them to be Frank’…it’s killing me.

Current soundtrack: Ex-factor Lauryn Hill (yes, chris, I’m back to square one, up for Chris’ Ultimate Mixtape Part 2? Reckon I need it…pretty please?)

Christmas Day

10.30 am Woke up in a foreign country and a dog licking my face.

1.55 pm Had lunch wif mum and a couple of customers at the shop…hehe.

2.30 pm Visited Pyramid wif Carmen, she’s an absolute babe! UK has changed her so much. MNG was acting santa claus so managed to score a couple of gifts there…hehe. 2 tank tops and a grey jersey dress 2 be exact. ;p

5.30 pm Yum cha wif Tat & mun, thank god…finali a chance to breathe in sum sweet smelling air.

8.00 pm Rushed to have KFC xmas din wif the ampang bunch, kudos to ah kim for awesome decorations and the cleanest Christmas Tree eva!!! Hehe, lurve the rainbow balloons.

9.35 pm Pressies session, I was absolutely humiliated as I din manage to get a prez for everyone bar a selected few L neways, received a whole load of bodyshop and dior cosmetics. I dunno if ppl are trying to tell me sumthing but all I’ve been receiving this Christmas are cosmetics…what the? Sigh, it’s a sign… Guess I reallie gotta start covering up.

10.00 pm Realization hits the family dat gua kong’s (maternal grandpa) flight arrives at 10.35 pm and we only hv 35 mins to get to the airport. So ah kim rushes everyone into the estima but there weren’t enuf seats so my mum, bui & me decided to take our tiny kancil. Prob was dat ah kim was doin a fast & furious, so we couldn’t catch up in our SLK (small little kancil ;p), we eventually got lost, but then found out BEsraya highway was the way to go, at which point we ran out of petrol, this is 2 hours after we started our journey to KLIA. It started off like amazing race wif Jay-Z and notorious in the background (at which point mum said to switch it off, apparently it’s noise not music) but at dat point in time it became Survivor The Final Episode. Neways, so we filled the tank, got back onto besraya, called gua kong. Yep, they were on their way back…sweet as, no? gua kong said to go for dim sum (yeah, at 12 am…dim sum?) and we were like, by the time we get there u guys wld prolly hv gone, at which point the restaurant would’ve closed and we’d prolly bunk at sum crummy hotel nearby out of exhaustion. Yeah, it was another amazing race thingo and reckon dat mum would be a crappy partner. Solely cos her navigation skills suck but then again it’s kl. Nuff said.

Perth International Airport – 24th December 4 pm

Oh man…emotions were running high on this day. What wif the last minute packing (my yearly checklist was not present so had to mental it), the old folks wanting to divorce for the 100th time and the pajero running on empty. God. I was frustrated (at the both of them for acting like freakin kids again and not being able to do shite abt it), angry (at them for driving sooo bloody slow cos wanted to get out of the car ASAP!), sad (I won’t be seeing the tangible him for 6 loooong months), relieved (at getting away fr my responsibilities and become a kid again) and surprised (at the amount of Indian ppl on the plane!!).

This was the first time in approx. 5 yrs since I’ve been wif MAS and boy, do their girls look way better than the SQ chicks. Like SQ is oriental beauty but MAS is like miss universe beauty. Oh and there were like 20 babies on board. I exaggerate but it sounded like they were. So guess where I was seated? Yeah, rite next to one. But she was a pretty good baby so it was alrite. Altho, the mas girls are prettier I still prefer SQ…for wat reason I dunno…maybe it’s the stop over at changi (yeah, there’s nothing like shopping at changi!!! Heheh), the skinny SQ chicks, whatever it is , I like it more.

Day 3 in Triang-28th December 2004

I can’t wait to get back. Seriously, as nice as it is to have a huge bathroom and all, there’s only so many baths a person can take. Plus it’s been ages since I’ve seen B2 and chill wif mun. Nikki and I jus made a trip to the kopitiam nearby. Ok, we were hoping to get sum roti kiap/bakar (toasted fluffy white bread wif kaya and butter) at the kopitiam but um…the place we stopped at did not do kopi’s & teh’s L and we were too tired to move to another place. But question was what if there’s no roti kiap? So nikki was like, cheh, why dun u ask for the menu then? And then she burst out laughing and I was like omg, u’re rite, there’s NO menu!!! There never is. Every single food place in triang is devoid of menus!! Haha. Isn’t dat funny? And I totali forgot abt the culture. So it’s kinda like do u go up and order urself or do they come to u and is it the same for the food and drinks? The next ques wld be do u pay when they serve or after or before? Ok, loser I noe but man…the mechanics of the system can be a lil complicated when u’re not used to it.

Then the dude dat asked us wat we wanted to drink was kinda in a rush and so I was like ok, soya bean and he’s like ‘dou nai’ and nikki was like, barley ice and he’s like ‘yi mi’. and we felt like idiots cos wat he did was translate wat we said into mandarin!!!bloody hell, seriously, he din have to point out we were losers so obviously.

Neways, the bus leaves at 1pm so we’ve got abt 3 hours to kill. Will jus hang wif ah mah and ah kong before leaving. Love them to bits.

Miss List

1) The tangible him.

2) Good coffee (I reckon Starbucks is overrated, Angazi’s cap is way better)

3) Roti Bakar wif kaya and butter *yum yum*

4) Havin’ mackers wif Mien aka the bitching session