biskut masin

I can't really remember when it was but I know I was really young. Mother had decided to hang a kilo of Ritz biscuits around our necks for finishing up the biscuits served by the then tenant of dad's house which was rented out. My sister was crying and I did not understand why. May be she was old enough to know that having a kilo of biscuits around your neck while others watch and laughed was an embarassment. For me, I was more angry than anything else but started crying when my sister couldn't stop her tears. Merely because I feared that mother would not think that I have learnt my lesson.

Well, we did. Having it hung around us for a good half an hour only made us the right people to finish up the biscuits. We did that too. ( not right away la)....

As I grow older, I realised that what my sister and I did was right. That was our rezeki served to us as guest and it was only right that we try to finish it. (though, I must admit that try is an understatement la)
Anyhow, right or wrong there was a lesson to be learnt.... Apa-apa pun, I am a better being because of that.

So thank you Mak for teaching me the hard way.....

Speedo

On the way to the bundle sale that was organized by my company, we passed by the 'air asia academy'. Din pointed the building with his index finger and said 'he he spee na, spee na'
Annoyed and mostly worried that the items we plan to purchase might be out of stock I corrected him 'its spena la yang not spee na!'

'nooo, i will call her how i like to... Dia adik beradik dengan speedo la yang'
Well, ladies n gentlemen, that's Din for you. Full of crap, just like yours truly...

bugis!

" Eh... you want this bubur for buka nanti tak?" I asked Zai, a friend from my old neighbourhood.
"okey jugak" she replied.... and so I put the newly found freeze dried bubur into my cabin luggage.
5 hours after take off, the sun was setting. Milo o, tea black one sugar were the few orders I prepared for ifthar. Just as I was clearing the galley, Zai came in with a sad face.
"nak bubur" she said. I took the bubur out from my bag and begun the preparation. "bubur ni, tak de condiments lah.... kalau ada best sikit!" I said while pouring the hot water into the bowl.
Zai left and came back with some condiments she 'stole' from upperdeck for the instant noodles.
While I was stirring the bubur she said "muka kau biatch gilerrrrrrrrr, it covers up your kindness"

Biatch pun biatch le Zai, nak buat macam mana? dah keturunan lanun!

momok!

So.... it was the hottest topic discussed during Ramadhan.... Yup, MOMOK!!!!

I don't know... but as far as I am concern all momoks are tied up during this holy month... as according to Din "yang tinggal hanya lah nafsu". I believe that is true. That's why it baffles me when an acquaintance told us he was being "disturbed" TWICE during this month of Ramadhan. Never have I heard of such occurrences ever during my entire life. Or may be I have not live long enough to hear such story?

I don't know what to think really because the only momok that has been trying to "hempap" me during Ramadhan really looks like Din.... .... hahahaha......

Disco

Captain " Eh, you look very familiar lah"

Aiz " Captain!!!!! You have forgotten???? When you were based in KK, I used to call you out to the Bours**** every time I have nightstops in KK"

Captain " Oh my!!!! That was many years ago"

Lisa " Owwwwhhhhh Bours****, that was one happening disco!!!!!"

Then suddenly I heard one young CIKU giggling behind me, obviously was eavesdropping to our conversation.

Aiz " Why are you giggling? You know where Bours**** is, is it? and used to hang out there too?"
I asked sarcastically.

Young CIKU " No, my dad used to go there......"

Cipet punya budak!!!!!!! cis!

Tarzan....

On my recent long trip, it tickled me to see the changes in all of us. Dayang used to shop for her clothes and shoes but that trip, I was dragged out of my bed to accompany her to buy a pair of shoes she saw a day before for her daughter. When the rest of us wanted to leave the mall, she asked us to proceed and without looking up she shouted "see you in the hotel room" while examining the skirt she wanted to buy for her daughter. Being with us 24/7 is no more important as compared to getting stuffs for her daughter.

We had a good laugh when Ita pointed out that going to the disco is not called "going to the disco" anymore, it's called "clubbing". Still, among us we still use the word disco. Like baju "disco", kasut "disco" and so on....

No matter what we try to adapt to the changes in us and the vocabs.... but nothing prepared me for this phone conversation between my choreographer and a mutual friend.

A friend of ours had partied hard and was unable to find his way home. Since he just had dinner with my choreographer, Cikgu Ain earlier, he was the only person that our friend could think of in order to help him home. So another sober, non driving friend called Cikgu Ain and tried to explain... "hello cikgu, can you help us. we can't go back. can you pick us up in Rum Jungle?"
It was at 6 am and Cikgu Ain responded "What? Jungle? where? ramp?".... and continued.... "what jungle in a ramp somewhere? where?" and finally he didn't even have to leave his bed. I guess upon hearing Cikgu Ain's VERY clueless answer, our sober, non driving friend knew it was useless... or shall I say Cikgu Ain is useless....

Yes, I had a good laugh... because even though I still call it "disco", I sure know what and where Rum Jungle is....

Oh dear Cikgu Ain, Jungle is not in a ramp somewhere... It's in K.L. and it's called Rum Jungle... I'll take you there one day k.....

hahahahahahahahahahahaha

yahoo.........

Ramadhan is back. A big box of cotton buds is back next to my bed....