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Random Thoughts of a Lioness

The reward of conformity was that everyone liked you, except yourself.

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This is me. Like it or not. 'I have long since come to believe that people never mean half of what they say, and it is best to disregard their talk and judge only their actions' - Dorothy Day, 1952

Monday, January 31, 2005

Forging new ones, rekindling the old..

First of all, my heartfelt thanks to Pok Ku, Mokciknab and the gang for that wonderful Nasi Dagang Party they hosted last weekend. Not only that we had good food (and drinks for those coffee addicts), we finally get to meet some of the people behind the blogs we read as our morning coffee. Elisa, we look forward to your Easy Peasy Chicken Kebab next few months. *BTW, Anis is as comel as she is in pictures!* My only regret is that I didn't get to say hi to DZ who was there with her parents. I just love her writing!

I realised that I have been terrible at keeping up with my close friends the past 12 months. Yup, I've been busy battling my own demons, but that shouldn't be any excuse to not allocate a few hours for the people who had made such an impact in my life.

So over the weekend, I called up my buddies to catch up.

First up was Kerry. In the past year, (although we've managed not to miss birthdays and festive celebrations) we have been so out of each other's life that I haven't even met her beau of 6 months! Yes, we talk about him on the phone, and even exchanged fears about the 'Meet-The-Parents' session..but last Friday was the first time that I actually meet him. He is no Keanu Reeves, and he may be a little substandard to Aunty Angel's eyes, but he makes my friend happy. After the episodes with Steph and Arv, it is enlightening to see Kerry having a guy to call her own. She bullies him to no end *well, that's Kerry for you*, but KK looks happy enough to do anything to please her. After dinner and two frames of bowling, Kerry and I made a pact to start spending more time together. Weekly tennis sounded great.

During dinner with them, I bumped into an old classmate. Erica and I were rather close throughout high school, with me always in her house in Kampung Cina for extra classes. She is one of those typical Terengganu chinese girls- those who speak superb Malay (in Terengganu dialect to boot!), dated Malay boys in school and knows her nasi dagang. We lost track of each other after school. We actually squealed and jumped up and down right there in the middle of Little Penang Cafe! We have each other's contacts now..and been exchanging sms-es.

Determined to keep on rekindling my old friendships, I invited Aefy over for brunch on Saturday - which happened to be her birthday. This wonderful lady has been in my life eversince we were dropped off at Sultan Sulaiman primary on our first day of school. We've been through almost everything - from exams to holidays, from first kisses to break-ups, from boyfriends to husbands. She is now the proud mother of beautiful baby Sarah..but at the same time - she never changed a bit. With our husbands coming from different worlds, Aefy and I tend to see less of each other over the years. The latest bombshell she dropped was that they are moving back to KT next month. *sigh* But looking at the bright side, we get to continue our aiskring goreng ritual!

Also present that morning was the everdearest NKN. Just having spent her last 2 weeks auditing in Penang, she was up and about from the word GO that day. We went to get food and cakes, she all the while filling me in about her cousin's upcoming engagement. We placed a call to Ely, who is now 5 months preggers just to know how she was doing while waiting for Aefy to show. Once all of us got together, Sarah was left at the men's mercy! A combination of nasi lemak, ice cream cakes and gossips can be quite self-indulging! It was a belated birthday get together for NKN as well, since we missed hers last week.

It was a good weekend. In line with the prediction and advise for those born in the Year of the Horse in 2005, I should slow down and start smelling the flowers. This, believe is my first step.

Now, to get another friend to have coffee ... *lion3ss starts planning*

A birthday shout to Ace and E as well. Wishing you guys a great year ahead and hope to see you soon!

Thursday, January 27, 2005

Need a new watch? Eat a fish.

Bro took Buster and I for dinner last night. Not wanting to hear me going on and on about my craving for crabs and lamb chops, the boys took me to that all-you-can-eat place in Kampung Pandan. The restaurant was empty when we arrived, so we managed to pile up our plates with all those seafood and meat. *nyum*

While waiting for our food to grill and boil, we were talking about Buster's annual trip with the boys next April. They are planning to go to Bangkok before SL gets married this June. Bro was already giving him a sly grin when he mentioned the words bachelor party. Hmmm... don't ask me why I agreed to it. Thought it'll be good for them to continue their tradition eventhough two of them are married *plus I didn't know Patpong was part of the iterinary!*. Both of them were going on and on about Bro's last trip to Thailand and how it is only fair that I don't question the 'educational trip' since I went there myself last year!

I wanted to tag along first I heard about it, not to spoil their party - no, I wouldn't even think of doing that *batting eyelashes innocently* but to go shopping. But Kimmy, SL's fiancé wanted to go as well, and the boys were not too keen on the idea. Wish I could go for a getaway on my own too. The last one I took was more than a year ago. But friends have their own agenda - singlehood, work, boyfriends and in some cases, babies. Maybe I should just take that long overdue trip to Penang. Any takers?

Anyway, talking about Penang, this conversation came up while I was choosing a fish to steam last night:

Buster : The fish looks good. You think they're fresh?

Bro : They look so. But wonder where they're from.

Buster : Does it make any difference?

Bro : Well, if the fish are from Penang and Kedah you just might be lucky tonight.

Buster : Why? Sebab murah, is it? Yelah, with the tsunami and all.

Bro : That, plus it is like main tikam lah. Apparently, ada orang jumpa Rolex lah, wedding bands lah in the fish over there.

Buster : Mujo bukan jumpa jari.

Bro : Hok tu ada jugoklah.


I spent the rest of my dinner eating meat and mushrooms.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Scribblings of a bored lion3ss

I'm shivering and clattering
The room is so cold,
it's pratically freezing
The programme is going well,
thank goodness for that
I don't wanna back to the hellhole,
and be welcomed with a THWAT!

Day started off slightly unnerving
With laptops blinking,
and projectors failing
But before Cruella turned mad
(and for that, I'm mighty glad),
good samaritans came to save the day
So it's true what they say
Being nice to people never fails to pay.

Oooh, Crazy Woman just gave me the look
Better stop this scribbling,
and chuck this in my book
Pray for me I'll make it thru,
And live another day to share this with you!

Monday, January 24, 2005

The Triple Double U - Work, weight and weekends.

A belated Hari Raya Aidiladha to all! Hope it was a wonderful weekend for everyone, except maybe for the cows and goats.

Things have been so topsy turvy the past couple of weeks that I hardly have the time to write. *sigh* Going to work now is becoming a terrible chore. I hate waking up in the morning thinking of what the day's fiasco would be. I so understand how EllyB feels about working right now. And for those whom I've consulted on the incident last week, thanks. It is still bugging me to the core, my sleep is still disturbed, and I am just waiting for the next screaming session to start. But I guess now it is more of 'wait & see' whether our predictions will come true.

Riiiight, enough with the sad stuff.

The trip back was a short one. After running at neckbreaking speed and holding a flight full of annoyed passengers to wait for us, we made it to good ol' KT on Thursday afternoon. Buster almost gave up hope and got himself mentally ready with the thought of driving, but we made it just in time, thanks to Man Kawad. *It was just our luck that DekNi and Fru were sitting behind us. They gave us no end about delaying the flight!* T was at home as well, so we had almost a full quorum on Raya morning. Abang and IJ decided to go back during CNY, an even longer weekend.

Mama decided to feed us, feed us and feed us. And to think she is the one complaining about our weight:

Adik, you look fat-lah..

Your trousers look err..a bit tight-lah ..

Buster is getting bigger than Drew Carey!

When I was your age, I was still a size 6..


...and so on...*rolls eyes*

But yet she cooked our fave dishes, enough for an army. Nasi minyok, lidoh bakor, gulai udang, the works! God bless her. *grin* And we managed to sneak out to have our dosage of fried ice cream at Batu Burok too! Saturday saw us rushing back to KL and back to Daddy's kampung. We missed the actual qurban *not that I'm complaining* and we missed the part where we cut and weigh the meat. But we got fed (again) by the aunties and uncles, and it was all worth it.

The rest of the weekend saw me babysitting the kids (read: making sure they don't turn my house into a tsunami-hit town) while finishing my office assignment. Managed to keep them busy tinkering with the PC - they are so easily amused with even Powerpoint! Oh, and dating Buster *smile*. We went to watch movies on both days (Meet The Fockers is just hilarious!) and found new places to eat. After the outburst I had last week, we are both trying to find a middle ground. He promised to spend more quality time at home, and I told him I'd be more understanding when it comes to his family.

Work today is a totally opposite story, but I shall not let that get to me yet. Bro is in town, and Buster invited him to have dinner at home tomorrow. Now that I've hit it off so well with Kak Wan, he should be extremely nice to me..MUAHAHAHA!

And no Bro, a light bulb as a housewarming gift doesn't apply anymore!

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

The drama is not over yet!

With Cruella not having the time to spare for me today, I still feel like I am on death row. Spoke to her Royal Craziness, and while she understood and accepted mt apology, she still reminds me of the Cruella's wrath (as well as NSL).

Fish-talking-friend tried to butt in apparently, saying that it might be an honest mistake like she did a few years back. Cruella's response?

Hell NO. This is HER mistake alone!

Who asked her not to check betul betul?

Ni kalau aku bagi rating teruk, orang kata aku jahat!


Wish me luck to see her tomorrow..hope she'll be in a better mood.



Sunday, January 16, 2005

Hmmm..

Not too old, but not too young either..





You Are 21 Years Old



21





Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.





Courtesy of Natinski's blog

Friday, January 14, 2005

Go out and be happy!

The weekend is here again.

Go out there and be with your loved ones.

Go have a picnic.

Go watch a movie.

Go have fun..for goodness' sake.


As for me, I shall be at home. DVD marathons, trying out new dishes and just bumming around.

And on Sunday, we are going to Bukit Jalil to watch Anuar Zain *fingers crossed that he'll win* - compliments of Emil. Hmmm..wonder if he gave up his backstage passes to us as well.


Thursday, January 13, 2005

When people say nothing at all..

Just received an SMS from my aunt (let's call her Aunt #2). Apparently she just heard from another aunt, Aunt #3 that Aunt #1 is going for a brain tumor operation today. And that my cousin, Hot Mama (daughter of Aunt #3) is getting married this Monday. The thing is, Aunt #2 reminded me that both information are hush hush and even if I was asked, I didn't find out from her.

Funny how people regard some important news as secretive, while when it comes to putting people down - it is a free-for-all information. I mean, a wedding is a auspicious occasion, why keep it a silent affair? True, it is her second wedding but most of us already know about her plans! And on Aunt #1 - all of us accepted the fact that after her marriage to Pak Long ended, she doesn't quite feel at ease around the family. We keep in touch, see each other during celebrations but not quite as close. Still, an important operation like this? We won't visit if she doesn't want us to, but the least we could do is offer our prayers. We can't do that if we didn't know right?

But when it comes to gossip, oh my! People wouldn't even think twice to spread the news, sometimes with a dash or two of their own seasoning (Aboh calls it nasik tamboh). Why they get divorced, how much was their house, who is having marital trouble, who said what to whom..you get the drift. In the actual fact, these are the things you think people would want to keep mum about!

Aunt #2 and I got into a series of SMS-es after that. I realise that this doesn't just stop in families. It happens everywhere - at school, at work..etc. The juicier the gossip, the better. Sometimes, you get a surprise when some colleagues ask you about your deepest, darkest secret *Of course, the version with some salt and pepper!* when only a couple of people knew about it. And by then, you just pray that this colleague won't spread the info to the next two.. and the next two.. and the next two..

I guess this is how the wise elderly folks come up with:

Mulut tempayan boleh ditutup, tapi mulut orang..

*Errr, is this right?*

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Ramblings of the heart..

No one ever said life was a smooth ride. There are stops and bumps along the way, and the best we could do is take a deep breath, and put the car into gear again. No matter how hurtful. No matter how frustrating. No matter how tiring.

There are times when what you desire is not in line with what the person you share your life wants. He may agree with you to a certain extent, but the end results are of two different things. You may envision a home with just the two of you trying to start living together. He might see it as having a second home to sleep in. You may look forward to prepare dinner, no matter how tasteless it may be. But he might reckon eating at his home a better alternative, no matter how awkward the situation puts you in. You find paying the maids to do the ironing for workclothes is enough, while he sees it as a reason to keep carrying laundry back and forth. These..among other things.

You may sigh. You may shed a tear or two. You may even be tempted to vent. But you then realise that you are in this for better or worse. You realise that when it comes to this, no one else should be around except you and him. So instead, all you end up doing is take that slow drive home, and cry your heart out while listening to Barry Manilow.

The moment you reach home, you'd feel slightly better, and ready to face the bumps again. *Oh, and a round of laundry and scrubbing the toilet is always a good way to get your mind off things!* You step on the clutch, get into gear and slowly stepping on the accelerator again, hoping that the next bump would be easier.

And secretly wish that one day, he too knows how you really feel and realises that both you and him are in this 'building a new life' together.

Friday, January 07, 2005

It's finally Friday again..

After what has been a tremendously LOOOOOONG week, it is finally Friday!

Before I forgot, thank you for the suggestions and well wishes concerning the incident with Crazy Woman. *Trust me, when I call her Crazy Woman there is a valid reason!*

Had soft shell crab for lunch aka counseling session with Ziggy. Mrs Chip, who are also in the middle of rebelling against her boss joined us. Ziggy, God bless her, tried to give her view from both sides - as an ikan bilis as well as a manager. But one thing for sure, she agreed that my boss was indeed...errr..wacko. Hehehe..

Tomorrow we're going to Pak Long's wedding reception. My dearest uncle, got married in a small ceremony last month to his girlfriend of six years. After being a divorcee for the past 10 years, he has finally found the person to share his love and life again. Aunty Rosie, is a extremely nice lady who shares the same passion for art and education with him. All of us are just so happy and excited!

This reception in turn make up a good excuse for me to turn down the 'chance' for me to appear in an RTM telemovie. Since they needed someone who can play tennis and look young enough to pass for 18, Nur proposed my name. Not only that I have to wear long pants and look ugly, I needed to lose to the heroin. *rolls eyes* Guess MJ would have to do it alone..muahahaha... ]

Me, acting? Maybe not!

*No Gemini, this doesn't mean I won't help out in your next movie!*

Well, enough for today. Am off for my evening walk. Have a great weekend, beautiful people!

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

I think I just commited a career suicide..

I don't know what just happened, but I kinda shouted at Crazy Woman.

She asked for it a long time ago, I did it. She never followed up and went for a 3 week holiday. Cruella asked again yesterday, and she jumped.

Told her she wasn't quite a good boss to never be sure of what she wants, and that no, she has never actually listened to me.

She answered back saying that I never came to ask for guidance. And that she is jittery that this little project is not moving as well as it should.

I left her room. She went to the pantry for a listening ear.

I feel like going home. But she is still missing.

Should I just leave whatever she asked for on her table and go?

Or is that like another suicide mission?

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

And which part of 'On Medical Leave' don't you get again?!

Arrrghh! Crazy Woman is driving me up the wall! She had our staff call me at home to ask for things we've given her last month. I was awoken from drug-induced sleep to hear the Anita panicking on the phone.

Couldn't really sleep after that. Since I can't go gallivanting around with the tummy cramp, I went on a SaTC DVD marathon. Ms Sue called me later to tell me Crazy Woman's hellish mood. Apparently, she even questioned my MC validity. She pointed out that maybe I got sick because I went jogging the day before. *rolls eyes*

H-E-L-L-O .. last I heard exercising actually helps women through this time of the month. And as if she didn't notice, I go jogging almost every other day. Well, excuse me, not my fault if I tend to look after my health being and not be a workaholic, a**-kissing, crazy tyrant like yourself.

Sheesh, like bosses like her, who needs Cruella?

Enough about these mad people, am going to get ready for tonight. After the tea party with the tennis gang last Sunday, it is the second wave of housewarming - dinner with the Bangsar friends. Managed to whip up some longan and jelly dessert, but guess the main course would just have to be something from the shops.

Monday, January 03, 2005

A Walk Down Memory Lane - The Gohed Teksi Man

For the rest of the kids in Malaysia, today is their first day of school. But if you are in good ol' Terengganu or Kelantan (and Kedah too, I think?), the school started yesterday. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we, the east coast folks - go to school on a Sunday. *Err..we actually have our assembly on this day too!*

Anyway, the first day of school never fails to remind me of the late Pokcik Musa. He used to bring Abang and another neighbour to kindergarten, so when my turn came my parents decided that he should be the one to take me too. Since they too were teachers, they couldn't leave their school to send me! At first, I was not so keen with the idea since most of my neighbourhood friends got their parents to send them to school. Not only that, they get to wake up later too. You see, Pokcik Musa carried his passengers in a beca (trishaw) for a living. As the journey from the house to my kindy was about 6 km, I needed to get up rather early.

January 1983: First day of school, as I grudgingly walked out of the house, I was greeted by a smiling old man on a teksi (Terengganu people calls a beca teksi while the taxis are called kereta sewa). He had the most pleasant face, of which made me glad he was sending me to school. Pokcik Musa didn't talk much, he let me do all the yapping. Excited about my first day of school, I went on and on telling him where I bought my uniform, the books I had and what time he was supposed to pick me up. All these while he just smiled and listened. Once we reached school, I said my goodbyes to him and told him to pick me up at 12 sharp. I even declined his offer to walk me to class and shoo-ed him. Eager to start my education *Bro, I can hear you go - NERD!* I went straight to class only to be told by Mrs Wong that it was registration day and we were allowed to leave after we paid our fees. I looked at my Snoopy watch and saw that it was only 9 am. What was I suppose to do in the next 3 hours?! Sister Tan said I could wait in the nursery, but they have a gigantic golden retriever and I was scared of dogs. As I was bordering the state of panic, Pokcik Musa appeared. On his way to look for other passengers, he saw other kids going back with their parents. Worried that I'd bawl my eyes out, he came back to rescue me. From that moment, I knew Pokcik Musa is one guy I could always depend on.

He continued 'driving' me to school for a year. Rain or shine, he would always wait in front of the door every day. His smile never left his lips and never once he complained. Not even when I was grumpy. Not even when I pout my lips when I see other teksis cutting in front of us. Once I complained about the amount of vehicles potong-ing us, and all he did was take down the plastic cover he used during rainy days so that I didn't have to see the cars and motorbike ahead of us! He laughed at my jokes, tsk-tsked when I told him about the bullies in school and was as excited as I was at the things I learnt in school. Arwoh Pokcik Musa was a fine example of cool, calm and patience.

During the school break before I entered Kindergarten 2, Pokcik Musa suffered a stroke. He was paralysed from the waist downwards. He also couldn't use his left side of the body anymore. Needless to say, I lost my transport to school and my biggest supporter. And although I get to ride in my neighbour's car to school after that, it never felt as exciting.

Abang and I made it a point to visit Pokcik Musa at his home whenever we could. As both of us grew up and left home, we could only see him once a year - during raya. He would never fail to proudly tell his neighbours (and whoever was at his home) about how he used to take us to school. How small we were at the time, and how much we've grown:

'Abang ning dulu kecik ceh je gi skoloh'

'Mek ning dulu, maroh sokmo kalu lambat. Kite lah hok duk jaga dia'

'Ni anok cikgu ning, blajo obersi lening. Dulu masa kecik kite hok duk ator gi skoloh'

Even T wasn't spared.

'Hok ning dulu baru branok kena tingga ngang cikgu gi mekkoh. Kite ah duk tengok tengok dia ngan abang kakok dia'

It was rather sad to see our Hercules-like gohed teksi man having to crawl to move from place to place. He was always on his verandah whenever we visit him, looking out to the road in front of his house. But he would never fail to bring up the good memories he had taking care of us. And that always made him happy.

The last time I saw him was a day after my marriage. I went to his house to introduce Buster to him and Mokcik, but he couldn't really see well at the time. Although he was supposed to be bedridden, he sat up and talked to us for almost a hour. He told Buster his stories, and although I've heard them hundreds of times, I always look forward to them. He even slipped us RM10 for our 'wedding gift' - and it touched us so much as that was a huge amount for him. He couldn't believe I was someone's wife, no longer that small girl who used to ride his teksi.

Pokcik Musa passed away last March, a month after Abang's wedding. We still visit the house whenever we could but now everytime we pass his house, Mokcik would be the one taking his place on the verandah.

Al Fatihah.