Hmmm, I have exactly 38 working days left–with this maroon chair in this funny cubicle. We’ve been through a lot together. He he he. It has seen me in all sorts of moods and patiently supported my restless (sekshi) buttocks without a squeak… I think my chair and I are secret buddies. And we function pretty much the same around here ;) Sometimes I’d like to beat up someone out of frustration just because certain things can’t be changed–at least not by me, thankfully so… I just have to look around and see my admirable hardworking colleagues to realise I’m not cut out to sit in an office all day long. And what’s more, it makes me nervous to be corresponding (daily!) with people who knows exactly what questions to ask and what they want to do with their lives… I need ‘another’ life. I want to be happy not only with who I am but with what I do. I’ve made my working here and there, north and south, a scapegoat for the lack of effort in pursuing my real interest. Pardon me, but shet! I’m gonna hit 30 in a couple of years. My ass and its northern counterparts are gonna sag and swing sideways soon yet I’m still acting like a puberty-stricken child… Damnit, I HAVE a dream! We all have dreams!! Please, please, please don’t let me die a stupid idiot…
Aaah Monday February 24, 2003
Surprisingly, I’m in a zippi-dee-do-dah mood for a Monday… Spent the weekend voluntarily house-bound since Friday evening. If I didn’t have to work this morning, I’m pretty sure I’d still be inside the house. Man, I’m such a hermit… Nevertheless, a beardless, happy hermit. Was able to finish helping Dr. M (not Mahadir lah…) transpose several music pieces for the college graduation and opening ceremony. There’ll be major practising to do in the next couple of weeks and I’m looking forward to be pooped out. Kehaaa, I feel like a real musician already. Now, if I could only get the scraggly Beethoven-look… Hahaa!
Skinikat the Cat February 20, 2003
I’ll miss Skinikat, my devil cat, terribly when I leave. It’s hard not to giggle and strangle him playfully whenever his flabby, fuzzy belly parks on my neck each morning. Flattered by what I thought was his display of affection, I use to melt (and still do) whenever he does this choking wake up call. Oh, but what a gullible lot I am… I realized one day, after several observations, that he was actually sabotaging me out of bed! Right after I made the bed, he’d jump up there, do a couple of cat aerobics and then stretch across like a dead log. What a conniving skunk. And yet I’m attached to him. In years to come, I know I’d still remember the way his furs dominate the floors and the bed covers, the way he chases a rolling shallot across the floor like some Michael Owen after a ball, the way his tail turns bushy whenever he gets all worked up, and the way he leaves scratch and bite marks during our wrestling sessions. Goodness gracious, this is dreadful… I’m attached to a cat! Hmmm, this is another curse isn’t it? these crazy sentiments and attachments we have on things, on people, on a cat??? Ishk! I’m feeling miserable already…
Sit the Sit! February 16, 2003
One of the most relaxing sitting position I would recommend anyone striving for comfort is the *lau-pak style. This style of sitting is quite fashionable among the older, male citizens, with sarong or gapping loose shorts, who usually hang out at the kedai mamak sipping kopi kaw-kaw (thick coffee) while griping about their wives or the local political affairs. In this posture, you need not fuss about the shape of your spine or shoulders because your legs would naturally take care of that. Before you perch on that chair or bench, take off your footwear. Fold your left/right leg towards the crook of your right/left thigh. Bring your right/left leg up and bend your knee towards your chin. That foot can conveniently perch on the edge of your seat. There now… you’re in their league! While youngsters and females can imitate this ambitious position of ease, many still lack the natural pose of those folks back in the kedais. But that can be remedied by practice in the comfort of your home before you demonstrate your skill in public. Do expect to scare your date out of his/her wits if you unconsciously fold your limbs in a posh restaurant while trying to achieve maximum effect of enjoying that piece of steak… It’s alright. It’s not unkind to sacrifice ‘manners’ for comfort. Hehee. You know, I have a reason to believe that lau-pak style was started off by uhm… a short person with short legs. Have you ever sat in a chair where your feet can’t touch the floor? OK, maybe not you, you long-legged giraffe… But I won’t deny having those awkward uh-oh!-dangling-feet-have-I moments one too many times. (Those heartless bangku-makers…) But fortunately our original creator of lau-pak style found a unique way of saving future short-legged beings from harmful stretches as the floor is thousands of feet below… After all have been said and the spittle is dry, I’m pretty sure you’ll agree that the cuppa teh tarik tastes better when you sip it lau-pak style…
(Man, what a load of bull this is…)
*Initially to mean “old man” but I have no idea from which Chinese dialect it supposedly came from. I’m prepared to be wrong and stoned to death…
Yet Another One February 14, 2003
What a strange week. Thought I’d never survive the emotional funk that normally accompanies dreaded pms’s. Every low thought in the head gets augmented and before the sun sets I’m suddenly bawling over everything else that seems wrong with me. Including how much ingus I’ve produced… (What is ingus in English?) Come to think of it, it’s amazing how the demise of a tinyyy egg can cause great havoc to the female clan. Hmm, wonder if a female-dog gets pms… Won’t she become super-bitch? Haaa. Well, it’s a relief to know sanity has returned. That I’m back to being the mindful midget. That I can control my destiny (if not the ovum). Safe weekend y’all!
Daily Dawns February 6, 2003
Daily dawns another day;
Must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friend -
Bed awaits me at the end. Though I go in pride and strength,
I’ll come back to bed at length.
Though I walk in blinded woe,
Back to bed I’m bound to go.
High my heart, or bowed my head,
All my days but lead to bed.
Up, and out, and on; and then
Ever back to bed again,
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall -
I’m a fool to rise at all!–Dorothy Parker, Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom–
Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups February 4, 2003
Reese’s® Milk Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups. Yummmme… A 45 g packet contains two delightful cups that make many an eye twinkle in anticipation. One cup is exactly a thumb (mine!) across in diameter. Take a cup. Put it gently under your now fluttering nostrils. Take one greattttt sniff…. Ah! A sniff that should make your upper lip curl up into a snout like that of a cute piglet. An inviting smell of buttery softness and heaven. Yes, slowly distance your lips from each other. Aah, a little wider now. There… there, calm your excited tongue. Gently unwrap a portion of the screaming Reese’s® Milk Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup. With quiet confidence imbed your gleaming teeth into its pliant surface. AAaahhhhh… Now, the trick is not to chew. Let your tongue and its associate, Mr. Sal Iva (a.k.a. roloi@bihis), do alllll the hard work. And you, lucky lucky fool, sit back and enjoy the feel-good sensation on your taste buds then down your throat and into bottomless pit. Ladies and gentleman, I invite you to get your own cups today… It’s worth delaying those darn email enquiries to respond to.
