By Saturday evening, I was already panicking because everyone in my family has gotten their pink/white combination of baju kurung except for me! Aku memang suka buat kerja last menet punya... I don't know why I can't just bring my ass down to Geylang to scour every shop in search of one. If I were to follow my heart, I'd recycle last few year's baju kurung and just wear lah, who cares. Only problem is, I'd grown some reserves and cannot squeeze into it anymore hurhur...

So Sunday saw me scrambling from Joo Chiat Complex to Tanjong Katong and back again macam perempuan gila and boy was I so glad to find one white/pink satin-lace thingy. I don't even know what to call it. It's got lace. I hate lace (unless they're undergarments). It's so gatal and so panas. Nanti ketiak stress. And this one's like kebaya-ish but you know how I hate kebayas. Kebayas are so uncomfortable and only for girls with figure works and pantat jack. I'm neither. Hurhur. So aku sedar diri pasal aku nyer tak works sangat (okay maybe tak works langsung) and was resigned to settle for some shapeless boring-ass white baju kurung when I stumbled upon this white/pink thingy at a hole in a wall at TKC. I would have died happy. Hurhur.

200g of dengdeng later, I went home and in my excitement to show my parents my purchase, I forgot all about the dengdeng and it was left on the kitchen counter overnight. My mum heated them up this morning for the pre-dawn meal but I think it wasn't fresh anymore and by 9 a.m., my tummy was doing some funky noises and somersaults and I vomitted and all and now I'm going home cos the doctor gave me an MC.

In any normal circumstances, I would probably just stay in the office and bear with the pain a bit more and then go home but since I had gotten myself new white/pink thingy, I'm feeling so excited so I don't want to fall sick and not be able to enjoy all the food on Wednesday!

Ok so I saw Hady 'basah' last Sunday.

Hurhur.

In Sense of Home, he acted as this Malay boy who visited Budapest and then fell in love with a girl there. When they broke up, he stayed on and found a job as a waiter. He is such a Melayu. Now and then, he lapsed into speaking Malay. But still quite cute.

And the part where he got wet? That was when he was swimming ok Jila. Swimming. Sebab tu dia basah. But right, his body macam tak toned sikit gitu... Macam some parts ada lembik-lembik sikit HARHAR. But then right, I also don't really like guys with tight bodies. Alah macam badan ketat gitu. Tau macam mana badan ketat tak? Alah macam those bodybuilders lah. So shiny and ketat. And when they wear t-shirt that is a ted too small for them, the sleeves area situ macam mintak ampun seh kena stretch hurhur... I don't liiiiike. I think a bit of flab is ok, cos they're warmer when hugged. Hurhur. But not like I'm imagining hugging him or anything lah ok. Tsk. I'm just saying, in general.

Anyway, it's a week to Eid and I haven't gotten any baju kurung. Macam mana niii... It's so mendak going to Geylang. So hot and crowded and Malay. Takder muka Korean ke eh kat Geylang? Kalau ada, I come. Hurr.

And then just yesterday, I was in the train on the way back from the east, and this mat somewhere beside me was talking on the phone. Like "Oi kau kat mana ni skarang?? HAH APA masih kat Pasir Ris?? But-OH kau aku dah nak sampai Geylang NI! Kau kata nak turun Geylang kan! Ah cepat sikit. Nanti kalau dah sampai, jangan lupa PICIT, BONCIT!"

PAHAHAHAHA

Eh kelakar ke apa mat ni!! Eleh~ Nak turun Geylang konon. Puasa ke tak ni, in the first place. So kira-kirakan, nak turun Geylang ni nak beli baju kurung, sampin, songkok dan capal semua satu set ah ni. Ohhh gituu. Aku tengok kan, mat-mat dan minah-minah yang tak puasa ni yang selalu begitu ghairah nak chope beli tu, beli ni. Ok maybe I should stop dissing them now.

Although oh wait, are there any mats or minahs yang tak puasa tapi paling excited nak sambut Hari Raya here? Takder kan??

(Takder ah. Pasal semua sibuk kat Geylang! Pahahaha ayam goreng).

Guess who's a year older today??

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU!!

Since you're older now, stop playing with toy guitars!!

Jila made my day today.

It all happened when I took the cab to Boon Lay MRT this morning and as I said "Boon Lay MRT please", I looked up at the cabbie and EH PLEASE SILA EH MUKA MACAM HADY MIRZA LAH SEH! Ok maybe just the side profile is similar and granted, the cabbie is older that Hady but I can so imagine that's how Hady would look like when he's in his thirties.

So aku dah tersengeh-sengeh ni and reached for my phone to tell Jila who I am sitting with alone in the cab haha...

Awin: Jila, eh I'm in the cab abeh kan EH CAB DRIVER DIA MUKA MACAM HADY LAH!

Jila: AKU MENGERTI PERASAAN KAU! aku pong pernah ternampak orang muka macam abg Hady (awin: eleh Abg Hady konon). Tapi dia mcm mat drug. EH JGN LUPA TENGOK CHANnel 5 this sunday. ada scene hady basah!

Awin: HAH apa maksud kau Hady basah ni?!?! Apa siek??

Jila: A ah hady basah. kau tak tengok ke gazette? eh panas beb. i think he was swimming or bathing gituk. sedap. must watch!

Why do I have friends like Jila, yang suka batalkan puasa aku ni! Hady basah is so tidak ok! Sounds wrong! Salah, understand! Hady basah!

Like all minah-minah mentel, kalau nak dekat Hari Raya ni kan, ada jer tangan gatal nak buat rambut lah and all those girl stuffs.

And in order to not be walking around with my curly roots during Hari Raya, I went to the salon to get it straightened.

So last Sunday saw we walking into an empty salon and a lone hairstylist, who couldn't speak English except for "Please have a seat." And where his next line was "Ni geyi chiang hua yi mah?"

Bapak kau lah chiang hua yi. And then my pissed-off radar started to go berserk yar cos if there's one thing I hate, it's these foreign workers from China who come here to work but couldn't offer good service cos they couldn't speak English. And best part is, they expect me to speak their language when my forefathers were nelayans and pergi laut tangkap ikan kasi makan rakyat yang baik di tanahair ku ini ok? Ok I don't know if my forefathers were fishermen lah but history books always say that the old-school Malays of Malaya were fishermen what right? Cheybaaa see I digress so much.

Anyway, I didn't have time to be angry for long cos, well... Chinaman has a dimple -___- I know. I'm so superficial. Cos his dimple reminds me of Yan's and then I forgot why I was angry in the first place PAHAHAHA

So I sat there for 2 hours and left. And came back a week later cos he didn't do a good job on my fringe. So yesterday, I went there to get it redone and serious serious, MACAM AYAM LANGGAR DAN ITIK ISLAM BEBUAL EH~ He is the ayam langgar lah obviously. I am the itik cos after the touch-up, I can be the swan hurhurhur I'm so funny.

See it's like this. I cannot speak Mandarin except for "Wo bu geyi chiang huayi" (which defeats the purpose of saying it in Mandarin) and he couldn't speak English except for "Please have a seat" and the smattering of my Mandarin is limited to 'e tien-tien, man-man lai" ah gitu-gitu ah while his understanding of English is like "cut, rebond, shampoo" ah you get the picture eh so end up eh, aku macam seorang zuriat cacat trying to gesture with my hands how I want my hair to look like. EH SUSAH EH NYARR SILA~ Aku dah lah puasa-puasa ni! Nak kena buat miming lagik kat siniiii...

Nasib baik dia ada dimple eh. Kalau tak dah lama I say "YOU! Chinaman! I send you back home eh if you don't learn how to speak English!"

You know you're addicted to dvds when you're watching something on Channel 5 and you reached for the remote control to rewind what you've just heard on the news -___-

So many things are going through my head yarr... I'm so tired of it. So draining.

I wanna go for a short holiday before my kick-ass long one end December. I'm so greedy. But seeing that I only have 8.5days of leave left, that's just wishful thinking.

But I want to... By hook or by crook.

Since I am not fasting because of an obvious reason, I went to get breakfast this morning at about 10.15 a.m. Fast game punya lah. Bangsa, turun, turn left, walk 50 steps then reach the Malay shop, and say "Cik, epok-epok sardin satu, kentang satu."

AND THEN was rudely surprised by a Malay man sitting at the table, enjoying his mee rebus. Sick, understand. Sick. I hate it when Muslims don't fast then eat in public. It's an embarrassment and a disgrace. I couldn't care much about them, whether they have some stomach problems or gastric or what shit but at least pack the food and eat it somewhere discreet. OR if it's not possible to eat mee rebus at the corner of some staircase, then jolly well make do with bread or something.

It's easy for non-Muslims to pass judgment, you know. And then I hear things like "Oh you're fasting? But I know of some Muslims who don't." This is along the same lines of "Oh you don't drink? But I have alot of Malay-Muslims friends who drink like a fish." See? See who gets the brunt of you inconsiderate Muslims? The other Muslims who actually try to be good Muslims. Don't get me wrong. I am by no means a good Muslim girl. I wear skirts and I don't cover my head and I sometimes miss the 5 daily prayers cos I'm lazy but I try. Or I don't do things that are against Islam and let all and glory to see.

But I digress.

Further eh, I don't understand how grown man cannot fast. Especially if they work in the office and sit there all day long, besarkan buah jer. Haha. Yes I can say all these because I can. Before I can't anymore starting Wednesday.

K that's all.

And guess what? I dreamt of Gong Yoo last night. Nothing titillating or hot. Very innocent indeed, but pretty sweet. And then it all ended when I received a phone call and got me in a bad, baaadd mood.

Today was terrible.

I was already hungry at 9 a.m. and it disn't look too good for me. Then I went to the ladies and oh! It figures. So I made a cup of Milo and ate some square crackers (don't you just love them!) and enjoyed the moment before the cramps I knew was coming.

And true enough, by 3 p.m., I was quite useless and laid my head listlessly on my office desk. Am still in the office now cos couldn't leave and walk. The cramps are killing me.

I've been refraining from swearing at work every 15 minutes and I think I was doing quite well until I munched on the square biscuits hurhur...

I hope tomorrow's visit to Darul Ma'wa is a fruitful one. I think I'm quite anxious. I hope the kids receive us well.

Have a good Ramadhan, dear Muslims.