whimsical flights of fancy

WOMAD 2005

Monday, August 29, 2005

... was awesome!!

It rocked my balls. If I have any.

Wicked Aura Batucada was WICKED! They were so full of energy, it's infectious! Eli and I started with just mild swaying of our bodies while sitting on the $1 plastic sheet. We moved our hands and jiggled abit of shoulders. They soon turned into wild flayings of limbs. Most of those who wanted to dance went to the dance pit near the front of the stage. Not us. We were the only two who stood up from our spots and danced like mad. Last time I checked, I wasn't drinking any green tea (cos we all know I can get high on those). Pity those sitting behind us who got an eyeful of our asses. Or the lack of them. I almost felt like a Brazilian. I just need a Brazilian wax to complete the whole she-bang.

Not to mention that Eli's eyes were watering for the most part of Wicked's performance cos she saw a hawttie. Ok I saw a hawttie too but my eyes didn't water lah... I was able to control myself. Of course there were some talk describing some of the group members' body parts but we will move on now, shall we...

And then right! Sheila Majid appeared on stage lah seyy!!

We both went a bit crazy cos she was the reason we came actually. We were so anticipating "SINARAN! Mentari menyinari.. Menusuk ke jiwaku..." Cheydebah.

Not say I wanna say lah, but she reminds me of me. I was harrassing Eli, forcing her to admit under duress that I do look like Sheila from some angles but she wanted to kill me already so I shutted up. Hurhur tsk. Shameless, this Awin is. She covered a mixture of new and old songs like 'Bunyi Gitar' and 'Warna-warna'. I swear I was positively happy that night. I realised I don't need green tea to get high. I discovered I can perfectly get high on my own accord. I can get high on Sheila Majid. See that's good, isn't it? I don't have to get drunk on alcohol. I can get high on my own delirium. Haha...

We waited and waited... Now where the hell is 'Sinaran'?

Eli: I'd be SO disappointed if she doesn't sing 'Sinaran'.

Awin: Tell me about it.

(Pause)

Awin: Jila ni!! It'd be better if she's here. We three can groove to 'Sinaran'.

Eli: Yalor... Jila. Tsk.

(And then)

Sheila Majid: And now we've come to the last song of my performance...

Eli and Awin: GASP!!! (while grabbing and clutching each other's hand)

SM: It's an old song...

(Eli and Awin bowing our heads and praying that it'd be 'Sinaran')

SM: An evergreen...

(Eli and Awin still bowng and praying. I thought the guy beside us could probably hear "Please, please PLEASE let it be 'Sinaran')

SM: I give you........

(Very, very long pause)

(Eli and Awin's throat almost jumped out of their mouths)

SM: SINARAN!!!

(Eli and Awin jumped out of their seats, screaming like headless chickens. The contents of my bag delightedly scattered on the grass)

We grabbed our bags and sprinted to the front. We were juvenile teeny-boopers yesterday. But oh do we LOVE it!!

I don't know about Eli but I was screaming like mad. Sing, scream, sing again, then scream again. Siao.

And after all that, we gotta get back to our spot cos we were spent. Eli was like "Eh do we have to go back to our seats..." Me: "Abber-then..." Eli: "Paiseh leh... Later everyone stare at us". Me: "Yahor... So pretty but so retarded".

Then we lied down on our sheet. We must have been quite a sight. Danced like lunatics then quietly cooled down on the grass. Snapped somemore pictures. And we decided to make a move minutes later because we have to prepare for work on Monday. For once, Eli was eager to go home. See what employment can do to you. Hee...

And then more cam-whoring in Park Mall loo.

Awesome night it was. Just awesome.

the enigma was spotted at 18:05

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oh my heart, my heart...

Friday, August 26, 2005

... please don't be broken.

the enigma was spotted at 15:30

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ko-Malas

Thursday, August 25, 2005

... or maybe it should be ku-Malas. Because I'm feeling positively sleepy now. Had lunch from Komala's, courtesy of Tharu, my colleague. That's nice of her. It was a free lunch. Heh...

So Queen Eli would be starting work at my work-place soon. At the front-desk. She would be the image of Madhavan Partnership. A representative. Cheydebah. Temporary position until the lady whose place she's filling in comes back from her maternity leave. But Eli, I won't have lunch with you, you know... Yours is at 12p.m. Mine's at 1p.m. But that's okay cos you'll be Eli the Employed. Hehe...

The Princesses celebrated Princess Asree's birthday on Tuesday. We went to Al-Tazzaq and half of the time, there were complaining about the food and what-nots. And then we went to Marina South because Dayana wanted to smear expensive cake on Asree's face. It was a mistake ok, I'm telling you. My legs were aggressively attacked by them vicious mosquitoes! Vicious, I tell you, VICIOUS!! I had like, ten thousand bites on my legs cann!! Ok there were almost 12 bites lah but whatever. The bumps were so f****n HUGE! Blardee mozzies were sucking the life out of me. I almost cried seeing how they destroyed my legs. I was whining about how my friends don't love me cos they were happily snapping pictures while I was scratching like mad. The long fingernails came in handy though.

And on the drive back, I was feeling sick. I thought I had caught dengue fever and prayed to God to spare my life. I was nauseous. I was dizzy. My stomach was churning. Then I realised that it was Asree's crazy driving that drove me to such a state. He thought that he was the next Michael Schumacher. No, he's not. Confirm.

Ok gotta get back to work. I'm trying my hands on something new called matrimonial preceedings. Yes, I'm doing Divorce. It's so depressing to prepare papers for people who are divorcing. But I'm diggin the scandalous issues as well. OooooH Yeah! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme scandals!! I'm lapping it up.

the enigma was spotted at 13:48

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post monday blues

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

I had my first attack of major monday blues yesterday. A bit more than a year of working and only yesterday the first attack came. I don't know how quite to explain it but it's there, alright. Alot of grunts and sighs, I'm beginning to sound quite irritating.

Anyway, headed home straight after work. A first for me too in a long time. Usually I'd be out somewhere and sent home by Yan, decreasing leg-work and thus, getting a bit lazy to go home by train. But yesterday after work, I took the humble train. No seats lah boy. So there I was standing and staring into space, (like the rest of the office workers, only their faces look more tired and tak semangat langsung!), when I caught a whiff of an amazing, AMAZING odour!!! I turned to my left and saw, the horror the horror, an armful of hair. Which apparently belongs to a man whose race I will not mention under any circumstances, in fear of being dubbed a racist. Which I'm not, for the record. (Although by default of this sentence, we would probably have guessed anyway).

So there I was, trying to move away from this hairy person who probably has not heard of deodorant. To make the distribution of odour easier, he made wild gestures while talking and now and then, I saw a sneak preview of all those armpit hair. Amazing, I tell you. I didn't know a person is capable of having so much hair, that it doesn't bother him.

So when I saw a seat vacated by someone a few stations later, I rushed to it, like any other kiasu Singaporean. Ahh bliss... If not for my tired heeled-feet, at least I'm safe from the odour.

Right?

Wrong!

The person next to me decided to get off from the train and guess who sat next to me??? Mr. Hairy Man I Have Pit Hair For The Whole World To See himself.

I was trying to stiffle my giggles cos I found myself quite rude but at the same time, trying to hold my breathe and I found the whole thing quite absurd. Biadap sungguh, this Awin is. Tsk. I shouldn't be so rude. I should be more understanding. I mean, at the end of the day, I should expect some kinda funky smells in the train now and then, right?

See lah Yan... You spoil me too much. I'm beginning to get a tad too snobbish for my own good.

the enigma was spotted at 09:14

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my mum again

Thursday, August 18, 2005

My mum suffered the same thing again as the one she had in June. On Wednesday morning at 1.25 a.m., my brother knocked on my bedroom door. I opened and saw my mum gasping for dear breaths. Her skin was waxy cold to the touch. She was perpiring from every pore of her body. She was pale and staring into space. She couldn't speak. I was numb and scared shitless. Good thing my brother Farhan was there. He massaged my mum. My dad quickly got ready to send her to NUH. I bundled my mum up and told her not to wear tudung, cos it's so troublesome when she's so sick like that. She grabbed one nonetheless. I told Farhan to look after her and looked after my dad too; see that he's not speeding like mad. I stayed at home to look after the house and Faiz.

I pity Farhan and my dad cos both of them did not have the chance to sleep before my mum got down with the gastric flu again. I'm not even sure if it's gastric flu. I'll just call it that for now. Farhan has been juggling school, body-building and work on weekends. On top of that, he has been going home late almost everyday due to his entrepreneuring stuff. His sales-pitch from house to house selling magnetic mattress sheets. I didn't tell him straight in his face but I kinda admire his preseverance and will and never-say-die attitude. Maybe I should place my ego aside and tell him that I do admire him.

So on Wednesday, I took an urgent leave to look after my mum. My dad has to work, and I told my brother to just go to school cos he had exams. I wonder how he managed to do his papers without sleep. So apparently, they stayed at NUH with my mum until about 6a.m. and the doctor concluded that my mum has alot of gas in her body. How scary is that. All the gases accumulated and causes sickness. She was prescribed Antacid. The doctors increased her dosage from 10ml per intake in June, to 15ml per intake now. She's going to a gastroenterologist this October for a scope to ascertain the real cause of the problem. I pray she's going to be okay.

I have alot of things on my mind. I suddenly feel that I have to take on some responsibilities in the house. Too many times, I've taken my mum for granted. Like cleaning the house and such. And doing all the mumsy chores, like taking out the garbage or the simple task of washing the dishes. I hope I can be strong. I hate feeling insecure and incapable.

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Last Saturday at the gig at MICA building, I did not do any juvenile behaviour. Because the Red Missus came aknock-knock-knocking on my uterus wall. So instead of jumping for joy, I was cringing with pain. And if that's not enough, I was so overdressed. I was the only girl wearing ORANGE okay for goodness' sakes. All the girls wore like either black, black or black. Black nail polish, black lips, black hair, black-kohled eyes. I looked really friendly in comparison. Haha... And dig this: Yan was the only male wearing PINK. How sweet. The other guys wore either, you've guessed it, black, black or black.

I was just staring at my surroundings with boredom and had my arms crossed. All kids lah sey... I feel quite old. Yan was like, "Shit, I can't wait to get out of here. I'm just here to play and then go." Me: "Same here." Hahaha... Lucky I went in free. Someone stole a tag (evidence you've paid and hence, able to gain entry to that 'desired', noisy place) for me. And I bumped into my cousin. She was in the standard uniform of black. Ceydebah punk sey detu... Then she pretended I'm not her cousin. I understood perfectly. Because tak cool sey aku... Pergi sana pakai orange. Ahaha...

the enigma was spotted at 09:15

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luahkan pekung di dada...

Friday, August 12, 2005

... or is that the correct malay idiom? My Malay quite rusty now lah seyy...

I finally let off steam to the intended people who deserve it. Aku sebat jer semua. Siapa terasa, terasa ah kau, gi mampos.

I didn't even plan if I should say the words that have been kept supressed all this while. But say, I did. And when I opened this mouth, it went on a gab-frenzy. I went on and on. And when I was done, I felt kinda guilty and almost apologetic that they had to hear me sebat them one by one verbally. Cos we all know I am right and we all know that those who push me way over the limits would some day, see the light of consequences.

They apologised, and that more or less allayed my anger. One thing I've learnt from Yan is that, when people apologise, accept the apology graciously and forget. I'm sorry, I can forgive but it will take a while for me to forget. Just like I remember goodness, it is hard for me to forget badness. Let's just wait and see if the sebats do them any good, or will history repeats itself. I'm so full of idioms today. I'm so full of crap.

Went out with the Princesses Dayana and Huda last evening. Huda gave us our gifts from Hong Kong and it was quite exciting to have a new shawl weeeeeee... Thanks Huda! We had dinner at this Indonesian Javanese eatery at Lucky Plaza and they ate Ayam Penyet and I had Ikan Penyet. Some fried catfish, with the head and the tail all... So happening lah the fish. I've only eaten catfish from Swensens and those didn't come with the heads and tails cann... Apparently, Dayana said that the chickens were smashed first before serving, hence the name 'penyet'. These people come up with the oddest things cann...

Can't wait to watch that boy perform tomorrow. I'm hoping to do some juvenile behaviour. Yay I'm gonna be a groupie.

the enigma was spotted at 18:24

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resident kaypohs

Monday, August 08, 2005

I always wonder how some relationships can withstand all the shits that Life throws at them. I'm sure they have their ups and downs (I can't help using 'ups and downs' eventhough it sounds very cliche and I hate that phrase), but I wonder how they always manage to get back out from the dumps. When I was sixteen, I never thought love would be this way. I thought it was pretty simple. 'This date, I pay for your McDonalds meal, next time we eat KFC, you pay ok?' But I suppose this is how things should be done. This is how love teaches you to be strong and be a better person, and in the process, moulds your principles, values and integrity. And this is how you love deeply and strongly, it hurts.

From the start of a legacy called Yan & Awin (cheydebah), there has been tumultuous chain of bad occurences that are always present to ruin us. There has been uninvited comments and criticisms about us, and how short-lived our relationship was going to be. How people accused me of being anal and how big of a control queen I'm going to be. What a doormat Yan is. How frigid I am as a girlfriend that he can't even steal a kiss from me.

I've tolerated all that, because I feel that they are out to ruin us. I've tolerated all that because I know that they have a low self-esteem and that by vilifying Yan and I, it makes them a 'bigger' person. Makes them feel good about their own shortcomings. Makes them feel powerful by belittling mini me. I've tolerated all that, and I can tolerate more.

But what I can't tolerate is when someone whispers evil things into Yan's ears and says nasty things about me. How Yan should be aware of my so-called 'bad' intentions. How probably one day, Yan is probably going to be left all alone while I run off with another. I cannot be sure of what this person tells Yan exactly, and he doesn't know too. But I can only guess and assume.

It's definitely the works of an evil mind and a black heart. Those of the suspicious superstitions. The darker nature, if you know what I mean. There's nothing Yan and I can do about this, except pray to the all-merciful Allah and ask for his enlightenment and guidance.

I adore Yan and I know that he is wise in knowing what's right and wrong. I just wish that bloody woman, who by all accounts has not seen me or spoken to me, would leave us alone. She has no right to say that I am evil, by judging my character and personality merely by the sound of my name. How sick and twisted is that, you tell me.

You tell me.

the enigma was spotted at 18:03

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kejutan sungguh! / resident evils

Friday, August 05, 2005

Eli dearest, I appreciate your undying efforts, but really, I can't get used to the fact of Paris with boobs. What's more, her boobs here are bigger than mine cann... It's so tidak! I mean I know the doctor told you to get more rest, but when you're not resting, help me look-see for others k... Thanks dearest...

Ok back to business. Being a typical Singaporean, I wanna complain and contribute my fair share of bitchin'.

I wonder what I have done to some people to make them want to criticise me. Let's name them Witch A and Witch B. In short, WA and WB.

There's at least two people here in the office who like to scan me from head to toe, stare at the accessories I wear, the colour combination of my clothes, my hair, my make-up, then finally settle their green, roving eyes on my chest (albeit sometimes I wear clothes that cover my limbs and my twins).

And if that's not enough; pass remarks that are, I believe, supposed to make me feel like a total piece of crap. I'm really sorry WA and WB, but really, you two are not that hot either.

I have two reasonings that I figured out why, among others, your favourite past-time is to diss me. Here they are:

(1) You are plainly jealous of the fact that there are some of my colleagues who compliment me on my clothes or whatever, and that NOBODY says that you look hot in that new, expensive top.

So sweet WB, I'm so used to compliments already that I've learnt to accept them gracefully, say my thank-yous and maybe a touch of modesty to go along with it.

(2) People compliment you, yes, but whenever you look at me, you still make some sarcastic and hurting remarks. Why, I don't know... Because you want to be the ONLY one that people compliment on? And feel that somehow, you hate the idea that a rival called Farzuin is going to steal the limelight from you?

Listen WA sweetpea, I don't dress for work for people to compliment on. I wear my clothes because I feel good in them. I wear my accessories because I have tons of them, not for you to make comments that my $99.00 sweater shirt looks like Pak Awang's favourite shirt. Maybe on you, yes it could look like Pak Awang's shirt. But on me, well let's just say I look like a normal person. For the record, I do wear clothes that cost $99.00 and $9.90. I shop at Esprit and This Fashion. It's not how much the clothes cost. It's how you carry them off.

And the ultimate reason why both of you WA and WB say all these nasty things is because you feel deeply insecure about your true selves, and that you simply have to diss me to make yourselves feel better. Because, by crushing me down with your snide remarks, (which do not affect me very much, in fact, they amuse me more than kill me) you don't have to deal with those nagging insecurities that are telling you that you are actually, honestly, quite unattractive Witches.

So if by some funky miracle you happen to stumble upon my site, pretend I'm not complaining about you.

the enigma was spotted at 14:05

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kejutan!

awin! ok i dont know if you will like this skin. but got paris hilton mah! then you like paris hilton mah! anyways. let me know if you dont like it. i will *hrmph* look for more skins. bertungkus-lumus seh aku.

lurp lurp,
elii

the enigma was spotted at 00:54

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radio ga-ga

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Overheard on Class 95 today.

Rod: Hi, who's there?
Caller: Hi my name is (sumthn-sumthn...)
Rod: Are you calling for the free ABBA concert tickets?
Sumthn-sumthn caller: Yes I am.
Rod: Ok but before that, give me one ABBA song title.
Sumthn-sumthn caller: Mama Chita!
Rod: Mama Chita???
Sumthn-sumthn caller: Yes! (dengan penuh confident nak mampos)
Rod: Ok why don't you sing it for me?
Sumthn-sumthn caller: "Mama CHITA!!~ Here I go again... My my.... How can I resist you~" (sang with all her heart to the tune of Mama Mia)
Rod: Oh... (long pause). I'm sorry but that's not the right song. Thank you for calling. (I can imagine him rolling his eyes)
2nd caller: Hi!
Rod: Hi there, can you name me one ABBA song title, besides Mama Chita?
The things people say on national radio. I was soo embarrased for the first caller lah seyy... I mean, this is how I imagined her to be like:
Long hair, dorky unglam glasses underpaid staff of some obscure office. She's probably the butt of jokes of her cruel colleagues, therefore, she was the ideal candidate for them to make fun of. They probably asked her to call Class 95 with promises of free ABBA tickets.
Cruel colleagues: Eh (sumthn-sumthn caller), you wanna win ABBA tickets anot?
Sumthn-sumthn caller: Want! Want!
Cruel colleagues: Ok, you call this number and you tell them Mama Chita. Ok?
So cruel right, they all?

the enigma was spotted at 18:27

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what a quiet day

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Today is understandably quiet in the office.

We walked around on tiptoes and spoke in whispers. But gradually, things assume its normalcy towards the end of the day.

Sometimes, I can't believe he's really gone. I would be glancing at his doorway while standing at the photocopier and thinking I'd catch a glimpse of him, then remembering that he's gone. It's true, what they say... That when a person dies, his spirit still lives on.

The office was closed for the second part of the day yesterday. Almost all of us paid our last respects at his home at Jalan Novena. Some of my colleagues could not control their emotions and it was heart-wrenching to see that they are deeply affected. It was my first Hindu funeral and I'm glad I went.

On a lighter note, my boss celebrated his birthday today. We didn't really get a cake for him cos I feel that having a cake would create a celebratory atmosphere and really... How can we be hooray-hooray hippity-hop when someone who used to work with us has just passed on?

We got the boss Armani Mania by the way. Very THE luuuurrve. So to all the males, kalau nak feeling-feeling macho stud muffin, sila beli Armani Mania. So sedap, I tell you. Spray it sparingly though. Subtly sexy to the max, I promise.

Talking about spraying perfumes, I better go spray my Polo Ralph Cool. Be meeting that boy for dinner and ahh, probably more card-swiping spree. Shit, I need serious help.

the enigma was spotted at 17:59

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Condolences

Monday, August 01, 2005

My condolences to the family of Mr. K Jayabalan, a partner of Messrs Madhavan Partnership, on his demise last evening, 31 August 2005.

Peace be upon his soul.

the enigma was spotted at 10:11

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