I just realised, in my previous two entry, I mentioned the SI contestants doing a Hip Hop number. Walhal padahal it's R&B ok. Awing asal boleh lah Winggg...

Didja see Hady MirzA(win) in a hat? Didja?? DIDJA??? Not as good-looking as Taufik, I feel. Then again, Taufik is a mat. I don't think Hady is a mat. Dia macam abang-abang relek jack.

Anyway.

On Tuesday, I took leave to hooray-hooray. I felt I need a tiny break. And since Yan has been footing the bills whenever we go out, I felt that I should at least give him a treat now and then. Afterall, I'm the one gainfully employed and he's the one gainfully studying. I should pick up the tab too, I feel (chey).

So we started off the day with lunch at Mad Jack, this place I saw at Suria Segar (yes, on Sunday mornings, I join the makcik-makciks of Singapore to watch Suria Segar). He drove there and I felt like quite the tai-tai... Going for a lazy, early lunch on a weekday. Macam tai-tai, yes?

The food looked promising in the brochures. When the food arrived, they looked even more promising. But they taste quite disappointing. My grilled salmon still has scales on the skin. Scales, yo. I find this disconcerting, because when I make my own pan-fried salmon at home, I make sure that my salmon are always clean and scales-free. Always. Because I like the fried, crispy bit of the skin and it was really not a wonderful feeling when you bit into a morsel of salmon and skin and felt sharp scaly scales in your mouth. Not nice, I tell ya.

Yan's lamb-chop was quite disappointing too. Some parts were well-done, some parts raw. Not consistent. I can cook better gourmet food than that. But we both dig the cheese fries so it's all good. But we're gonna give it one more shot and gonna order the Fish & Chips next time.

Caught Ghost Game at Cineleisure. EH SERAM NAK MAMPOS LAH SEOULS THAT MOVIE!!! I was trying to cover my ears because my cousin once told me that the sound of a scary movie is actually the factor that makes it scary and I thought she's right. But Yan just wouldn't let me have any of it and he held my wrists the whole time just so I can't cover my ears *glares at Yan*

I swear the Thais can make scary shit on celluloid.

Then we went to Harbour Front to eat at Breeks. I ordered some pan-grilled dory with Mojo sauce and he ordered slow roasted chicken in rosemary sauce. That was a huge-ass chicken, dude. He couldn't finish it. And if Yan can't finish his food, it means the serving is really huge and/or the food is gross.

So I was enjoying my dory. Now let me bring you to how I like to eat my food. I like to apportion my food until the last bite. Like, if I eat dory fish, spaghetti and garden vegetables right, I like to divide them into equal number of bites so I end up with the last bite of a tiny bit of dory, a tiny bit of spaghetti and a tiny bit of vege. Capishe?

So I had my food nicely apportioned.

BUT.

When I got to the last few slices of dory, I found that it was not thoroughly grilled! Wah aku dah bingit ni... The chef ruined my eating plan! I can't stomach the unfairness of it all! I discovered with horror that I actually ate the last piece of edible dory without knowing it's the last piece!

HOW DARE THEY.

So when I asked for the bill, I told the manager "Hi, I'd like to give you some feedback. The dory is not grilled thoroughly. See this? Yah? Still raw. If it's salmon, I'd eat it raw. But nobody eats raw dory now, right?" (Being bitchy and all but I don't care. They deprived me of my last bite. And I can't help it if I have atas expectations. That day was my Queen E moment.)

"Oh... Ok. Thanks for your feedback. I'll inform the chef. Sorry about that."

"Sure, no problem. I thought I'd let you know."

I was polite though. My tone was even and quite friendly for someone who was served with raw dory. When he brought over the bill, I asked "So do we get a discount?? A complimentary desert, perhaps?"

EH TANPA SEGAN SILU NYER EH AKU TANYA. Hurhur. Dengan muka sarden aku tanya, and worst, I expected it from him. And lucky for him, he gave us a 10% discount. Because if he didn't, I 'd turned nasty. But thumbs up to the manager for his diligence and attentiveness, albeit his accent which can get really get on my nerves.

Yan said "Awiiiinnn... Kau eh... Kemut!" Or is the word 'kemput'? I don't know lah. Some kemput-kempit word.

Hurhur. Long live the Kemput Queen!

HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY TO ALL TEACHERS!!!

Especially to my teacher-friends, Miss Ratna, Miss Leyana, Miss Arafah, Miss Nurah Ashikin and my teacher-cousin Miss Shireen (because I know you're reading this!)

I thank you for teaching our generation with pride. (Must polish their boots mah... My kids' future are in their hands. Hurhur.)

Ok tomorrow, I promise, I'll update. I have so much to say! Think scales, kemput and Mad Jack.

Because now, I'm going home to watch Hady Mirza belt out some Hip Hop. Pasal harini dia jadi kami rappers, yo, yo, yo. Kami rappers yo. Ala-ala KRU.

Hurhur.

(This is what happens when you work with lawyers. You become a loyar(lawyer)-buruk.)

(Ah there I go again!)

Mahat Bin Hedi

1950 ~ 2006

Our condolences to Maz & family.

Be strong, luv. We're all here.

I looked very rock chic during yesterday's gig. Well at least I THOUGHT I looked like a rock chic. You know... Like one of those irritating 17 year olds who think they look damn cool with their hair and black nail polish and what nots.

I was decked in my trusty rolled up Levi's and Mango relek top (haha don't ask me to describe what is a relek top cos I wouldn't know how to describe. It's just unlike my usual girly stuff, ok?). But OH! I think I can't really quash my womanly atas demeanor because I still wore heels! I can't help it! I love my heels! Rolled up jeans and heels - the ultimate get-up only for the fashionables (Or the vertically-challenged. Haha.)

And I wore my leather wrist band. With studs and all.

HELLO, ROCK CHIC OR WHAT?

I know I look a bit confused but I don't care. I felt good wearing that jumble of odds and ends.

So Yan's buddy said to me "Eh Awin since when you wear leather band and studs all sia!"

"Ahh... That's what you don't know... I'm a closet rock chic. Yo."

I swear I am. And I'm beginning to like listening to noise, or what YPs nowadays like to call music. Yang bising-bising memekak kan telinga nak mampos tu... Atau dalam kata lain, punk rock ke haper entah... Hurhur.

Ok this is a first. Yan & Awin.

This morning, for some reason, I was not talking to my brother. I huffed and I puffed out of the house while he was putting on his shoes, and we ended up taking the lift together. As I was stomping off to the bus-stop, he asked "Eh nak tumpang?" I growled "TAKNAK AH, takder duit. Dua dolar... Dua dolar!"

"Alah free lah... Tak payah bayar. Pay for two rides, get one ride free! Hahaha... Kau bilang aku mana nak dapat? Kau try ah tahan teksi abeh tanya ah pek teksi, uncle last two days I took cab, today free can? Hahaha... Nak tak?"

"Hehe ok!" Wah wah wah I happily hopped onto his bike and get gh-ready to gh-rumble. I didn't even scream today. I just told him not to selit-selit in between a big ass lorry and a Merc. Merc drivers are mean ok, because they think they big-shot and own Singapore roads. One scratch from my brother's bike and they'll probably beat him into a pulp.

Ok last entry about my bike crusades. Because I'm not gonna blog about it anymore. Because now, we already know that I'm officially a Minah Motor, ok? *ignores Fidza*

(By this time, I'm VERY good at shaking my hair ala-ala Minah Motor.)

My brother sent me to the MRT station again this morning. That's another $2, balls. And I only screamed at him once. Whoa I swear, I am getting used to the fast lane (cheyy). Aku macam dah sedap ni, naik motor. Hurhur.

I only hope that he changes the pillion helmet. I can smell Pantene, or Sunsilk, or Asience in it. If not, it's some guy's sweat. Euw. Gross lah nabs.

So my brother's bike is finally up and riding again. He is now an Abang-Abang Motor. Pfft.

He gave me a ride last Saturday, from my gramps. I was too lazy to go home with mum and dad. Plus I was sleeping. Blame it on that period shit that we have to go through. I'm always tired, always sluggish. So I asked Abang Motor if he has an extra helmet. He said yes. I said Yay.

So after Maghrib, we left for home. And bumped into his friend under my gramps' block, with his friends. I was sending my brother some telepathic signal to inform them that I'm his sister, not girlfriend. I don't know why. For some reason, I just don't want to be seen/known as the girlfriend of an Abang Motor. Hurhur.

Ok before I start eh, let me just inform you that I am chicken shit with bikes. I have a fear of bikes because there's no security in it. Two wheels, the wind in your face, your body, your legs, and it moves... FAST. So there was I , trying to put on the damn helmet..... And realised with horror that I don't know how. My brother was like "Eh tak pandai eh kau... Helmet pun tak tau pakai. (Insert some girl's name here) tau..." Wah aku tak boleh kena compare dengan some 17 year old minah ni... Lagi-lagi kalau minah tu yang setep penyanyi dan setep model. Terus telinga panas eh... "Eh kau nak tau kenapa dia tau pakai helmet?? Pasal dah banyak jantan nyer motor dia dah naik, understand?!" Then he just kept quiet, which I suppose, is true. MuahaHA kan kakak dah marah ni haa...

And not surprisingly, I didn't know how to get onto a bike either. I was like *whines* "Eh An, macam mana aku nak naik motor kau niiii...." *whines* "Naik jer lah! Ni baru motor kecik, nanti kalau aku beli motor besar, macam mana!" So crash course eh... Macam mana nak naik motor. Tsk so leceh. Easier taking a car. Ni bukan snobbish because really, I don't need a crash course on how to get onto a car. I was laughing the whole time cos I find it so funny lah... Tumpang my brother's motor sey chey chey cheyyy... Wah I got brother Abang Motor seouls.

BUT.

My laughter got cut off when he sped up. Eh seram lah seouls! I felt like macam nak pengsan. Argh! And my brother, the devil that he is, purposely rode recklessly to scare me. Aku macam nak terkucil kat situ jugak pun ada. During one red light stop, I lifted up the plastic helmet cover shit and screamed at him while slapping his back. "YOU WANNA GET ME KILLED IS IT?!?! I'M GONNA DIE A VIRGIN YOU ASSHOLE!! KAU BOLEH RIDE BETUL-BETUL TAK?? KAN IBU DAH PESAN SURUH BAWAK AKU BAIK-BAIK!!" He just sengih-sengih. Sepak kang.

Suffice to say, I got home in one piece, which is the only reason why I'm typing this now. And the brother sent me to the MRT station this morning, so I can take the train straight to work, instead of taking the cab cos I was late. I was like "Eh An, hantar aku gi MRT." "Taknak, aku dah lambat nak pergi kerja." "Alah please lah, otherwise I have to take the cab and it's $5 plus to the MRT seouls". "Hmm.. Ok you give me $2, I'll send you". "Oh kau ketuk aku eh!" "Eh daripada kau kasi cab driver kaya... $5 sey... Baik kau kasi aku $2!"

So there we go again... Helping me with the helmet, putting my bag in the boot, I mean box, and warming up his bike. I was wearing a frou-frou skirt, yo, did I tell you? Bangsa flowy-flowy kind. So when on the bike, the whole Jurong West residents got a nice view of my underskirt plus a bonus preview of my nice pink Sorella panty. Suka ah korang. Harhar. Ok bedek jer.

I reached the MRT station, gave him his $2, gave my hair a slight shake ala ala Minah Motor yang baru bukak helmet, and sauntered off. Cheybah cheybah cheybok.

I'm officially a Minah Motor ok.

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Ok dah. Wanna go home and watch SI. Sucha relief Rahimah is ousted. Sucha a chore watching her. At first, I thought she was quite amusing to watch. All that hair and weird actions. But after a while, it's old news, you know what I mean? It's tiring to watch. And she's trying to hard to be all cool and "Yo I'm a Rock Chic so see me Roll" (because Rock and Roll go together, right? Haha) but it's apparent that it's all made-up. I can't stand it.

HELLO WORLD!!

It's been a while, I know... I just can't be bothered to write about every single nuggets of my life now. It's complicated, you wouldn't wanna know... What with the PMS and all. We don't want me to go down that road now, do we?

But I can get really snappy and rude if people step on my toes. For example eh, on Saturday, kiasu Singaporeans alike gathered to watch the fireworks at Marina. Aku apa lagi, join sekaki dan setangan dengan penuh kiasu-ism, jostled and elbowed my way to the front, pulling the Queeng of Inflight Services along because Queeng of Large Format Printing was late. It's times like these that big, boxy bag like my green one comes in handy. Anyone who got in my way, aku sondol jer dengan bag aku. Confirm they moved away muaHAHAHA... Pasal sakit apa, kena sondol dengan bag.

So there's this Malay family lah ok, who is so kiasu that they spread their mats and blankets and the whole bedroom on the ground. And they spread them so wide eventhough they only occupy like, 3/4 of it. So excuse me but don't blame those jostling people if they didn't see the mat on the ground and stepped on it, okay. Which I did, FYI. And I got scolded. Wah aku tak boleh kena marah ni, kalau bukan salah aku. This Malay lady snapped at me "EXCUSE ME CAN YOU PLEASE DON'T STEP ON THE MAT!" The small hairs at the back of my neck stood up and my ears turned hot. Itu WARNING eh, makna nya aku dah marah ni. So I snapped back "THEN IF YOU DON'T WANT PEOPLE TO STEP, FOLD IT IN LAH. A LOT OF PEOPLE HERE WHAT, DON'T BE INCONSIDERATE!" Eh then she don't dare look at me in the eye lah! Apa ni! Nak marah tapi tak berani tengok! And yes, I happily planted my high heels on the mat for 20 minutes. Biar. Nak marah? Meh ah sini scream at me. I'll make sure I'll scream back at her louder than the thunder of the fireworks. (Cheybah).

Anyway, back to the Sheila Majid concert. Eh best lah seouls! She was just so amazing! Now, I know a Sheila Majid concert doesn't sound as happening as a umm... Sheila on 7 concert, but who cares! Cheyy haha...

She sang like 40-over songs and it was worth every single dollar ok, I tell ya... $70 seouls. And we saw Najib Ali but that's a different matter ok hurhur. And Jila is so biadap nak mampos. She saw a lady wearing a super high and super sharp tudung and she said that the lady looks scary. I can see the scary part though... Think Ku Klux Klan. Ah macam gituk lah ketajaman tudung dia. But we didn't call her Ku Klux Klan lah cos that's mean. We called her Minangkabau instead, cos the Minangkabau houses have sharp tops. Ok that's mean too lah seouls. Shut up, understand. Haha.

So anyway, her last song before the encore was 'Shinaran!' dan tanpa segan silunya, Awing, Eling and Jilang stood up and berdansa and bertepuk-tepuk tangan and showed the people at the back full view of our puny asses. Who cares right. If you don't wanna stand up and dance along then it's really not our problem. But I sure hope they could see glimpses of Sheila in between our puny asses. Hurhur...

I give you... The Queen of Jazz.

Here's to Queen Eli on that break. Happy working! (But watch out for any flying daggers from your back). You are finally going to have money and erm.... CPF!

I have not been going to lunch during lunch breaks. I'm not sure why. It could be because Salina is not around anymore - she's my favouritest lunch kaki. It could be because I'm tired of the lunch menu around my office. I'm tired of Lau Pa Sat. I'm sick of Old Chang Kee. I'm sick of the kedai kopis here because they're full of mats despatch and pakcik-pakcik yang tak sedar diri. Ia akan lebih ketara lah eh, on Fridays. Supposedly Friday prayers lah kan, ni mereka lepak-lepak kat kedai kopi, swit-swit kat Malay female office workers. I'm embarrased for them.

It could also be the fact that I'm just tired of eating. I've been surviving on tidbits (which is bad, I know) and bits of here and there. I used to love food, DUDE (I say 'dude' just because it rhymes with 'food'). But now I don't exactly search for food. If nobody offers to buy me food, I won't buy. If nobody gives me that Onion biscuits, I won't ask for it, either.

So I've been spending my lunch breaks playing Solitaire and singing along to the radio, loudly.

I'm like a time-bomb waiting to explode. Like that bomb from the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy. I can be patient and take my time. I swallow the bile in my mouth and take whatever is given to me. I have been taking in whatever you say to me very calmly. I may seem very calm outside. But if you only knew that inside, the angst is bubbling furiously.