You know, there's this person I hate (or maybe just 'despise' because 'hate' is too strong a word), but I can't exactly explain why. I just hate her. It's one of those things. She just annoys the hell outta me. Even until now. And we've known each other for years and years. And when I think back, I think the reason why I started hating her back when we were kids was because she did certain things on purpose just to annoy me. Like you know those competitive types of ppl that do everything to be one step better than you. Copy-cats, etc. I've no idea why I let her get at me so much, but I did. And now, when we're both older, I still hate her.
No, maybe just despise her. I know I sound mean and bitchy when you're reading this, but she was the person who would rat on me in class if I was passing notes, would rat on me if I had borrowed someone else's homework to copy, that type of thing. She's the type of person to pretend she's British even though she's full-blooded Malaysian... yeah you know.
Why the hell am I blabbing on about this person? Because after so many years, I really feel like I want to send her a message and congratulate her for getting married. But I'm just afraid she'll reply with a catty remark that will hurt my feelings. Saying something to put me down. Which she usually did. But I think I will congratulate her anyway. And she looked beautiful in her wedding photo. I hope she's not like how she was when we were kids anymore. So here goes...
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Keropok lekor
It's raining heavily outside, all of a sudden. The rain came down in a torrent in a split second. I was having some keropok lekor with my sayang at this outdoor eatery, under a wide umbrella, and suddenly the rain came. So I ran from table to table, ducking under each table's umbrella, all the way to the car park, where I waited for him to come with the car. And still I got wet.
The interesting thing about keropok lekor is that it's quite addictive. Plus it's freshly made so the flavour is quite yummy. And my boss, despite being a white guy, likes them. He likes the thin crispy type that my AM sometimes buys after lunch and leaves in the office pantry for everyone to eat. But my boss, he doesn't dip them in the chilli sauce like you're supposed to. Maybe he doesn't know.
Ugh, thinking about bosses, my other boss, the big boss, he will be in the office tomorrow. Which means I have to come in to work wearing covered shoes, and not the open-toed shoes I usually wear. The ones with a heel but actually look more like sandals. I prefer those because covered shoes give me blisters. But I will have to wear proper shoes tomorrow in the office because Maltop will be in, and I'll have to actually go into his room to get his signature for something. Eesh, so leceh... But I'm also excited because I have a new haircut!! Yay! So at least I'll look presentable. Big boss is so strict about the presentable appearance.
The interesting thing about keropok lekor is that it's quite addictive. Plus it's freshly made so the flavour is quite yummy. And my boss, despite being a white guy, likes them. He likes the thin crispy type that my AM sometimes buys after lunch and leaves in the office pantry for everyone to eat. But my boss, he doesn't dip them in the chilli sauce like you're supposed to. Maybe he doesn't know.
Ugh, thinking about bosses, my other boss, the big boss, he will be in the office tomorrow. Which means I have to come in to work wearing covered shoes, and not the open-toed shoes I usually wear. The ones with a heel but actually look more like sandals. I prefer those because covered shoes give me blisters. But I will have to wear proper shoes tomorrow in the office because Maltop will be in, and I'll have to actually go into his room to get his signature for something. Eesh, so leceh... But I'm also excited because I have a new haircut!! Yay! So at least I'll look presentable. Big boss is so strict about the presentable appearance.
Ants on a Sunday
I woke up this morning to discover my arms were sore and aching. When I stood up they hung limply against my sides. I am getting heavier, I thought, this is part of the ageing process. Or the fattening process. I am putting on so much weight that my body aches carrying around so much weight. What a depressing thought to wake up to!
Then when I went upstairs, I was greeted with so much sunshine from the windows, I was happy again. And even when I saw that the ants were devouring the chocolate sea-shells, still in their box, I didn't get angry. They are one of God's creatures after all and need to eat something, so I didn't disturb them but rescued whatever untouched chocolates there were on a piece of tissue paper and ate them. Or eating them this very moment. The scene with the ants reminded me of the passage Gabriel Garcia Marquez wrote in One Hundred Years of Solitude when the ants carried away the baby that Aureliano Babilonia left in the basket at the end of the book. Such a morbid thing, but true though, these ants will eat anything. Especially tropical jungle ants.
Ants are everywhere.
But the thought of my new short hair, and the freedom it brings, and the warm sunshine on a Sunday still makes me cheerful. Despite the ants eating the box of chocolates that I only just opened last night. I should never have left them on the coffee table. These ants will eat anything sweet.
Then when I went upstairs, I was greeted with so much sunshine from the windows, I was happy again. And even when I saw that the ants were devouring the chocolate sea-shells, still in their box, I didn't get angry. They are one of God's creatures after all and need to eat something, so I didn't disturb them but rescued whatever untouched chocolates there were on a piece of tissue paper and ate them. Or eating them this very moment. The scene with the ants reminded me of the passage Gabriel Garcia Marquez wrote in One Hundred Years of Solitude when the ants carried away the baby that Aureliano Babilonia left in the basket at the end of the book. Such a morbid thing, but true though, these ants will eat anything. Especially tropical jungle ants.
Ants are everywhere.
But the thought of my new short hair, and the freedom it brings, and the warm sunshine on a Sunday still makes me cheerful. Despite the ants eating the box of chocolates that I only just opened last night. I should never have left them on the coffee table. These ants will eat anything sweet.
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