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.