Hari yang sangat memenatkan

Saya sangat penat. Hari ini sangat memenatkan.

Wish I could have someone to massage my painful stressed ligaments, without tickling me. ermm… okehlah… the tickle could make me laugh, a laugh is always good to have, and maybe someone to listen to my babbling while I get my feet massaged.

I told a friend that I need to get married. And you know why is that so? I need someone to have sex with, and I need someone to listen to my cranky whining at the end of the day.

But somehow, when the marriage thing was actually within reach, I run away.

Ntah eh… maybe the thought of my husband falling out of love with me someday, of him maybe having an affair with another woman who is just as interesting as I am but who still has the guts of an unmarried single. Or maybe that fear of having children who would turn out to be just as emotionally distant as me.

I think it’s unfair for any offspring of mine to go through what I went through. I fear the probability of me being judgmental, like my parents right now.

Bottom line is, saya penat, bila penat, saya melalut, bila saya melalut, saya melalut benda yang merapek.

Ya-lah

Women have this love and hate relationship with their crowning glory.

On a personal note, mine was a long battle with frizzy ends, highlights that never seemed to grow out, and not knowing what to do with it but to put it up in a bun.

Fretting, I walked into my stylist R, and told him;

“Kasi potong.”

Yup… that was the magic word.

He was hesitant. Afterall, I did tell him that I want to perm my hair like how Joss Stone did, and put some pink highlights in. I think that is cool.

But, I was a desperate woman with a plea for help. I want to be able to wake up and not think about how I should style my hair for once. I want something practical, and I want a cut that would get rid of all my karat hair bits.

And so… R came up with this…

There’s a reason why I stick with R for almost a year since my last stylist hung up his scissors to trade for a corporate job.

I love it. You are a miracle worker R.

A letter to Uncle Kenny

Dear former country singer turn chicken rotisserie franchisor,

First of all, I would like to relay my Mother’s hi. She was a great fan of yours, that is before you turned to be a chicken roaster person. Nevertheless, I did tell her that you are fooked up rich now. Chickens are hot.

Before I proceed, I would like to say that even though I am totally oblivious to your music, the chickens are roasted to perfection and that’s hot. Though I have to say you can learn a thing or two from our local ‘ayam golek’ maker here in JB. I have already suggested to the latter to include mash potatoes and Cheese and Mac into his menu, to which he responded with ‘I-Think-this-girl-hit-her-head-somewhere’ look.

I went to one of your outlets namely in Angsana Plaza, a place full of aunties with donut bangles, teenagers with colored hairs and foreign workers where I ordered a spaghetti bolognaise, which was supposed to be served with a muffin ‘together’ with the pasta. I ordered that with a Diet Coke.

By the by, how I ended up there? The supermarket has the cheapest cat food, so said my Mother. And it was about 5 minutes drive from my house.

Anyway…

It wasn’t until 5 minutes later that the awkward looking waiter told me that they were out of Diets. So being the no fuss no hassle customer that I was, I opted for a regular coke instead.

5 minutes later, they served me a single muffin and my coke, and it wasn’t until another 10 minutes did my bolognaise CAME.

With a single spoon. With a SINGLE FRIKKIN’ SPOON! With a single frikkin’ PLASTIC spoon.

I went WTF with grace and asked for a fork. Heck, I didn’t even mind if it was a plastic fork.

They went out of their way to get me a set of proper fork and spoon. There was a fork, and there was a soup spoon.

Again, being the no fuss and no hassle customer, I literally souped my pasta anyway.

The point of the matter is, just because the franchise is located in a totally local mall with totally local staff, it doesn’t mean that the customers have totally local table set up knowledge. For one, it is western food (Being that you are western in heritage… duh!) and I have never seen people eating pasta with their hands. (Laksa Johor notwithstanding).

Being the no fuss and no hassle customer that I am, (Well, was, at that moment) I let it slide, paid an undeserving RM 19 for it and left. I wonder what deterred me from going over to the suggestion box and dropped a huge ‘You are running out of spoons and forks and the service deplorable.’ card into the bin.

It was one thing that I have to withstand terrible Malay music playing at that moment at the podium, it was another thing altogether having to be treated like someone who doesn’t know that pasta is supposed to be eaten with a fork and spoon, and not only a single frikkin’ spoon.

Well, if it’s any consolation, I still enjoyed the bolognaise. But it’s not enough to make me go back there. And I couldn’t possibly blame the rain, and the unbelievable crowd coming into the complex, the lame ass wedding event and the fact that I had to park outside on the gravel parking spot that started the whole ‘go to Kenny Rogers for food alone because I cannot go home … well … not in the rain cuz it will ruin my hair’ drama.

If any of the people who work there happened to read this right now…

Hey… honestly, YOU GUYS DO SUCK, and it is embarrassing for a business to be run that way.

So Uncle Kenny, even though I still think your chicken rocks, that’ll be the last time I am ever going to step into one of your outlets again. I can always ask my coolie brother to go and ‘tapau’ (That’s take away in Malaysian speak for you.) if I crave for those scrumptious juicy breasts of yours (the chicken, the chicken!!!)

Yours truly,

Sarcy

Sarcy’s kind of guy according to A

A is a guy I got to know through another friend. He was that person who came to the rescue whenever I needed company whenever I am struck by boredom. He is divorced so whenever the subject of relationships popped up, he backed out telling me that he would be the last person to be the point of reference.

But not until recently, did I come to know that he actually has his won ideas on what kind of man would suit me. the conversation came on when I was on the phone telling someone that I just don’t appeal to men as someone who would make a good girlfriend or wife.

“Don’t say that.” He said.

“Why? It’s the truth, I have come to that conclusion and I am accepting it.”

“You want to know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think, you appeal to men, I mean, I am attracted to you. Men are shallow, and they would rarely want to even hang out with someone who doesn’t look good IE attractive. Hell, I am shallow, and I admit to that. But there are not many men out there who appeals to you. You don’t care about looks, nor money. I think you want someone who could take care of you, because you are done taking care of yourself.”

“So what makes you so sure that I don’t care squat about how much money the guy makes if I expect him to take care of me?”

“I meant, to take care of you, emotionally.”

“Are you trying to say that I am emotionally unkempt?”

“No… I said you are tired of taking care of yourself, emotionally. I didn’t say you are emotionally unkempt.”

Aiyaiyai… whatever… let’s samba!

Music: Capoiera Do Brasil
Artist : Sergio Mendes

On MC? Who me???

You know you’re treading the dangerous grounds of being a workaholic when you are having a serious case of the sniffles but you refused to go and see the doctor because you have some back order issues yet to be resolved at work.

My nose is running everywhere. I have to steal a roll of tissue from the pantry and thank god, I will not be answering phone calls today. I am the one with the sexy cracked husky voice ala Tina Turner today.

I so crave for a bowl of hot porridge with Bovril now. or just that chicken soup with Tofu and pickled radish. I wonder if my Mom will cook it for me if I ask her to.

See, we have this tough love thing going on. My mum will not simply comply to the wishes of her daughter who is at the moment suffering from flu just because she is suffering from flu. And I have reservations about asking my parents to do anything for me just because I am sick. For some reason, I feel odd whenever they offered to give me a backrub or anything when I am sick.

Maybe it is just me who is odd. I mean who would come up with an entry on their blog when they are sick ay??

Me no idea what to write!

I have been having temporary idea lapse for the past weeks.

For one, work consumed me. Last Friday was a breather. Meeting up with one of the blogger pals was a refreshing kickstart to my weekend. What dude it has been like 4-5 months since the last time we met? Even though it was only for a bit, actually only for about 1 hour, it pretty much completes my day. See you again when I see you eh?

And then I was officially the driver to both my Mother and my Sister. I didn’t have time for my Mocha fix even. I am a habitual anal. Missing mocha for one week is definitely not good. I slacked off on my weekly jog too. Plus I ate like I didn’t eat for two weeks.

Nonetheless, it left me with little time to reflect on other things not so important, like blog entries and love life and sucky things like that.

After a whole week and this is the only thing I could come up with. Oh well, I did say that I am on temporary brain lapse didn’t I?

In the meanwhile, have a listen to one of my favorite song. From Sergio Mendes’ phenomenal Timeless album, The Frog (Feat. Q-tip).

Not me eh?

“Umm… it’s just not you –leh…”

That was what Anna told me last night.

I ‘story’ to her about my latest date. Well, maybe it was not ‘that’ latest, but it has been the only break that akak could get in recent weeks.

This date was introduced to me by a friend. As usual, he is not a Johorean. I don’t know, Johoreans just have something against me that I could not quite get. I have never had any exes who were a Johorean at all. So go figure. Honestly, I think there is just something wrong with me sometimes.

Anyway… back to the main story.

I told this friend of mine about the whole shebang. And what happened to me at the end of the date, about that getting lost for a minute bit.

“Hehe… it’s just not you leh… is that you talking?” she said.

Hey I might have lost control a bit there but all is fine and all is good. I was trashing myself in the car like a crazy woman for a while but that didn’t matter now. I just want to take it slooooow. And I don’t expect anything to come out of it.

Nada… zero. I do like him though, but … heck… good ones come along and good ones leave… what else is new eh? I don’t want to terhegeh-hegeh like nobody’s business.

Besides I DO have MY life to live.

“Still… it’s just not you.”

Give it a rest already la woman!