Liah has confirmed a room at the Ritz on her birthday and Clara has already booked it using her Citibank perks.
This time round, we have to get into the pool. Okay, enough of birthdays. We haven’t even met up for Noreen’s birthday…and it’s already over. 5 people is hard enough..so imagine 7. Okay, stop it.
Aint got clever things to say. So if you’re looking for wisdom, try Google.
Went through major decision-making process last night and decided that I should rebond my unruly hair. Figured that my hair is still too short to be curled. And..erm..i’m too chicken to do it because permed hair will make my ageing face look even older.
Mentioning looking older…last night on the train to gym, Lauren and I noticed this freaky looking toddler (about 3 years old). He has the face of a 15 year old Indian boy, lah! I was very spooked because he reminded me of my favourite prata-boy.
No, the boy hasn’t gotten a moustache…yet.
Anyway…
The don just asked me about my books and I answered her earnestly…much to the dismay of Pak Wim, I guess. He said it would be better to lie. I cannot lah. If the don wants to scold me, let her scold me. I have run out of excuses to cover everyone’s ass. My ears are freaking numb already. I went MOE and the officers were “begging” subtly for me to understand their positions…and back in office, the don was screaming and forcing everyone to understand her (or the company’s) predicament. Then…who the fuck understand my plight?
MOE people said the mafia was too aggressive…the mafia said the MOEians were a bunch of lembap people. Both sides look at me and hoping for a freaking miracle. If I can do miracle, I will get everyone down on the 19th to celebrate a Moonie’s birthday, okay!
Uh huh.
Maran: Mona, your books all done?
Mona: (giving a glassy look) No..no..of course not.
Maran: Any books sent for filming?
Mona: (resigned tone) No..sadly…
Maran: Really? No film? Textbook? Workbook? Havent filmed?
Mona: No..no..no..
Maran: (gleefully) Heh then I am very happy!
Mona: Heeeeyeyeyey… how can you be happy?!
Maran: My books also haven’t sent to filming.
Times like this, the slaves seek comfort in the inefficiency of each other. Hah. That’s shitandpiss’ spirit.No NPCC tomorrow so yeah..can sleep in. Urgh, no? Dammit…I have to start doing spring cleaning already. The brother initially wanted to paint the house…but hmmm, one week of Ramadan has passed and there’s still no Nippon sign. Therefore I figure, the house will be in the same shade again this year.
Last night, the mother passed me a paper bag containing 2 sets of baju kurungs. I tried them on like an excited child. They are simple dresses…not stunning or whatsoever, but they will do. So..yeah..no need to buy Hari Raya clothes. No need to pay also because apparently the mother was the one who made them.
So for Hari Raya, I’m basically covered. Got my clothes and my shoes (last year’s but wore only once!). Right now, I’m growing another headache in trying to come up with a Hari Raya Financial Plan. It sucks to be an adult during Hari Raya, right? Haha!
I need to give extra dough to the father to help with the drinks and other miscellaneous Hari Raya items. Oh yeah..and the fitrah tithe, too! I need to give the mother extra also…for her inane flower decorations, the kuihs, cakes and other goodies. I need to contribute to the sister also…or maybe buy her shoes or bag or a proper hair cut. I thank God the brother is working and earning well. I cant imagine chipping in for his cause too. Pengsan!
Then I have to set aside extra transport money. Of course not forgetting the (haha) heart-attack inducing money to the relatives. My heart is telling me to sedekah money to my old aunties and uncles…especially Wak Long and Wak Japar who treat me like their own child. Then there’s Wak Ijah who helped me get through Uni…then there’s Queen Elizabeth (the grandma, lah!) and Nek Ngaji (the father’s godmother). Pengsan, pengsan! Then there are the pesky tykes…countless countless countless of them.
Urgh…this is scary. I don’t earn thousands. Little things have got to go this time…like buying Hari Raya cards and sending them to friends, buying/making my favourite goodies. Wahlao…I think post-Hari Raya depression is looming. Uh huh..the Great Depression.
Oh my Mission NY’06!
Well well…
Am contemplating if I should go gym tomorrow. If I go gym, then I don’t think I want to go see Motor Cross at Marina Promenade.
Ting said it’s going to start at 2000hrs. Wait… There’s EPL at 2200hrs (against Sunderland)! Wigan’s playing tomorrow also. But, how often can you get to see Motor Cross, Mona???
Man.
A Paradox
The fear to manage
The flair to edit
The heart to mentor
The fear to mislead
The mind of vision
The eye for details
The gear to go up
The fear to fall down
The urge to leave
The fear to lose
The need to upgrade
The dread to update
The desire to be sceptical
The disfavor to be cynicalb
The search of authors
The dearth of editors
The hope to be credited
The fear to be discredited
The support for integrity
The struggle for profitability
The desire to be successful
The guilt to be untruthful
The urge to speak up
The fear to be shut up
The need to edit
The misdeed to exit
The gain of a promotion
The pain of an alienation
The love to write
The loss to edit
The fury for transparency
The apathy for dishonesty
Hah! Trust KC to come up with this when he should be working.
But, he hits bull’s eye. This is the trauma I am facing at work. We’re in it all the same. No one to exchange shit with.
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