Thursday, November 19, 2009

I Fell In __ a.k.a. Aku T'lah Jatuh __

Instruction: Please choose the right word to fill in the blanks.  


A. -to bankruptcy (muflis)
B. -to a ditch (dalam longkang)
C. love (cinta)
D. Semua di atas (All of the above)
E. Tiada jawapan atas sana (None of the answer above)






Think carefully and wisely before making the decision.










Answer: E


Because... I fell into a ditch together with a bicycle.  Together-gether!  With me still sitting on the bicycle.  Quite a ridiculous sight if you try to imagine it.   We (the bicycle & I) were stuck at the brim but half of me was inside.  Like this:  




It was seriously embarrassing.  

The story started like this.  The weather was quite nice so Lis asked me to go cycling together around the campus before dinner.  For your information, the compound in our campus is very hilly and not very ideal for people who are too short to ride on an adult bike beginners like me.  

Cycling is not difficult but you need skill to control the bike.  At first, we rode uphill and it was no big deal.  It was the going downhill that got me into the accident *koff* just *koff* like *koff* Step.  Hehe. 



Before I fell into the ditch, thoughts about how I would fall, where I would fall, and memories about a friend's friend who fell into a ditch and ended up in a coma had me worried for a while.  All these things ran through my head while my bicycle was heading towards the ditch unable to be stopped, that I forgot to feel scared.  I was more like, 'Uh-oh, I'm going to fall into a ditch' and waited for it to happen. Stupid.  

Suddenly, "Aahhh!!!" 

It did not come from me but from one of the passers-by who saw the whole incident.  

I just lay there, face-down and feeling a little stupid, deciding on what to do next.  Baru ku tauk camney rasa makan tanah, literally.  I thought about getting up (because it was the most reasonable thing to do after falling down) but felt a little tired and decided to stay in that position for a little while because I wanted to gather my thoughts first but suddenly a pair of hands (or was it two?) lifted me up and I had no choice but to get up.  

Sorry, passers-by.  Not that I am ungrateful but I just got so used to getting up on my own. 


When I got up, people who surrounded me were anxious and excited.  It was rather amusing but then I panicked.  'What's wrong? What's wrong?' I thought while feeling my face (well... I care about the safety of my face :p).  

Lis paled.  She said, "Bibir kawu, bibir kawu" which meant "Your lips, your lips."  I had a cut on my lips and it bled but as I wipe my face with the back of my hand, I saw a trail of blood.  It was weird.  I didn't think that my lips would bleed so profusely and asked Lis, "Bibir jak kah? Bibir jak kah?" (Only the lips? Only the lips?)

When I think back about our conversation, it sounded rather funny.  Why is it that when we feel panic or anxious, we tend to repeat what we say a few times?  

It turned out that my nose was bleeding too.  Shocking.  But kinda cool (like in the movies).  What a shame that we didn't get a snapshot of it *sigh*.  Actually, I'm very grateful that I did not lose any tooth (touch wood!).  Just imagine me having to wear dentures at my age.  Ugh! 



However, the most painful thing about the accident was not my wound but my pride.  Malu tauk sik naik beskal sampey masuk longkang!  Of course the swellings hurt too but the thing that I used to sit on the bicycle hurt worse.  I'm glad I can still make this sign: 


V-club!

The moral of the story is, get a proper bicycle next time and make sure that your feet can touch the ground while you're seated on the bicycle.  

Another moral of the story is, don't laugh at your friend's misfortune like I did.  Before our cycling trip, Lis told me about Step's little accident and I said, "Eeh... malu eh." (Eeh... how embarrassing).  Karma.  




As a tribute to the incident, I hereby enclose a picture of the wound taken the day after.  Enjoy! 


The bridge of my nose was a little swollen. 


Why aren't wounds/swellings in the pattern of tattoos?  At least I won't be feeling half as bad.  Tsk.




1NewMessages: This post is long overdue.  The incident happened on November 9th 2009.




What To Do With It? a.k.a. K Polah Apa Benda Ya?

It's been a while since I've come up with a new game.  I know the old ones are getting pretty boring already so I'm gonna add more games so that we can all continue to feel young.  I've thought of a new game (considering it, actually, since the game is not originally from me :p) and I think it should be interesting to play as it will also be testing our creativity.  Aiya... all games also test our creativity la.. 


The name of the game is the same as the title of the post: "What to do with it?" 


The game is actually an item in Guilford's Creativity Test.  Hehe... I can still remember even though the exam was already two weeks ago.  Wahaha... hopefully I'll get an A for the subject.  


So, how do we play the game? It's pretty simple actually.  I give you an object, say, a pencil.  And then you think of other than its original function that a pencil can be used for and explain how it is used.  You can suggest as many as you like and then when you're done with it, you give a new object to the next player.

E.g.:

Object: Pencil 
Funtion: As a hairpin.  You tie your hair up in a bun and stick the pencil through it and you've got yourself a new hairpin!  

New object: Socks 


Like that la... So let's get the ball rolling!




Object: Rubber band

 

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Salesperson vs. Customer a.k.a. Penjual lwn. Pelanggan

This semester is the first time in my three and a half year of studying that I finished my exam earlier than everybody else.  Hence a celebration is a must.  So, BF and I planned on a trip to Genting. 

We stayed one night in KL before heading to Genting the next morning.  While staying in KL, the only activity that I find worthwhile enough to fit in my tight schedule is none other than shopping.  I love shopping not because I love to spend money but because of the challenges it poses on me.  For example, hunting for cheap clothes (not cheap cheap but things that are sold for ridiculously high prices which I can get for half the price).  Good thing that BF loves it too. 

One of our destination was Sg. Wang, where businessmen try their best to milk as much money as possible out of unsuspecting tourists


It was one of my must-go mall in KL (out of habit, actually).  It was also there that we met all the types of salesperson that one can expect to stumble upon on a bad day. 





A) A salesman who is very persuasive even though you have made it very clear that you DO NOT WANT the product.  


This one is very annoying.  At first sight, they appear to be very helpful and friendly.  But after you've tested the product and found that it is not to your liking and you start to decline, he'll try to convince you more and more without giving you a chance to speak at all.  

So all I did was smiled, nodded, then walked away.  It worked.  Guess actions do speak louder than words, huh?


 

B) A salesgirl who has too much opinion.


This is even more annoying especially when she doesn't even approach you to offer assistance.  Instead, all she does is stand at the sideline (not that I disapprove of it), at the same time observing your every move (this kinda gives me the creep but I can still understand cos she may be paranoid that I would want to steal her stuff) AND talking about you with her colleagues!  This one I really beh tahan (cannot take it).  

Shit, shit, SHIT YOU!  

This happened while I was shopping for my bag.  The kepo (busybody) aunty actually commented on my choice of bags because I wasn't tall enough to carry the look.  She talked so loudly, I suspect deliberately, for me to hear. 

Hei makcik, cerminlah diri tu... (in fact, she did look at herself in the mirror but it was only out of vanity *rolled eyes*).  I decided to get even. 


I told BF matter-of-factly AND loudly, "Eh, that aunty talked about me so loudly.  She said, 'Badan kecik, [tapi] nak pilih yang tu'."  The moment those words escaped my lips, I flushed.  'Since when did I become so bold,' I thought.  But as swift as the feelings came, it passed and I just shrugged. 



I knew the aunty heard me cos she turned her back immediately and hid her face.  So not wanting to let someone as "smart" as her to gain the commission from selling me a bag, I walked to other sections where the more beautiful bags were.  Huh~


 

C) A salesgirl who takes things too personally. 
 


People always say that you should not mix work and play.  It means that we must be professional in our work, right?

Again, this time, I was still looking for my bag.  Hehe, I take shopping very seriously ler... Besides, there were too many bags and I did not know which one to choose.  Plus, I was comparing prices here and there.  


So, after taking our time to try on the bags, it was down to only two choices - a grey bag or a white bag.  I spent at least 15 minutes trying to decide which one to buy but finally decided on the former because it was much cheaper.  

We only realized our mistake a little too late.  I had thought that it was cheaper than it really was but I was wrong.  Turned out that it was only a few "tens" cheaper than the white one.  I hate it when they put too many price tags on a product that it gets the customer confused.  Tsk.  

BF thought that the white one is more worth it because of the size and the design. So, because he was the one paying, I had to listen to him and chose the white one :p Hee~ (He wanted to give me something as a sign of gratitude for what I've given him earlier.  I did not make him, ok).  

This got the promoter a little upset because suddenly she had "lost" her commission (you see, she had asked BF to let her sign the receipt for the bag earlier) because the bag was in another section but still belonged to the same department.  WTH.  It was our money.  

I guess her little scene caused a cascading effect because I, too, got a little upset with her outburst.  She told her friend that I wanted to change the bags, hence she didn't want to sign the receipt anymore and walked away just like that.  

Can you believe it? We never had a pact or what but she acted as if we owed her big time.  Just because of that, my supposed-to-be-happy moment was ruin and I kept thinking that it was my fault.  As a result, BF became a little upset too because I got upset.  Crazy, right?

I talked to BF about it.  He replied, "That's why she's still a salesgirl."  

I felt rather impressed with the depth of psychological knowledge that he possesses (because I thought he meant that a salesgirl must be able to make a customer feel guilty for not buying their products) to which he added, "If she's a professional, she wouldn't still be working there now, right?"  

Right.  I forgot that BF is a practical kind of guy.  

All of these happened in just one evening.  Just imagine what would have happened had I stayed longer.  


Anyway, I went home with a new dress and a bag.  Both are white.  Guess I'm a pure shopaholic eh? LOL. 

Any similar experiences?




1NewMessages: Just came back from the trip.  Tired but fun!  Lots of overdue updates to come... ugh.

2NewMessages: Please excuse my doodling.  Just trying to colour up my space :p

Friday, November 13, 2009

Sexy Back a.k.a. Lagu JT tuu...

First and foremost, let's shout it out together: 

FREEDOM!!!  I'm BACK.  Yes, sexy's back[If you can't read it the first time, don't try to read it at all.]


Just like I promised, I'll be back blogging again in no time.  Today, I've got one of the hottest topics to discuss about.  Girls (sorry yea boys, but this could save the life of your girlfriend - I mean, she'll not be so miserable la...), we're gonna talk about our bodies!  
I love and hate this topic.   *sigh*


All my life, I dreamed about having a body like this: 



But nobody has a body like that (except maybe Jessica Alba?).  Lol. 


I am one of those girls who always got teased by their (jerky) guy friends who think that a girl's eyes grow on her chest.  You won't believe how generous these dudes are.  They've shared millions of tips with me on how to enhance the size of my "eyes".  


Here are some of the more famous ones: 
1. Drink papaya juice with milk.  I heard it's effective (if you want to lau sai and spend an entire day in the toilet). Lau sai means diarrheic in Hokkien. 


2. Maybe you should eat chicken breasts.  I heard they're good.  (Chickens are flat-chested too what) 



3. How about drinking soya milk? The last time you came back from your trip to KL, your "eyes" look bigger.  Do you think it's the soya milk? (Should I drink breast milk too? *rolled real eyes*) 


4. Or you could massage it.  Do you want me to help? Hehe. (Since I'm so flat-chested, do you think you know where the right spot is? *tempeleng the guy*) 

 Most of the time I'll just laugh and shrug it off.  But did you know that deep down in my heart I felt so embarrassed and hurt? Why did you guys talk about me as if I'm one of the dudes? I'm a lady la! *sulk and don't wanna "friend" them anymore*


But that was then.  Now... 
(if you're thinking I went for a boob job, no.  It's nothing like that.  This is even better.)


I found this (here)...


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Ta-da! 


That's Keira Knightley.  The heroine of Pirates of the Carribean
The first picture is the original version while the second one has been digitally enhanced.  You see? You see!  Even one of the most famous Hollywood actress has a flat chest!  And men still find her sexy, ok.  I will not be intimidated anymore by your teasings.  For all you know, I could be a Hollywood actress too :p 


So, finished with the boobs, ada lagi... 
I always hated this: 
 
This still looks ok cos I was wearing jeans.  I love my jeans T_T

If not, it will look extra round and BIG like I just stuffed an entire bolster in there T_T  I can just forget about stuffing myself into this tiny skirt

But now I don't mind it that much because... hehe, jangan jeles.  



Wanna take a closer look?




Wahahaha.  Look how round and big her butt is? People even accuse her of tampering with it.  Now that I think about it, I should be proud right? It's an in thing.  So girls, be proud of your sexy backside :)


But when I think back about all the teasings I got back then...

Grandma: Eh, lu ae kacui siang ka na ang-kau-hia ae kacui anae... *went on about other people with similar butts* 
(Eh, you know, your butt looks like the red ant's derriere...)
Me: T_T 


Me: *complaining to Ma about my butt and accusing her for not inheriting her butt to me* 
Mama: Ma si beh an cua la... anae ma ka ho kua.  Mana ae sui na si bo shape eh... 
(It's ok la... looks good what.  You won't look half as good if you don't have any curve eh...)
Me: Tsk. 


When Mama teased Papa about his butt which is quite round and big for a man. 
Papa: Kabut kejiih lah daao.  Mun mayhor seluwer debei teruih luluih baai.  
(It's good that my butt is like this.  If my pants are loose, they won't fall down instantly.) 
Me: Apakah? 


My Papa and Mama converse in Melanau between themselves.  But they speak Hokkien to us kids.  Weird huh? Maybe it's their romantic language? Hehe.  


But I think it's more convenient to badmouth about us (kids).  Not that we didn't understand the language.  Just that they are so used to thinking that we are more Chinese than them.  Like this one time I caught them both talking about my sisters and I while happily sipping tea and I silently walked in on them...

Me: HA!  *this is me giving them a surprise* Cho mik lu nang mengumpat lang anae tua sia?  
(HA!  Why do you guys talk so loudly when badmouthing about people?) 
Papa: *Obviously shocked* Hey! Hamang ka lu anae ka tua lang kong ua? Wa nang teng pai tolok wu anae kuan ka wa nang ae pe bo kong ua.  
(Hey!  Who taught you to talk like that to an adult? During our time we didn't talk to our parents in such a manner, you know.) 

Jawapan standard bapa saya.  

Me: *pretending not to have heard him* 
Mama: Eh... wa nang tolok wu kong lu nang ae pai ua.  Hile huan cai si wu ia ba.. 
(Eh.. who says we were badmouthing you guys? We were only stating the facts..)  
Me: *cis*



1NewMessages: Wait for my new updates about exciting things that happened while I was on a hiatus.  Huhu~




Sunday, November 1, 2009

On A Hiatus a.k.a. Cuti Peperiksaan

2nd November - 12th November 2009 = 11 days.   


Hehe, just telling and pretend that everybody is interested :P 




I'll be BACK.  Wait for me.  





1NewMessages: Sometimes Most of the time, BIG sacrifice is needed to achieve something, no matter how small.