Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The Story Of My Life

I have always considered myself a fairly tolerant person. 

Even as a baby, my mum said that I was easy to manage. I went to sleep when I was told to and I play when my mum said that it was time for me to get down and dirty in my diapers. 

I was an easy baby, a telltale for a wild child in the making.

Needless to say, I was the only one in the family that is .... different. 

My sister and brother is not the reading type. They read but along the lines of Doraemon comics and dreamy Malay novels. 

I have always been into the heavy stuff. I picked up Oscar Wilde when I was 12, and before that... I devoured every single book I can get my hands on. Enid Blyton, Roald Dahl.

How did I know these authors? My mum is still trying to figure that out. 

I was, so rebellious that I requested to be in a boarding school. I applied and I got it. My mum was against the idea but my dad said that its ok. 

Boarding school was NEVER the most memorable time of my life. I was pudgy... although I kind of enjoyed the sense of solitary dignity that I garnered. I was a notorious tomboy, I was also withholding the fact that I had a boyfriend outside of the school. MCKK to be exact. Not even my 'best friends' in school knew about this. 

Heck... My family didn't have a clue. So when the 'relationship' was over... I wasn't hounded with why and what happened questions. 

So now that I am 31, although I no longer find clubbing enjoyable except for the dressing up part, my wild streak still lives on. 

So one fine morning at Ikano's parking lot, Joyce did this : 

She was actually mocking my shrinking boobies. Well... eversince I started working out, they have decreased significantly in size, leaving 'empty spaces on my chest' so to say. 

She actually hesitated before taking this picture. I was like : 

"When did you ever think twice about doing this? Come on, let's take the picture!"

So she put the parking ticket on my 'hollow' chest and snapped this shot. 

Am I being obscene? With a parking card on my chest? I think it's hilarious. And I am all for making fun of myself at times. Life is already too serious with work and matters of the heart.... why make it more fucking humorless right... ;)


  1. What a very fantastic blog this is. I am glad that you read Enid Blyton's books as a child. I too read them as a child. In fact, when I read boarding school books like Malory Towers, St. Calre, Naughtiest Girl, and Anthony Buckeridge's Jennings series, I wanted to go to a boarding school. Less perfect grades precluded that and thus some of us that had wanted to go to boarding school in lower high school were almost moved to weep tears of blood since in our minds, we would never enjoy the adventures of Blyton and Buckeridge's boarding school series. Later, I went to boarding school at the upper level. I too enjoyed boarding school very much. i wonder why some people describe boarding school as one of their hellish instances in life. For me, it was one of my happiest times on earth. your subtitle is The Story of My life. That was the title of Enid Blyton's autobiography, which from observation was inspired by Helen Keller, the blind and deaf American writer and political activist who also wrote her autobiography also titled, The Story Of My Life. I compare the two, Enid Blyton and Helen Keller in my book on Enid Blyton, tilted, the Famoufive: A Personal anecdotage (www.bbotw.com).
    Stephen Isabirye

  2. I was a huge fan of Enid Blyton's "Folk of the Faraway Tree" series. I bought all the series and re-read them a dozen times. The whole idea that a different land existed on top of clouds that intersected with a tree intrigued me.

    Now I'm just a Harry Potter and whatever Sci-Fi fan. Asimov is good too. Long winded, but good.

    I didn't like the idea of boarding school. Guess I was too clingy and besides, it was too expensive back then. Kinda regret not going though.

  3. tats the thing about workout. Guys grow boobs...gals boobs shrink...LOL