I am allowed a blogging day off am I? Well, since this is considered jawatan tetap tak bergaji tapi dilakukan semasa makan gaji buta, I think I should be allowed for at least 10 days in a month. For my new visitors, I am indeed very touch with your compliments and seperti biasa, Makji Esah yang sungguh lah popular mengeluarkan janji-janji manis ala-ala Party MIC (k.e.y.m.o.u.s.e.)ni berjanji yang I will visit your blog when I get round to it. Kepada yang komplen, what can I say other than...sebelum kau nak kutuk aku yang tak nampak bayang, kau tu hapa cerita? Diri sendiri tak hapdate, nak kata aku ye? Eh..siapakah orang itu?
I certainly have tales to tell, of what been happening since Monday and I have to say, these past couple of days is really not the best of time kepada para-para jantan durjana yang tah hapa mimpinya semenjak dua menjak ni, gigih betul nak menunjukkan muka. I have to start packing my belongings in my current flat to begin with that obviously, claimed almost 99% of my energy. Masa nilah mulut ringan nak maki-maki orang, tu lah..bila orang beli furniture, dia pun nak beli furniture, tapi bila tang angkat mengangkat, tak nak menolong!!! Ciss...bedebah betul kawan serumah ku ini.The thing is, we are leaving our current flat yang sangatlah cantik ni on the 10th September, tetapi memandang kan yang I will be away from the 3rd to 7th, the bestest way is to move the berat-berat one first, katil, lemari, chest drawer and anything yang tak kan termuat dalam kereta. Being practical (or kedekut nak mampus) that we are (I am!!!) we thought hiring a van is a good idea because we just have to pay the day rate and then all the hangkut-mengakut job can be done in our own sweet time.The only disadvantage is that tugas hangkut mengangkut ni terpaksalah dilakukan sendiri tanpa bantuan abang-abang gagah. Well, honestly, next time kalau nak pindah lagi, let the Van man buat kerja-kerja mengangkut ni sebabnya, terseksa betul jiwa raga, batin, tulang tangan kaki, hati and otak membuat kerja-kerja ni. The whole day on Tuesday I dok moaning, manalah jantan-jantan ni bila kita nak pakai diorang kan? Jantan-jantan omputih sini kalau nak mintak tolong angkat furniture, siap tanya siang-siang, ada insurance ke bagai if nanti tulang belulang they all terkehel. Haiyooo....dengan kawan-kawan pun nak tanya insurance ke?
The angkut-mengangkuting finished nearly 9pm on Tuesday. Badan punya sakit, tuhan sajalah yang tahu.I keep telling MB, kita beli rumah pasni, tak kuasa aku nak angkat-angkat lagi...knowing the reality that buying house in the UK or in London to be precise, 2 bedrooms ground floor garden flat is like buying rumah kat Taman Tun. Only Taman Tun rumah ada 5 bilik with pool and garden yang boleh pasang khemah kenduri kahwin and in London, flat besar sikit je dari rumah anjing pastu, tanah leasehold yang after certain years, owner boleh sesuka ati ambik although you had paid arm and leg and head even, for the flat.See, rumah lain, tanah lain. Cam cilanat kan?
I also completely forgotten yang my ECA is in town and akan berambus malam besok. My mailbox is full with his messages yang nak jumpa, nak jumpa.(Eh...siapa nak jumpa you hah?) Not only that, si Debab yang tak reti-reti bahasa tu hari-hari dok hantar text messages and telephone I, free sangat ke kau?
I decided to ignore his mails, partly because I'm too busy with moving my things about and ada meeting sana-sini and with my boss yang hari ni cakap lain, besok mintak benda lain and my patients yang hari ni okay...besok boleh nampak Julius Caesar dalam bilik dia. Well,tough to those yang baru sekarang ni terkenang kat I. You had your chances (haaa..chances kau) but by saying this, I can sensed my anger and my anxiety over knowing that he is near. We have been apart for so long. There was a time in the day since Tuesday yang I dok cuba apply on positive thinking, kenangkan si Jantan ni was my boyfriend for 10 long years, tak mahukah aku move on and kawan macam gitu-gitu aje dengan dia? I don't think so. Podahhhh...podahhhhhh.
Yang satu lagi si Debab ni, nak kata tak paham bahasa...thinking back, I yang tak cakap direct dengan dia.So, in a way it is my fault.I could have done but I didn't pasal kes dia merajuk that day. But after badan, hati dengan kepala yang dah sakit, I am so not in a mood to layan orang macam ni. It started when I texted him back on Monday night, telling him that I will be very busy and I'm not so sure about the Merdeka Day thingy but if I do go, I will then go with my friends (basically telling him that I already have plan lah kan? Although not directly telling him I tak nak pergi dengan dia) But if you do go, I hope you enjoy it. Macam tu la message I kat dia...and cam biawak kurang ajar nya, he replied 'K'. K hapa? Kambing????? Tu lah, badan dah debab sangat, nak sebut the whole word 'okay' pun tak larat. The next day, I was busy angkut-angkut barang, I hardly ever have time to check my mobile phone berbunyi ke tidak and it was after 9pm that I realised that JT called 11 times and messaged me twice.
Message 1 : Need to talk about Saturday. Call me if you have time (12:34 noon)
Message 2 : Where are you. Call back urgent (6.30 pm)
Because he rightfully put it 'call me when you have time', maka jawapan nya, tak kan adalah aku nak call you, because I don't have time. Maka tunggulah ye sampai I free, and second message macam puaka, as if I gf dia or someone who berhutang dengan dia. Message cam ni sampai kat I (if you're not close friend or family) jgn mimpilah I nak layan. I was so bengang that I decided to ignore it.
I pulak ada plan nak tengok Arsenal game yesterday and after work, berlarilah I keluar office nak menyampaikan ke Emirates by 7.30 pm. While waiting for bus, I heard my mobile phone ringing and his number come up, not realising that he had been calling 5 times before I answered that call, I dengan tanpa rasa sangsi jawablah kan.
' I have been calling you since yesterday' (suara cam tension) 'Why didn't you return my call?'
I am not so sure if I ni bangang ke or sewel...so I decided to respond in a way that I thought funny...kira-kira nak joke dengan dia lah kan.
'Oh...K, if you're not someone I know I certainly going to file a complaint about you violating my privacy......(gelak-gelak) I busy lah semalam'
'Well, lain kali kalau tak suka, cakap lah...tak payah I buang masa'
Tupppp!!!!! Line got cut off. What? He is hanging up on me? Sakit ke apa dia ni? You know what, I don't even want to think about that. Lucky Arsenal beat Sparta 3-0 and I'm so looking forward to meet the Britain Next Top Model besok yang datang all the way from York and Dublin. Haiyoo....dia letak telephone you, dia letak telephone!!!!! Berani dia kan?
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I am allowed a blogging day off am I? Well, since this is considered jawatan tetap tak bergaji tapi dilakukan semasa makan gaji buta, I think I should be allowed for at least 10 days in a month. For my new visitors, I am indeed very touch with your compliments and seperti biasa, Makji Esah yang sungguh lah popular mengeluarkan janji-janji manis ala-ala Party MIC (k.e.y.m.o.u.s.e.)ni berjanji yang I will visit your blog when I get round to it. Kepada yang komplen, what can I say other than...sebelum kau nak kutuk aku yang tak nampak bayang, kau tu hapa cerita? Diri sendiri tak hapdate, nak kata aku ye? Eh..siapakah orang itu?
Sunday, August 26, 2007
But last night, I went around to look for free blog templates and come across yang cantik-cantik and downloaded some of them.It was supposed to be easy with only code to copy and then, paste lah kat tempat 'Edit HTML' tu. Puaslah aku bersengkang mata until 3am, and the only messages that I get from the Blogger is that the code is silap la, pundek la...and kesudahannya, hapa pun tak de. By the time I realised yang I dok membanting tulang for something so unnecessary (but this desire to change my current template to a nicer one seem so necessary last night) it was already 3am and it was too late to go home and no one in a right state of mind will tunggu that 24 hours bus. What annoy me the most, I was suppose to have the behaviour analysis report of one mangkuk hayun by Tuesday, and I only managed to muster 1 page in that 18 hours...yang selebihnya, bloghopping. Haruslah nak kena maki dengan si TDM tu kan?
I have now resigned to the fact that I'm not at all clever with this computer graphic thingy.I continue working til about 3pm and still the report masih tak siap!!!
I think I am unconsciously anxious with the fact that JT is going to this Merdeka Celebration this Saturday, padahal, I dah siap-siap buat plan nak bergalok dengan Makji Eton, Mak Leemah and few more pompuan durjana yang kemaruk nak makan satay.This is like a huge desperation of makan satay ni, first you have to brave the queue, pastu the satay come in 6 cucuk and be ready to pay at least £4.00 dengan so ungenerous amount of kuah kacang and nasik himpit.By the time all that satay masuk dalam mulut, you might wonder what you spent that £4.00 on. Ni semualah yang tak sabar nak balik KL ni.
JT called twice asking if I have time to talk, as I am a gifted transparent liar, I cooked up excuses yang masuk lah ke akalnya maka twice today, aku terselamat dari listening to him whinging and moaning.Still, dengan tak mau kalah, he said, I ring you tomorrow, let's talk about Saturday'.
Haiyoo...I can see myself jadik his babysitter if I invited him along with my troop or if I agree on travelling with him...(habislah reputasiku sebagai pompuan melayu terakhir kan?) Either way, with or without me, JT will be going to that Celebration. It is either I have to look for a secluded spot to melepak kat Tun Razak Centre tu so that dia tak nampak I, or I just have to borrow the Somalian woman purdah yang habis bijik mata pun kena cover, so that I can bergerak bebas even depan JT without him knowing that I am there.
How lah? Just about to enjoy the Bank Holiday and now, bertambah benganglah I nak memikirkan si baby debab ni yang bakal merengek macam budak kecik mintak nak ikut dibawak berjalan tomorrow.Ciss! Ciss! Ciss!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
Okay...remember Sam and his Lala? I was quite anxious after that incident, pulak tu ada yang pakat nak takut-takut kan I pasal budak ni akan dapat concussion la, nanti I akan kena saman la..but his mommy said, babies will always fall...(but mommy didn't know the Lala story, kan?)
Mandy (Sam's mum) offered if I want to take him jenjalan...of which I readily agreed and last Monday, I took him to tengok itik and main buai. Here's the photo of him, courtesy of my mobile phone camera with him and his awesome smile with the Arsenal top that I got him for his 1st birthday. Ish...adakah aku meroyan nak beranak? This is the proof that he is indeed okay and well.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Here I am, sitting in a cosy restaurant listening to him wallowing self pity and munching the chicken. I keep saying how I hated being 'in a mending team' in relationship issues. My relationship pun macam bulu ayam. I am so convinced that I'm not at all a marriage material.I'm so self centred. So when you read about me and my relationship, please consider the fact that I can also be the biggest mess contributor.
When my ECA decided to marry his wife, the old cliche that the whole world had fallen apart seemed suddenly, painfully true. Everything was destroyed. You think that you're going to be with someone forever, and then discover that this is not the case, your present is wiped blank and your future has to be entirely reimagined. We really should agree that the break up of a long term relationship is, alongside bereavement is one of the most stressful life experiences.
Cases I handled shows that men is usually the one who is not mentally traumatised. I don't think JT is at all traumatised by his break up. Maybe because there is a substantial amount of love for the ex gf that dumped him. Moving on gets easier after years of not seeing each other but tiny dots of love still stays in fact, we will often wonder because there's no closure for being dumped unlike mutual break up. Tapi, berapa kes sangat mutual break up pun?
When JT was badmouthing the wife over the obvious stuff like betapa buruknya retaliation dia bla bla bla, I asked him if speaking about her in a deragatory way is making him happier. JT answer was a typical 'ah you woman will always take sides of another woman'. So defensive. Rasa nak tampar je pipi dia yang terlebih lemak tu.
He only come to his senses that night when he called me to apologised. Masa ni lah, I cakap kat dia, you are so wrapped up. It is up to you if you want to share your problems. But I think, you just want people to listen to how jahat this woman is and how frustrated you are with the whole thing. Well, if that is what you want, that is fine but although I'm listening, I'm sorry but I have to disagree with you and I dont think I like your coping mechanism.
He is not entirely in love pun dengan wife dia to begin with. I imagined that he at that time was single and desperately lonely. Then came the wife, not as intelligent as him, in fact only working as a receptionist. (Haiyoo..bongkak nya) JT said they had plenty of laugh and this girl, although not on par (cesss...jantan...) really can carry herself well. JT said he really sees her as his saviour, maklumlah, hatinya baru patah that time. They rapidly got involved and got married.
He said that they have been living 'separately' for a while, as in she gets on with her life and he just doing his everyday things to get by. I asked him, is there any happier time? Macam gampang he replied 'I don't know'. 'I should have get out of it earlier, it is just not working'.
I look at him and wonder, it took him 5 years, all that time giving that poor woman a hope that there's is something worth sacrificing for...and he, can't wait to get out? I cakap kat dia, you waited 5 years to tell her that? (I dah siap dah cakap dalam hati, jangan sesekali dia cakap...oh kesian tak sampai hati...hello, this is a man we are talking about, sejak bilanya ada simpati?) JT boleh jawab..'what should I tell her...that I fell out of love?' 'Apa nanti orang cakap?' Ermm...wait a minute, where have I heard that all before? Yess..ECA ku, masa bertukar pikiran taknak cerai bini dia, itulah yang dicakapnya kat I...takut malu, takut kena kutuk. JT insisted that he was all faithful in his marriage...but who is he kidding? Faithful? Or you all jantan ingat being unfaithful only applies to hubungan sulit mulit dengan pompuan/jantan lain? Have you heard about being emotionally unfaithful? Why can't JT just admitted the truth yang he is actually so complacent with his own set up, tak kisah lah..cinta ke tak cinta pun that he is in fact, do not want to do anything about it? Kesian pompuan tu, punyalah ingat laki dia cinta kat dia.
I can't help myself tu tell him what I think of him. His getaway opportunity is when he is offered to do PHD and masa ni lah nak drop the bombshell. Mana tak pompuan tu naik gila? Well, served him right la pompuan tu is now acting and thinking irrationally but why can't men understand that for a woman, when loves comes to an end, all security and all predictions about your life are destroyed? Majority of woman married for life, while hoping for the better but until the end of life, you just have to take whats given...unless you're strongwill.
I told JT that I think he is actually angry with himself for the mess he have made. He created an enemy and most of all, his guilt over ruining wife's life.I told him that man are not good dealing with guilt.JT asked me if I think he is in the wrong. Well, you can't help for falling out of love and you can't help it if you were unhappy. I told him that he have the choices before but not using it. Now, just because he finds his own way out and use it as his courage, conviction and confidence to leave, and that what I thought is so wrong. JT, macam anak kambing asked me what should he do...and aku dengan bongkaknya cakap...you just have to live with it. This is what you want, no doubt a good decision for you but you shouldn't have been so afraid that you have made a mistake.Not loving someone is not a mistake.
On different note, I went and see F last night, I insisted that after gaduh that day, we should really decide where do we go from here but I was left feeling so bad. My attitude really needs changing.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
1. Before the age of 15 (I ni lambat membesar you all...kanak-kanak riang sungguh!!!) my naiveity about sex seems to influenced my knowledge about things, biologically. Sex and biology macam best friend pulak masa tu, kan? I remember asking my mother to makan bebanyak supaya dia boleh menjadik buncit and whaddayaknow, dapat lah seorang adik. Tak terfikir langsung masa tu yang proses untuk mendapat adik is more to it yakni amma dan appa kena buat overtime memalam to do 'stuff'. Makan banyak just wouldn't solved it. Not only that, I used to think that the only way for people to reproduce is by 'getting married' as in bersanding, amik gambar berkoyan-koyan, makan nasi minyak, potong kek..bukak hadiah. Tak terpkir betul oleh ku yang kalau nak beranak ni sebenarnya tak yah tunggu kenduri besar pun. Bodoh tak?
2. Up until I was 20 (lagiiiiiii lambat ni) I thought that male genitalia 'grow' or 'age' along with tumbesaran jejantan itu.Meaning, semakin besar/dewasa jantan itu, semakin 'dewasa' lah konek nya. I have brothers and up until certain age, I know how big their 'thing' is. Not that they're flashing it. When I first come across porn (age 20), I was thinking, kesian ye budak-budak lelaki ni...the 'anu' sungguh lah besar, muat ke seluar dalam? Tak le ku tahu yang tumbesaran itu bukanlah semulajadi, tetapi adalah jadi-jadian belaka. (plus I also know by this time why seluar dalam jantan ada pocket kat Y front tu)
3. This is quite recent but bila dikenang-kenang, rasa nak tanam kepala dalam pasir pun ada. I have 3 younger sisters, and two of them got married couple of years ago.They were both dipinang pakwe memasing (at different times) while I was away, and I was told by my youngest sister (yang mulut mengalahkan ASTRO ni) that she overheard my uncle (spokeperson for my family) enlightened the rombongan meminang ni akan kewujudan seorang lagi anak dara tua (yakni aku) in the household yang misti diberi some sort of hadiah, bagi acara melompat galah (nak cakap langkah bendul cam tak glamer aje) Well, hearing that, I feel so blessed that I belum kena pinang, pasalnya, I got to thinking that kalau my sisters dapat duit hantaran yang beribu-ribu and hadiah macam-macam yang atas dulang tu, I will then get the same...orang kahwin dapat hadiah, I yang duduk atas bendul ni pun boleh dapat hadiah and tak payah pun nak mengorbankan diri kena kahwin.Little that I know yang aku hanya akan dapat sepasang kain buat baju aje. Hah!!! Itu aje ke? Cisss....well, in the end, as a benefit of being on top of the bendul is sepasang kain untuk buat baju kurung and a bracelet.
4. I used to think that famous people on TV is like god on earth. They can never do wrong nor that they can function like other human being. My father is friend with this famous comedian JS, he came to our house in PD, I remember seeing him on telly and this same guy held me in his pangkuan and then excused himself dengan kata-kata, 'Kejap ye, Pakcik nak berak'. Ahhh...macam tak real.
5. I don't know if this count as bimbo blonde moment. Well, masa ni kecik lagi but it took me ages to realised (I was in form 2 in Convent School) that baju BEBEK is actually means baju 'Bare Back'. I often heard my mother, my auntie...semuanya compliment baju budak-budak kecil mungil...eyyyy, cantiknya baju BEBEK, baju BEBEK. I thought, siapalah yang bangang bagi nama baju ni baju BEBEK huh? Fashionista kambing ke? Ghope-ghope nya, Bare Back you all. Ni lah susahnya bila English masih ditahap lembu lagi.
I can't think of any...maybe this is it. By having less bimbo blonde moment ni taklah bermakna I ni pandai ye....but, I now intrigued to know your BB moment, Kiah Kidman, Manal, Sue Typhoon, Elviza,Pieces Man and LeQ.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Bahawasanya, saya sebagai rakyat Malaysia, berikrar bahawa K is just K, not Khairy Jamaluddin, and saya adalah blogger separuh masa dan berjanji bahawa isi kandungan cerita saya tiada unsur-unsur politik (walaupun ada sedikit unsur hasutan) yang boleh mengganggu gugat pentadbiran kerajaan bapa mentua saya (eh..silap, saya bukan KJ) dan saya juga, dengan ini mengesahkan yang saya juga bukanlah seekor monyet, mahupun beruk ataupun cikah, jauh sekali Alison Moyet tetapi saya tetap teringin nak memiliki koleksi aksesori Monet. Saya berasa amat kecil hati, kerana sebagai rakyat Malaysia (tetapi saya tidak membayar cukai pintu ataupun mencarum EPF ataupun PERKESO) kami blogger-blogger (Bloggers Idol kira tak?) telah dianggap monyet oleh Encik KJ. Apa? Encik panggil saya monyet?! Sedapnya mulut...apasal, Encik hensem sangat ke? Saya berharap semoga Encik KJ akan kalah dalam pilihanraya akan datang. Sedemikian itu, disini saya ingin sekali lagi mengesahkan yang nama JT ialah K, tapi bukannya Khairy, so, Encik Khairy Jamaluddin, sila jangan berani nak saman saya, tau?
Okay, pardon my previous entry yang telah ter deviate dari kisah dating I. Well, you can't help to get sidetracked, especially on some burning issue like Negarakuku tu. And also, if I have inadvertantly mengecikkan hati mana-mana goverment servant, well, what can I say, terlajak perahu boleh gostan kan...tapi kalau Makji Esah dah komplen, gasaklah.
As you all know, hari Jem'at lepas, I went and see my ex school mate. Budak ni, masa kami sekolah sesama dulu, tak pernah tegur I.I'm not sure if I am invicible (hello, I ni 5 foot 8 okay, tipulah kalau tak pernah nampak) or dia ni yang rabun. K was once upon a time ago a very good looking man.He fits the criteria of a boyfriend idaman Malaya, walaupun I dengan dia macam Tupai dengan kapalterbang, that I am the Tupai, yang paling tinggi pun kat atas pokok aje and he is the kapalterbang Boeing 747-400 yang sekali terbang, 13 jam baru jejak tanah.
It so obvious that he was nervous last Friday, I can't even begin to explain why.For someone yang dah ada experience with the opposite sex, ermm..he was not single in the whole 2 years kami kat MRSM, and although dah nak kena cerai dek bininya sekarang, I don't think that dia ada syndrome takut kat pompuan.I was so put off by his mannerism towards female company, but for him, giving his current predicament (nak kena cerai) and extreme hunger...I feel that I am obliged to excuse his ungentlemanness last Friday.
I don't know what to expect of him but I am so curious to know what he has been up to all this while since I last saw him...1990? I was expecting to talk about all the good old time, although we don't have any old time together and I have no choice but to ask about what happened to his ex girlfriend. Let me tell you si dua ni, cinta maut...the girl is from Perak and K, sekarang ni I baru tau, is originally from KL...Kampung Pandan huhhh!!! The whole MRSM tau betapa Ali dengan Asmidar nya sidua-dua ni...to those new age yang tak tau, Ali & Asmidar is the 2 character from that Ali Setan, kisah cinta menggeledik where the pompuan at first buat-buat tak suka tapi pastu bergayut dengan si Jantan cam Orang Utan kat Sepilok. I really thought that they both ended up kahwin, because most of my friends yang bercinta monyet satu sekolah semuanya ended up berkahwin walaupun bukan dengan the same person yang they all puas membuang masa bercinta with.
Well, K and that girl parted ways after 5 years together. K went to Portsmouth and that girl, masuk UM. According to K, the girl don't love him enough to withstand the distance that separated them.He was knocked off big time by her decision (part ni, seriously, sedih aku mendengarnya...close to home lah katakan) K told me that he actually went home after his degree to re pursue that girl, tapi that girl dah dekat nak kahwin dengan pakwe barunya. K returned to England for his Master and balik Malaysia and started working. Masa ni lah dia jumpa his soon-to-be ex wife. K told me that he was lonely and the girl 'can do' lah. They went and get married after a year of 'suai-kenal'....haiyoo...jantan!!!
Help me with this...not trying to generalise men but from what I have come across, men are not good at admitting fault or mistake.The married one somehow are exellent in moonlighting as a single man without any care and the seperated one and the one about to be married, either not happy or super anxious with hormones all over the place.
K was married for almost or over 5 years, no children.Tak ready katanya.Well, isn't that a sign, for a man who are not ready for a baby is a baby himself? The way K talked about his wife is so common, common excuse for a man who made mistakes of rushing into things and can't decide of who he actually want.Example....given Kate Moss, Angelina Jolie or Jodie Foster...tiga-tiga pun nak, married Angelina Jolie but after 2,3 tahun, baru realised yang dia nak kat Jodie Foster sebenarnya.
People can be quite weird when comes to choosing partner.I went out with this guy, a self-made millionaire.For some reason, his wealth doesn't appeal to me, although, masa keluar dengan dia, I never paid for our meal. See, I am so into equal ops...hari ni I bayar...besok you pulak...tak nak makan budi punya pasal.But this guy is so into showing his stance of masculinity by taking control.After 3 months, see aside the wealth, in a long run, we do not have anything in common. He made it clear why he wants me as a wife...because of my educational background (musykil pulak...bukannya I sorang aje dalam Malaysia tu study kat oversea, Cik Abang oiii)
I'm with my partner now, pasalnya dia very intelligent, perangai buruk but have a brain of a encyclopedia.Why, because I want someone that I can argue with (memang pun bergaduh hari-hari) someone that endure all kind of shit that come out of my head and my no nonsense. (But by saying this, ada jugak tarikh luputnya tau?)
I do not know the subtle way to put this, but would you know the feeling of being with someone that is not at all compatible with you? Love may last until certain amout of time but after years of feeling 'alone' in a relationship or a marriage with no one to share anything in common apart from sex, surely one bound to find a way out.
I think this is what happened to K, but K being a man with no mean to excuse his mistakes, blaming 'wife' for being not understanding.If only K allowed his wife to be his 'friend' and not wife, maybe he will see a difference and maybe wife can 'open up' a bit more.
Women are usualy good with boundaries, some of us are even good friends with this male friends of ours and enjoy a good and meanigful casual chat.I told K that as a man, he should take some responsibility in his marriage breakdown, it is obvious that after a while, he was building up expectation and it took him a while to realise that the 'wife' is not the one he wants as 'wife'. Nobody want a divorce, break up or anything sewaktu dengannya, but if you want your relationship to work, you must do some 'work'.
K is blatantly blaming the 'wife'. Well, that's a typical man.Have you heard of any ex husband with a good words about their ex wife? I heard of one...my aunty is a good friend of Aida Rahim's ex husband...and he always said 'she was a good wife, aku je yang macam setan'.
Well, what do I know about it anyway...
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Okay love, I know I owe you JT stories.I don't mean to do this, but I just remembered that you have uttered something really sharp that breaks my heart in our last telephone conversation. Disebabkan I ni ada syndrome slow reaction due to blurr transmission, benda yang orang dah cakap 2 bulan lepas baru hari ni hati kecil mungil ku terasa pedihnya.
Sebagai tanda kasih sayang plus you nak tayang kat I yang you banyak duit (dah naik pangkat lah katakan) you offered to shower with with asam-asaman. Mind you, asam-jeruk-keropok bantal-tuna chilli dalam tin to me is like A-class drug, cehh..macam lah pernah ambik drug, so, bila you dah offer, kecik kangkang kaki, kangkang KingKong akan ku buka untuk menyambut niat suchee mu ittew. Like any other considerate lover, you asked me what else do I want, untuk mengubat hati sepi, perut sepi ku ini di rantau. My demands are small. I asked for 'I'm Muslim' and 'As I Was Passing'. Seperti President Party MIC (k.e.y.m.o.u.s.e) tak syudehh syudeh kau berjanji manis akan meng poslaju kan menda-menda tu kat I. Dah hampir sepurnama dah ni, jangan kata buku, plastik asam pun aku tak nampak. My body is now dehydrating badly, pasalnya, my saliva hari-hari keluar mengalahkan siput babi. Mengenangkan asam yang telah kau janji-pelesu kan itu.
On top of that, you made fun of my kuih cekelat bersalut kelapa parut request. Macamlah aku mintak nak makan hati nyamuk. Seperti biasa aku dengan perangai 'bagi betis nak peha', dengan muka tak malunya mintak kau belikan aku CD Kumpulan Freedom. Sehingga kini masih terngiang-ngiang kat lubang telinga aku betapa teruknya kau gelakkan aku. The way you laugh, as if aku mintak CD Rhoma Irama ke, Cintaku Seratus Persen ke or Kumpulan Rock SYJ for that matter. Wuishhh...bukanke 'Freedom' tu kira upmarket punya group.
Well, to you yang makan durian yang sekarang mulut berbau durian, ingin ku war-war kan ala-ala mulut tempayan disini, takyah lah sesusah nak cari menda-menda tu untuk I. Pasalnya, sesampai aje kaki ku ini di KLIA bulan sepuluh nanti, berkoyan-koyan asam akan ku beli sebagai tanda protest dan kecik ati. And I will personally ask Dina for her book (mampus kalau dia dah tak kenal I lagi) and akan ku hambat supirku (yakni my baby brother) to drive me to mana-mana kedai buku to search for the Adibah Amin book.
If I understand correctly, this is originated from the National anthem Negaraku, but for some reason, there is an extra ‘ku’ just after the ‘ku’ bit. Ironically, maybe, it means ‘Negara Cuckoo’…depend on how this Namewee man intended it to be. My current news reading suggests that this is a current hot-hot issue (disamping cerita Pak Lah tidur) and this young man is currently being threatened with severe punishment, thanks to his creativity.
God bless YouTube, macam-macam benda boleh tengok. Recently, I even saw Lisa Lopez last moment sebelum kereta dia terbalik. The moment I learned about ‘Negarakuku’, I search the video in the YouTube, to see what the fuss is all about. Ni ke dia yang sampai nak kena strip-off nationality ni?
This young man is very creative in his own right, takdelah macam Spielberg or Scorsese, tapi, bolehlah…for cheap humour. People who happen to live outside
Here, Charles, William, Harry and even The Queen kena buat lawak, siap masuk TV lagi…none of the English/British kena saman. In
To Namewee, what can I say, apart from him being an immature young man. He is obviously very bitter. Aren’t we all? I can understand his despair, being Chinese in
So, when they become a disgruntled nation against the over privilege Malay, can you blame them for being a bit bitter? We even sakit hati when Indonesian seems to earn more than us and given a setinggan land for free. Ni kan pula the Chinese with Malaysian Citizenship. I went to renew my visa with the British High Commission in KL 2 years ago, while waiting, I got into a friendly chat with this young Chinese girl, who is applying for a student visa. She brought with her all deed, bank statement and tah apa
Malaysian people never complaint. True eh? Maybe they do complaint, but government tak buat apa. In the end, maybe they got fed up and channel their complaint dalam hati aje. jadik malas nak complaint. Not because they don’t want to, but rather…they feel that there is a thing that they have to put up with. Local bank overcharged the nation with sky high credit rate, government services yang service macam kedai kopi or public transport yang macam setan, it is very obvious that things are bad, but what can they do?
Namewee stupidly touches the very sensitive issues like how grumpy he was with the azan subuh that woke him up from his sleeps and making fun of perempuan pakai tudung. He somehow forgot that he lives in a country with different ethnicity. We live with the Indian, the Chinese, the Seranis and the tah hapa-hapa bangsa lagi. We managed well. We may feel a little uneasy with different culture but we respect them. Namewee on the other hand, feels that his human right as a Chinese, was violated. Maybe he might want to know what the Malay has to put up with…
My uncle lives in the Gombak area. I remember visiting his family during Thaipusam Day and what do you know, we got stuck in traffic for 4 bloody hours. Why? The entourage of ‘Wel Wel’ flooding the road on the way to
As we all know, Chinese funeral, mengalahkan kenduri kahwin. The bigger the ceremony is signifying the loaded the family are. Once upon a time ago, one funeral decided to hire a man walking on a high leg sticks and conquer the whole road. Tu belum masuk their band bergerak satu dua lorry main drum tu. And we never said anything.
Malaysian, by Malaysian, I mean Malay, Indian & Chinese…have forgotten that we are not really ‘Malaysian’ as in orang original
This Namewee boy in all account is really selfish. But, he may express himself the way he genuinely feel. Malaysian should start appreciating others opinion. Maybe this ‘politically correct’ thing isn’t good anymore. We don’t like the way Pak Lah manage the government; we ought to tell him we don’t. The recent bus accident that killed 20 people should really be an eye opener. Many things aren’t right.I personally never like the Malaysian bank, government offices and overall regulation. If we are ruled by the intelligent scholar, why do we have to put up with
Makcik-Pakcik yang jaga counter post office,immigration, JPJ etc yang macam nak layan tak layan orang yang datang mintak service. It’s funny when they advertise the warmth manners of the Malay, tapi….I got this Makcik telling me off because I submitted one photocopy less of my ID card. Terang-terang kat belakang dia ada mesin photocopy gedabak macam bontot dia, she got the cheek to send me down. ‘Ni tak cukup ni, kena tak buat dua salinan’. Ish…(I tell you, orang kerajaan kat Malaysian High Comm pun lebih kurang aje…ni semua syndrome org kerja government ke or makcik ni sexually frustrated?
People that works in the counter service tak nak langsung buat kerja extra nak bagi information…
Budak-budak muda yang macam mana boleh pass driving licence, pastu bawak kereta/motor cam jin aprit. Apasal polis tak tangkap ye?
I am not so sure if I am a right person to write all this. I'm currently trying to apply for British Passport (hardly truly Malaysian kan?) I have an Indonesian mother, a Malaysian father, and worst of all, I was born in Singapurahhh. Malaysian sangat ke I nak patriotik,patriotik ni? Tak pasal-pasal dapat waran tangkap, kan? Hopefully, by muttering all the above, the immigration officer kat KLIA will allow me in for my Raya Holiday.I'm so nak makan that kuih chocolate with desicated coconut on top and satay.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Dek kerana pandainya aku buat time management, knowing that nak pergi toilet pun takdak masa, dengan pandainya I buat janji nak jumpa si JT. Hari ni pulak tu. This time, dia offer nak datang Twickenham. In a way it saves me from the hassle of travelling, tapi...I tak nak lah pulak terkantoi,buatnya ada ke orang yang I kenal nampak I, cemana lak? This is my working area, so I might bump into someone I know and rasa cam tak syok lah pulak, nak gumbira-gumbira tanpa privacy.Nak naik ke Central London, I penat sangat. So in the end, I asked him to come to Richmond.
High point number 2, ikutkan hati, mau ku cancel aje.At my age now, nama I nak bersungguh-sungguh hati nak gi dating, jangan harap lah. I can change my mind cam aku tukar channel Sky.I was in a very foul mood to begin with, dengan si TDM tanpa belas kesian suruh I buat tu buat ni, made me wonder why my Manager berhenti serta-merta.I was so not up to meet anyone, I want to sleep. Time moves fast approaching 2pm, I pulak dah buat perjanjian syaitan nak jumpa JT pukul 3.30pm. JT pulak, gigih hantar text messages dari pagi. Yiksss...aku cukup tak gemar orang-orang yang over excited ni. Pulak tu, on the dot 2.30pm, masuk lagi text message berbunyik cam puaka 'Clock is ticking'. Hello Pakcik, kita ni dah 34 ye, bukan 24. Masa nak memiang-miang and lembut lidah cam ice cream cair dah lama berlalu. Tapi kan, macam ada tarikan aje, tiba-tiba perut I lapar, and I just remembered that my last meal was yesterday afternoon, pastu tak makan apa dah. I was agonising, kalau I cancel, tak semestinya MB akan masak kat rumah and kesudahannya, I will end up makan maggie, and kalau I pergi, maka, I can get this over and done with.
Kesudahannya, dalam pada nak pergi/taknak pergi, by the time it is just too late to cancel (manalah tau, kalau I cancel jugak, buatnya dia terjun depan keretapi, siapa nanti akan dikacau hantu buntal, aku jugak kan?) I pergi jugak. He chose the venue. I just thought we can settle on McD's.Tapi si JT dengan gigihnya, nak makan kat Nando's. Hah...full set lunch/dinner tu. Takdelah nak tanya ke, I nak makan apa...what I fancy...mana perginya kegentleman-an jejantan zaman ini sekarang? Aren't you were suppose to ask something like, you nak pergi mana...queue nya, kalau si pompuan kata, I tak kisah, up to you, maka si jantan kena tanya se round lagi....alaa..cakap la, what's your craving for today...and bila si pompuan cakap, again it's up to you, maka barulah kau jantan, boleh pilih mana kau nak makan, tahu? Jangan sesekali on first date, dah buat perangai Idi Amin, bagi direction ala-ala dictator.This is the world game, let the woman win first.
Plan nya, nak chat-chat aje. So, kalau nak chat-chat, Costa Coffee or Cafe Nero kira tempat yang seswai lah kan? Kalau dah makan quater chicken dengan sedulang besar chips campur nasik and coleslaw, nak chat-chat apa nya?
Bila dah sampai Nando's, si JT terus start compliment ayam-ayam dalam kedai tu, as if ayam-ayam yang dah mati dalam panggang tu amoi-amoi sexy.Macam lapar sangat lah.I can see that he is nervous thus sampai tak tau nak cakap pasal apa but, hello...I'm just your ex school mate yang dulunya tak nampak dimata hang.
Well, jantan, dengar sini. This is a line you might want to consider when meeting a female friend, walaupun pompuan tu tak berpotensi nak jadi awek, tapi silalah include social manners dalam tatasusila diri (amboi, kata orang, diri sendiri mulut cam puaka)
a) Maybe you might want to use the cheesiest line on earth like 'you look well today'. Enough to make the person yakni diriku feel noticeable.Remember, pompuan kenkadang ada issue dalaman sikit, it is so important that we get notice.Seriously, kalau lalu kat tepi sawah, kalau kerbau tak pandang pun, mesti hati tertanya-tanya, apa kena nya dgn aku hari ni, tak chantekkk ke?
b) Take a little time to show a bit of concern, tanyalah, how was your journey, of course, pompuan macam I yang kaki auta, kalau diri sendiri lambat pastu tuduh drebar bas bawak bas cam siput. And then you should say, owhh...shame.Pastu, buat lah muka concern...walaupun it is none of your business kan?
c) You must allow the person opposite you (yakni kita ni lah) to talk about herself/her things for at least 10-15 minutes.That shows that you're not selfish and not everything is about you.
Judging from my ramble above, do you think the meeting/dating with JT went well? Huisshhh...you all, aku belum cerita lagi bab dia bukak mulut cerita pasal wife dia....
Tunggu na, I nak mandi. I smell like chicken.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Okay, seperti biasa, Makji akan cut and paste rules and regulation nya.
"(a)You've been T A G G E D ! ! ! - "List out 5 people whom you would like to bring along with you to Istanbul, Turkey; where you will spend with them a week- long stay at the luxuriously furnished Grand Sultan Suite at the ever majestic Ciragan Palace Kempinski Hotel. Owh and do tell us why these 5 lucky people deserve to be there with you…" And to that 5 lucky people listed in the entry, C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S ! ! ! You've just been T A G G E D ! ! !(b)"
From what I've seen, tempat ni cantik jugak. Please help yourself to the sneak preview either in Lee's or Belladonna's blogpage. Tak pun, google ajelah Ciragan Palace Kempinski. Kalau you all nak tau, even sebelum I kena ajak dek Makji Eton, I dah ada list of siapa yang I nak ajak dah dalam kepala. Nampak sangat kemaruk. Some of them dah kena ajak, so that gives me the opportunity nak ajak orang lain bagi meramaikan rombongan gi rumah orang kahwin ini...siapa yang nak kahwin ni? My invitations goes to
1) Kalau you all ingat I nak ajak Frankie, maka you all salah besar. Disebabkan Makji tengah murka gila babi dengan dia jam-jam ni, maka si tua ini tak kan ku ajak berjalan walau pun ke sweet shop sebelah rumah.Tapi kan you all, kalau tak bergaduh pun, tak de jugak gi jalan-jalan, sebabnya si F ni sungguhlah anti sosial, and kalau dia nak jalan pun, dia hanya nak berjalan rumah sedara mara dia aje, that is no longer classified as anti sosial, tapi..sungguh sial. Disebabkan itu, my first invitation akan jatuh kepada Mak Badak No.1...yakni budak Liza Debab. MB1 ni kira anak yatim piatu, pastu cousin dia baru meninggal 2 hari lepas. She needs some cheering up. Dialah sahabat I donia akhirat, walaupun that day, kami dengan muka tak malunya bergaduh kat rumah Makji Eton. The truth is, like Sheila Majid 'Selamanya'....I dengan MB1, 'Kemana pun pergi nya, kita selalu berdua'. Sungguh!
2) Yang kedua nya, kalau dah ajak MB1, kenalah diajak sekali chaperon omputihnya yang kuat tidur itu kan? Ye...maka second invitation goes to Lou. Atas sebab-sebab, kalau tak diajak, kecik ati.Lagipun, dia dgn MB1 dah kira satu set.Kalau ajak sorang tu, yang sorang lagi kena ikut. Tapi, dia ni, senang diajak berjalan, pasalnya, dia hanya diam, hisrok dan tidur saja kerja nya.
3) As Bella correctly guessed, I mestilah ajak si kekasih sulitku Cik Kiah Kidman. Reason? Must you ask, Kiah? Masa ni lah kita boleh berpeleseran dibelakang lakimu. Tapi ingat, anak jangan kau bawak sekali. Budak-budak innocent tak boleh di cultivate kan dengan budaya-budaya jahilliyah ni.
4) My fourth invitation goes to Sue Typhoon. Reason being, Sue is in need of some fresh air, setelah puas bergelumang dengan taik kambing kat kandang kambing bebiri. Get out Sue, sebelum kau pulak yang jadik kambing. Tapi kan...do you ever think that, the possibility that the sheep might fancy you?
5) Manal, you're my fifth. Reason being...erm...saja aku nak jadi setan. Yelah, Cik Manal kita sekarang ni tengah gigih nak mengganti puasa.But on a brighter side of it, take it as a challenge.Tengok betapa kuatnya iman...boleh tak you mengganti puasa dikelilingi Turkish-Turkish Delight yang khabar nya bersize gedabak itu?
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I called JT last Sunday,well, I do realised that i was indeed a bit abrupt to him bersempena dengan lawatan mengejut tak rasminya tu ke Twickenham ni. I think lah, eversince I switched career from my old to the current one, bagaikan penyakit berjangkit (sial kan mulut aku?) I developed an autistic spectrum trait, yakni, kalau bercakap tu, bak kata orang melayu...takde assalamulaikum and segala mala intro pantun-mantun lemah gemalai, straight to the point. Pastu, tak sensitive langsung dengan keadaan orang. But honestly, (dengan tak mahu menyalahkan diri sendiri ni) if I have a question, for example...kau dah makan, my expectation will be either sudah or belum.But many would prefer this...ermm..erm...belum lapar lagi, or tunggu abang kakak pakcik etc., which is, bukan jawapan sebenar, rather than yes/no.It's all sum up, takde kena mengena dengan orang penanya soalan. But I must agree with people expectation of me, doing work that I do now, banyaklah nak guna psychology.But, people that I talk to outside work, takde lah pulak yang ada severe learning difficulties or mentally incapacitated.So, cemana ni?
Okay...Makji telepon lah si JT ni, cakap lah kat dia 'I wasn't at all trying to avoid or upset you. Your timing was bad, I betul-betul busy. (Nak jugak terkeluar versi bongkak, I don't entertain non-appointment..tapi, kalau dia tersakit hati, disantau nya Makji, siapa yang susah kan?) I'm so sorry if I sounded rude, but really I'm not'. Puas betul aku menyusun tutur kata.
Honestly, I was expecting 'Alaa..takpe, I tau you busy'. But really haram jadah you all. Ada ke dia jawab 'I was so dissapointed with you (tapi tergelak-gelak..camne ni?) I thought as a friend, I mean so much compare to your work'. Pundekkkk sangat kan, Kiah, Leemah & Eton? (Merasa sebut nama semua, ada yang dah merajuk ni)
I tell you, kalau tak mengenangkan dia ni tak lama lagi nak kena tinggal officially dek bininya tu (patutlah pun nak jadik duda, perangai buruk) mau aku hempas telephone dengan kata-kata 'mampuih lah kau gomok'....tapi, Makji pun balas ayat sialan nya itu dengan gelak-gelak manja, boleh?
Well, that is it. We made up.Reluctantly,I agreed on another coffee appointment.Nampak sangat dia free, nak jumpa I hari ni tadi. I told him Wednesday, but bila pikir-pikir balik, now dah pukul 11.40pm, and I'm still at work.I dah terasa cam kepala nak pecah, sempat mengular masuk blog.You rasa, kalau I cancel besok, harus tak dia bunuh diri?
Kepada Hjh Leemah, sila check email anda, I dah menurut perintah Rohana Jalil mu itteew....lagu apa tu nyah?
Hjh Eton, kenak YM kitak macam bengong?
Kiah....I miss you.
Friday, August 10, 2007
I was so unbelievably busy to begin with. My boss decided 2 days ago that she has had enough and blah macam tu aje and now, with no other choice, I have to report directly to the Area Manager yang khabarnya bertalam dua muka (TDM) itu.Bad enough that I still have to deal with the disgruntled member of staff yang semakin hari semakin daring dan menyakitkan hati, that I bear no other choice but to file a formal complaints against them. I was advised to take a step back, so that my boss ni bolehlah conduct the proper investigation, tapi tah macam mana, dah masuk sebulan, no action was taken and tetiba pulak, si TDM ni hantar email and bagitau yang si boss I ni dah resigned, and dia sekarang will take over the investigation.Because of that, segala activity harianku (termasuklah memakan-gaji-butaan) macam terganggu and I terpaksalah ambik alih kerja si boss ni (kalau dapat gaji macam dia takpelah jugak kan?) but, TDM is nice enough to pre approve every extra hours payment and any extra expenses.
Since Monday, aku telah bekerja dengan gigihnya, Kiah oiii. Enough to make me realised that big pay packet is not everything.When I was earning less than 20k a year, I used to think that I was badly underpaid. But I still got the privillege to watch my favourite soaps, tengok wayang, gi keluar-keluar dengan kengkawan and bermacam-macam lagi activity-activity yang menyeronokkan. But I become too ambitious and now, while I earn comfortably, the only friend I see is MB's and Makji Eton. Dapat jumpa Sheikh Qatariah tu pun macam bonus...and yang lenlain tu, dah kena ugut nak putus kawan baru jumpa.Kawan apa namanya aku ini? But by saying this, you should know yang I ni bukannya jenis banyak kawan pun, maklumlah...mulut puaka kan? Pulak tu, dah ada reputation wanita jelmaan harimau pulak lagi. Bertambah takutlah orang nak kawan kan? Lainlah si Kiah yang susungguhnya into S&M tu, memang suka type-type ganas cam I kan, yang?
Nak dijadikan cerita, dalam pada sibuk-sibuk kerja sampai tak sempat makan (tapi sempat berak, Kiah) tengahari tadi, tiba-tiba berdering-deringlah mobile phone I, flashes out Jantan Tembam's number. I was like, pehal dia call aku ari Jem'at nih? Tak sembahyang ke? I was a bit nervous/anxious, maklum le, after our date, it is him that gigih making all the contact, hantar text bagai...and I keep making empty promises nak jumpa, nak jumpa...but knowing me, I really have to start looking for another way to shut people up. Some people kan tak reti nya nak paham hint.Kalau dah banyak dolak-daliknya, berhentilah kan mengusyar? Ni tak...makin aku bolayan, makin gigih nak berjejak kaseyyy.
So dengan aksi-aksi plastik, I answered his call, trying to be as jovial as I can...mampuslah kalau keramahanku di interpretasikan sebagai menggeletis.The so called friendly intro...with him 'moaning' over betapa susahnya nak get hold of me, as if I ni busy mengalahkan PM, and I responded with gelak-gelak yang sungguh fake tu...hihhh!!!
I really thought he just want to say hi...after puas menghantar text. He just announced ' I'm just passing by Twickenham and I think I'm not very far from you. Fancy a lunch?'
Whatttt? For someone who live in Reading...yang bolehlah tahan jauhnya dari West London, cemanalak dia boleh tetiba 'passing by' Twickenham? Siap dengan plan tersendiri lak tu, nak ajak I lunch. Sesuatu sangat kan?
I politely decline, bukannya tak sudi...but there's no way that I can be part with my work at that precise moment. He went 'alaaa...I datang dari jauh ni'. Eh..tadi kata, passing by, sekarang cerita lain pulak kan? What can I say, I really can't. He tried again...again...and reluctantly admitted defeat. 'Kopi pun tak sempat ke?' ...I can imagine dia tersengih-sengih kambing mintak daun sirih, but seriously, kalau David Beckham lah yang ajak I keluar pun...I will have to say no, unless, kalau masa-masa tu jugak dia ajak I kawin and bagi I duit sejuta, I will then readily campak semua file kat muka TDM tu dengan ucapan, hambikk kau, good riddance. You can stuff your job, aku dah kaya...hahahaha...bongkak tak I?
I just finished work an hour ago...and I can't stop thinking, am I missing something here? Is he that lonely sampai sanggup travel jejauh nak ajak I makan? Dia takde kawan lain ke nak buat surprise visit? Sekarang ni, I kesian pulak. He is on the verge of dissolving his marriage. Breaking up is not easy...walaupun hati benci. My professional view in his current predicament is making me think about him in more sympathetic way. I better call him after this.If friendship is what he wants, I guess that is something that I can offer, furthermore, you can do with a bit of gossipkan Kiah?
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Truth be told, I was in Paris the day Diana met with the accident. I was working with one of the Asia largest airlines company and was assigned to CDG airport. On my flight back to SIN, it shows on the flash news that Diana & Dodi was involved in the car crash, Dodi reportedly died and Princess Di was critically injured. 15 hours later, when I was back in my apartment in SIN, I saw the news confirmed that she had died. Honestly, at that time, I do not know what or how to feel. Because, aku bukannya kenal Princess Di ni pun. I can see on TV how people cried and betapa banyaknya news coverage. 10 years ago, I was too wrapped up in my own world (bersama-sama Siamang ECAku and 2,3 jejaka yang lain) to take any notice of Princess Di and her life, although, I do know that the royal couple had divorced years before and Princess Di's string of scandals and relationships.
Living permanently in England since 2000 exposed me to loads of stuff concerning the two...Princess Di and the tak hensem, PC. I started to read more stuff on papers and magazines. The media obsessions here with the royal families made my knowledge about them deeper and from there, I started to pity Princess Di. Really, really sorry for her.
I don't think I can identify in any of her commiserations, but to have life orchestrated to destruction by someone she thought she loved and loved her, is heartbreaking.
Charles and Camilla is one true love. Why he didn't marry her before, hanya dia aje yang tahu, but obviously kalau dia kahwin dgn CPB tu, tak dapek lah dia nak naik takhta kan? Gila kuasa sungguh!!! CPB went on and marry her then husband, PC went on and marry Princess Di, yang mati-matilah ingat yang dirinya itu dicinta oleh si PC tu cam nak rak.
As much as I want to appreciate the power of first love and how it will never die, I can't see any point at all why the need to capsized one's life into massive destruction. If I really want to relate this story with my Ex-Chenta-Agung story, well...according to him (kalau dia tipu, tipu lah I ye) I am his first love...but he married someone else. He thought his marriage will work, but it didn't (padan muka kau!!!) and quickly realised that it was me that he truly loves. Tetapi masalahnya, my ECA tu bukan lah anak Raja ke hapa benda yang akan terlepas takhta or harta berbillion if he married me. Anak ketua kampung pun bukan. Saja kan menggatal tak leh tunggu aku balik belajar gamaknya. Like people say, kucing kalau nampak ikan depan mata...and his wife was the 'ikan' depan his mata, while I was the 'ikan' who was struggling on the other side of the world.
When I think back, Princess Di tu lagi sengsara hidupnya, when I was spared the possible destruction (kalau I kahwin dgn siamang tu) Princess Di really thought that PC loves her...and she left everything for him, unbeknown that he is in love with another woman all along. In the end, she died a victim. Victim of siamang bertopengkan anak raja Britain.
My ECA married his wife...separated, went out with me again for another 1 1/2 years but later balik ke wife dia balik. So, who is his true love? And now, although not in so many words, macam nak kembali kepangkuan aje.From what I heard, he divorced his wife 2 years after their reconciliation...and has been single since. And dia ni, since 2,3 years ago, dengan muka tak malunya nak menjejak kasih dengan I. patutkah diberi muka orang macam ni?
But, here I am, slagging him off at the available opportunity. Why can't I just erased him out and never think of him? Why am I always talking about him? Aku ke yang masih menanti babi terbang?
p/s kepada sesiapa yang sungguh gersang menunggu gossip, ketahuilah olehmu yang reality nya, aku ni berkerja makan gaji...so,ada hari-hari yang boleh main ular dengan tekun dan ada juga hari-hari yang kena berjaga malam buat kerja cam nak rak. Yang nyatanya, I do not have the privillege nak bergulung dalam selimut dalam office macam Ratu Kucing tu.Harap Bersabar ye.
Monday, August 06, 2007
His email was short but sharp, enough to make me sakit hati and made Kiah Kidman become the brunt of it for more than 20 minutes.
***Hey, I'm coming for a meeting at F***k***t, then to T*e H***e and finally in London. Suppose we can meet up for coffee?*** I'm leaving on ***, maybe email back your number? Kisses.
First, is it me or memang common orang nak ajak keluar will use the 'let's have coffee' line? I know him, he likes coffee and I suppose, if it comes from him,that is not a monkey line.
Second,what is it with man and the need to open the can of worms? Okay, my ECA likes fishing, so to open a can of worm for him is necessary, but sekarang ni, ikan-ikan kan ke dah pandai memilih tak nak makan cacing? Semua ikan kan dah pakat-pakat ikut Jennifer Aniston low-carb diet, so instead of cacing, they might fall for another kind of bait.
My ECA, although once upon a time is a top student at UMIST but seriously, if I may say, being in position that I am now, maybe probably dia ada undiagnosed learning difficulties. Bodoh!Bongok! Will you, any man even with a average score point in their IQ test, would you reconsider
a) Attempt to ask the girl out when you, 12 years ago, dumped this girl mercilessly? Oh yeah..the same girl that you promise to marry only to tell her 4 weeks before your wedding to someone else that your whirldwind romance with her was a mistake?
b) Attempt to ask the same girl out and this is the same girl that you dumped mercilessly but only to tell her 2 months after you got married to a woman that you claimed 'different and understanding' that you had made a mistake marrying the 'different and understanding' wife and now, beg the girl to give him another chance.
c) Attempt to ask the same girl out, the same girl that stupidly agree to forgive you and spent the whole year going out with you again, only to discover by accident that your wife is pregnant, despite you claiming 'ohhh..tak cinta'. Tak cinta? Harkk tuih!!!! This is another thing with men, dengan wife 'tak cinta' but if really 'tak cinta', camna pulak air boleh terlepas masuk? Nak kata artificial insemination, takdelah pulak kan, more like natural insemination...wholeheartedly, of course.
Okay...honestly, there was never a moment that I don't think about him (adalah jugak..especially bila main pc game) but, 12 years is long enough time to realised that ships,boats even kayaks has sailed. You can still waive at them when they sailed passed you but to jump on it again, there's a big chance that you might drown.Well, here I am, keep telling myself that.So, who is the real 'Bangang' ? Why can't I just do the Johnny Hates Jazz to him...tell him off, you know you're giving me, nothing but shattered dream. Cisss...
At the moment, my suitable reply to his email will be the wordings from TLC's, No Scrub...or for him, shall I change it to 'No Getah Sekerap'? But, wouldn't it be good and better if I just ignore it? Lagipun, I kan ada Jantan Tembam to keep me busy? Hehehe...wouldn't you like to know, Kiah?
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Tetapi you all.....nak menyampaikan ke area tu, kami telah melalui macam-macam perit getir, yakni bau-bau busuk yang datangnya dari lembu-lembu Ireland. At times, bau terlampau busuk, I thought that it must be a mixture of taik lembu+taik kuda+taik gembala lembu+taik gembala kuda+taik manusia-manusia lain yang takde tamadun yang bangsa berak bertabur-tabur.Ya Allah....busuk betul....macam bau politik kat Malaysia sekarang tau (alamak Yanz...I dah baca dah that blog...so scandalous kan?)
Tak cukup dengan trauma bau busuk, kat satu tempat ni...while I dgn MB2 tengah menjamu karipap, tiba-tiba kedengaran Mb1 (drebar) and Makji Eton (co-pilot) menjerit-jerit cam kena sampuk Puaka Tebing Biru. Bila we all pandang depan....hah kau!! melambak anak kambing Mary keluar tah dari mana...yang pada pemikiranku yang senantiasa dikelabui oleh anasir-anasir jahanam, I thought anak kambing tu akan berpakat-pakat menyerang we all yang dalam kereta ni...aaahhhhhh!!!!
But, anak-anak kambing Mary tu hanya mengembek and berlalu-laluan sambil terberak cirit aje...itu aje ke?
**** Dalam keadaan yang sungguh Tingtong From Tooting, even though dah tidur dengan senyenyak-nyenyak nya...apasal pulak kan, mengantuk semacam, adakah makanan, minuman ku or karipap ku telah di spike oleh manusia yang mahu mengambil kesempatan atas diriku yang lemah ini? (Macam sialllll okay, bunyiknya!!!)
**** Why am I still at Twickenham pada hari sabtu minggu ini? Kenapa tak pergi menjalan kewajipan sebagai isteri yang solehah kat rumah orang itu? Jawapannya, hah!! Pepagi buta dah ku sumpah orang itu...maka, entry ini dibuat and fikiran Makji tengah dipengaruhi oleh hati yang panas...apa ni? Asyik panas hati aje.
Okay, untuk memuaskan hati kau Kiah (seperti mana kau memuaskan hatiku dengan membuat 3 entry dalam seminggu macam itik berak) dan juga para-para pencinta gossip murahan, I finally agree to meet K, my once upon a time schoolmate. I texted him back, confirming the date and time for coffee. For a change, instead of travelling to London, I suggested Guildford, easier for him because it is not far from Reading, and I, fancy a change of scenery…(ye lah, but I regretted not long after, when realised that Guilford is the place that me and Nicholas Davis used to meet for coffee and mengadu-domba hal office)
This jantan tembam, as he physically appear, is called K (nama sebenar kenalah dirahsiakan) for sure he is not Siti Nurhaliza’s wealthy husband although I can swear that if he is not affected badly by the syndrome baking powder, (mulut aku, menanti masa aje untuk dicili oleh TLC kan?) he may as well look like Datuk K, only taller and perma tanned. K works for the local uni in Malaysia and is here for his PHD and is due to finish next year. Dah dekat setahun setengah dia kat sini???
I was quite anxious…pasalnya, when I arrived at
As I stroll down to the Guildford High Street, I keep thinking, should we just minum kopi aje or nak ajak dia lunch…sampai ke tahap, if I ajak dia makan, mau kah dia makan chicken sandwich ayam katok tu or any form of ayam dishes (if sandwich is too lame) that is understandably, tak halal, as we are not in Arab/Pakistani populated area. In the end, few steps before the Costa Coffee, I just think…okay, we will order the coffee, and if my tummy start berbunyi-bunyi mintak diisi, I will just order muffin. By that, I bolehlah maintain kewanitaan sejati…ye lah, makan muffin can never be seen as pelahap and nampak class lah
K was early, just as I thought I beat him to it. He was outside the café, smoking and smile away mengalahkan kambing. He reciprocated my handshake with a matsalleh style peck (time well spent in Portsmouth during his degree days) I have to say, that gesture kind of put me at ease, at least I know who am I dealing with…and what sort of wavelength of mentality (or am I speaking too soon?) Kekwat tak I? But after years of building my self esteem to where it is now, I think, I’m allowed to have some kind of expectation, especially to the people who never realised that I exist until it was too late… (nampak sangat ada mental disturbance aku ni)
We chat a lot. He was asking the questions…many of them, considering that he don’t know me that well. We don’t even have lesson in the same class but I remember having to cheer him (or shall I say the football team) up. But I do know him, because his good looks does stand out. As for me, apart from being so unusually tall, I do not have other attributes for him to take any trouble to notice. At time, I was making jokes about him turning into Azhari Hussin, with him being in University Of Reading, doing the same study and dah ada goatee-goatee bagai...nak jadi ahli Jemaah Islamiyyah ke? Dalam hati, I really hope he will laugh at the joke because, people in a sane mind (let alone to be in that location...nak mati kalau org sebelah menyebelah dengar kau buat joke pasal terrorist and bomb) wouldn't joke about things like that...I remember saying to this orang melayu, how I feel that the muslim in Malaysia was a bit too harsh to Lina Joy, what did I get? Muka masam pastu aku dikatanya dah takde semangat keislaman...takde akidah bagai. Eyy..takleh bagi opinion ke? But K, did get the Azhari Hussin's joke.
Chatting with K is like chatting with a new friend, I don't know anything about him apart from dengan siapa dia kemaruk berchenta kat MRSM dulu (that girl happened to be in my persatuan and asrama) K is on the verge of having his marriage dissolved. According to him that is why he is here all by himself. Sedih ke aku mendengar nya? To be honest, I’ll be more sympathetic if a woman said that to me. He told me that he was married for two years…didn’t work out and now needed sometime to himself. I can’t help to think…your marriage just about to end, and here you are, on your own? Hati I macam kena garu nak korek-korek cerita but, there’s rules in a first meeting.
We both had coffee and aku, asked for muffin while he cheekily asked 'eh, makan satu aje ke'. Apakah maknanya tu? Kau nak aku jadi badak cam kau jugak ke? Gentlemanly, he paid for our coffee and my muffin although I insist on paying...knowing that he's a student (tapi dia buat PHD kan..so, masih dapat gaji separuh kan?) We promise to keep in touch, and dia pulak dengan gatalnya suggest 'Lain kali you bayar pulak'. I have to say that he is very keen (he has been calling non-stop today masa I tengah tidur)
Bila dah bergaduh (serious ni) dengan F ni, mulalah hati ni nak cari alternative lain. He texted me last night asking how was my Ireland trip (merasa kalau aku bawak dia, mau dihabiskan karipap kita kan, Makji Eton)
There’s thing that I need to know about him, like, how on earth has he become so, so fat? (and lain-lain) What say you Kiah?