Ever met anyone yang berlagak separa sedar?  They'll come out with a statement that sound pretty simple and harmless, but the same time it can really make the other party really annoyed if it's being done couple of times in a row.  Here's an example:

Statement version 1:

SMS from Ana:
Record of life.  14 bucks for a haircut.  Never in my life I pay below 40 for a haircut.

Counter SMS sent to Ana:
Orang 'Taman Tun" memang macam tu.  Eheh..  Never in MY life I have to pay RM40 for a haircut..  (meant to say as : never in my entire life I have to spend freaking 40bucks for a stupid single haircut..)

Statement version 2:

SMS from Ana:
One question.  Don't I look like a Malay at all?  It's like the 100th person asked me if I'm a Malay or not... 

Counter SMS sent to Ana:
Dunno.  For me you look like a normal Malay girl.  Maybe the way you dress stands out from the the crowd (meant as a compliment).  And an additional point, you say "goreng pisang" as in "gowwrrrengg piysang".. Ha, that explains.

And what do I get from being honest? 

Counter SMS from Ana:
What's wrong with you today.  Nada-nada membuli dari tadi.  Tau la baru nak buat pahala.  Tapi that doesn't mean kena buat dosa dulu. (because aku decline her invitation to accompany her for the haircut thing and join the usrah instead).

Counter-counter SMS to Ana:
I'm just being honest.  You ask me the question, I'm just answering it.  Sorry la if terasa ke ape, never meant pon..

Counter-counter-counter SMS from Ana:
Hehehe..tau pun rasa salah.  Me tak terasa pun, takat Mas yang berkata-kata, no hal punye la..

And...........................why am I the guilty one here??? 

Some people just can't take a simple naked truth~

BTW, the most I would pay for a stupid haircut is RM20, and that explains why most of the time I prefer to cut on my own.  Pure satisfaction, less bragging.

And, what is it with getting a haircut for more than RM40??   For a simple trim and you have to pay RM40++???  That's just stupid for me.  And like, ohh.. so you normally spend RM40+++ for your haircut... and so..  what...??  Some people just value their savings rather then throw it for a 'quality' haircut..  Syesh!

And what is it about being proud that you don't have a Malay look?  Did she actually count 100 people quoted about her look for a one way trip to Pusat Bandar??  Exaggerating, and let me tell you, this is not the first time. 

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Lesson usrah of the day : Rasullullah pernah berkata "Sebelum kamu ingin menyalahkan sahabat kamu, fikirkan dulu 10 kesalahan diri kamu sendiri.."

OK, so now I have to state 10 salah diri aku sendiri to counter-strike salah Ana.

(1) At times, I really come out straight to the point.  And when I come straight to the point, I tend to hurt other people's feeling.

(2) When I feel intimidated or mad at someone, normally I would ignore that person or simply buat-buat tak dengar what that person is talking about, although it's clear cut that he/she is talking to me.  Well.. i know, it's rude..

(3) I trash behind their back.

(4) I trash about the person that I don't like in my blog.

(5) If it happens that they're gossiping about the person that I don't like too, then there's a very high tendency that I'll join the anyam-ketupat / mengumpat session.

(6) At times, I crossed the borders too..

(7) I'm an egoistical maniac -- so, most of the time, I don't think I'm wrong.

(8) Kicking Azmul's butt is my favourite past-time.

(9) I'm a green monster.

(10) Err..i'm out of idea..

NOW I know why The Prophet said that.  At least I'm drained to trash Ana's statement sakit hati more than I should......  

Does this sounds lame to you : "I promise myself that one day, when I can afford it,  I'll take you to stay with me and give you your very own beautiful garden, and I'll give you anything you want, you eat what you want to eat, you drink what you want to drink, and a beautiful resting space for both of us.  And I'll be happy to have you by my side, and I'll make sure you too will be happy and secured with me around.  You don't have to be scared and caged anymore because I'll make you a free being, and I want to ensure that YOU ARE HAPPY -- And all that is because I love you, and you the best-est and brilliant-est creature I've ever meet.  Remember that, one day, my dear..  ONE DAY, we'll be together again.  I love you so much!"

Yeah.  I said that ------ to my cat ---- 6 years ago kot. 

Mummy Cat

Her name is Mummy Cat.  Well, the name is lame, but the cat is not.  It's just a nickname emak called her, and it got stucked with her -- until now -- although she can't bear anymore lil' kittens.  She's just a pregnant stray cat that happen to move in under our cupboard the day we move to Subang Jaya, and she's been staying with us ever since.  Subang-Johor-Puchong.  And it's almost 15 years now.

Mummy Cat USED to have 5 lil' kittens that looks exactly like her -- full orange-striped pattern ala Garfield.  And all 5 died due to severe fall-out act when she attempted to move her new family under my sister's study table.   So, emak castrated her and I cried at the sight of her coming back with all that purplish cream at her stomach.

The thing is, about 6 years ago, ever since Abg Uda got married and stayed in our house with the not-so-cool wife (the ex-wife now), he's been prohibiting Mummy Cat and Persil (another big fat white cat that I'm not really attached to) from entering the house.  Konon the cat bawak kutu lah, habuk lah, bulu-bulu lah, kuman lah.  And it got worse when his first child came into the picture.  So, kunun nak jaga hati menantu-menantan nye, my parents went back and forth JB-KL just to give both of them some space of their own, and they come to the extent of caging both cat.  I even got a "threat-letter" from Abg Uda when I let the cat roam freely in my room.  That is the time when I make that promise to her.  "One day, I'll buy my own place, and I'll take you with me.  No cage for you and no threat from anyone...  One day.."

And then there's the time when I got stucked in KL pursuing my studies and emak and abah stayed at Johor and they bring along the cats.  Although the cats are free to move around the house, but they're restricted from going out because of the neighbourhood dogs and etc, and that's when I said to her "One day, when I have my own place, I'll make sure you have your own garden and I'll let you run around and use up all you cat energy and not feel trapped in this house anymore.  One day..."

NOW -- when I got stucked in Pasir Gudang -- expecting to be near with my Mummy Cat, the emak and the abah took away the Mummy Cat and the Persil and this time stayed in Puchong-Subang.  And since Kak Lang is staying with my parents, and since she got pregnant, again, the same thing happen to the poor cats.  They let the cat wonder around the hot/damp car porch during the day and cage them during the night. 

You see -- human pregnancy and cat don't go along that well.

So -- now -- I'm thinking of moving to a new place (again) imagining that I can find a place with adequate spaces for the cat (if I'm going to take them) with affordable price.  But, since me and Kak Long are planning for a Bali trip this November, my budget has stripped down my choices to low budget living space only.  And the only option would be: to rent a room (again).......

Renting a room is cheap, but I can't really push aside the idea of letting my Mummy Cat being tormented back there.  Moreover, now Mummy Cat is already as thin as a paper and already partially blind and a bit deaf too. I can't wait for the time to take her with me and pamper her the way she deserves.  But, when?

It breaks my heart everytime when I go back home in Puchong, seeing her with her new slim figure and she'll meowed calling me from outside (which Kak Uda said she only do that when I'm home) and sit on my stinky shoes as if waiting for me to fulfill my promises. 

And now, I'm not sure anymore if she'll live the day when finally I'll be able to give her all that I want to give.  Imagine -- a blind and deaf cat, not knowing where to go, where to find the food and relying on her already corrupted nose, I know, it's hard for her.  And it's hard for me too...

Yeah, this entry sounds a bit silly.  But my affection toward Mummy Cat is real.  It's 15 friggin' year and she's always there when I was left alone.  She sleep with me when I'm afraid of the dark.  The wakes me up for Subuh prayer.  She lost 3 teeth and her saliva freaks everyone out.  She's crazy in a good way, and funny in a funny way.  She comes right up when we call her name, but she can't do that anymore because she is deaf!! 

And now, I'm not sure anymore if I can fulfill that promise to her...

I feel like beginning this "long-awaited" (lah-sgt) entry with some crappy pic.

It's a pig -- in case you haven't got any idea what THAT is.

And -- oh.. it's my head!!  And Siti is the one next to me.

It's me and Siti's backside -- erm, it's not that bad at all despite the fact that Azmul keep on refferring my backside as "THE flat screen".

With some freakin' cool statue -- and well -- sensored statue if you Zoom it~

And elephants that come with the name Maya and -- err... I forgot the rest.

And it's me, and Siti reporting from Singapore Zoo (acting overly-curious watching some dog named Barley jumping around).

I just renewed my passport -- what do you expect.  RM300 for 32 freakin' pages, I would be so dumb not to use it!  It would've been great if our government would consider lowering the price -- I mean, to travel, you need the passport + transportation + hotels +  food + MONEY.  To get the passport, you need 2 passport sized pic + MONEY.  To get the transport, still, you need MONEY.  To stay in some cheap hotel, you still need MONEY despite it is called a cheap hotel.  To eat, you need MONEY.  You even need MONEY to get into the freakin' unkept toilets in Malaysia!  Sorry to say, the world today is driven by MONEY.

Anyway, the trip to Singapore is great -- buat julung-julung kalinye I go to Singapore NOT during raya and NOT with family and NOT visiting some auntie uncle pakcik ngayi nyayi dan segala tok nenek level struktur organisasi.

Went there with Dan (the colleague) and his so-called-friend, Siti -- by which I think they will end up together.  In the first place, the idea of hanging out with a colleague and his girlfriend agak merunsingkan minda ku yang berkecamuk itu, but well, push that aside, and I had a great time. 

Although S'pore is still not in my favourite's list, but in terms of tourism point of view, they're better than us.  Better-rer~  I am still M'sian, but let's say it proffesionally and for everybody's own good.

Comparison 1:

What is more famous in Malaysia other than their TOILETS, ait?  You go to Pertama complex, pay 30cent and you get a lousy stinky all wet toilet.  You go to Desaru changing room, pay RM1 if you want to bathe and clean up OR pay 50cent if you only need to use the toilet and you get a super-wet-that-came-close-to-flood kind of toilet that only uses cheap half dirty berlumut canvas for each toilet cubicle.  And I mean HALF!!  And don't get me started with the petrol pump's toilet~

In S'pore, the petrol pump's toilet is like a 5 star hotel toilet.  Do I need to say more?

Ok, being a Malaysian, let's say some nice stuff about Malaysia..  You go to the Jusco toilet for free, and it is very satisfactory.  Err, wait.. Jusco is a Japanese's company..  Ouch!

Comparison 2:

You know Pertama complex?  Or Sogo?  Or Kotaraya?  Walk outside the building and tell me what do you smell.  The humid and dirty air of toxicated exhaust fumes.  I can even smell it just typing about it.

Now, let's walk along Orchard road and the shops along that area, and you can't really feel the impact of air pollution as in Pertama or Sogo or Kotaraya.  Well, despite the unhidden fact that the shopping complex is exactly by the side of a 5 lane road!!

The bias statement -- err, Singapore is small, and they don't have as many car as in Malaysia, and .... there..~  No traffic, no air pollution.

Comparison 3:

Do you feel safe walking the dog at 9pm at night?  Do you feel safe going to kedai runcit Pak Ali at night -- walking?  Being in Pasir Gudang, I don't even feel safe walking.  No pedestrian walk, no adequate light, no reliable police, and a LOT of crazy people that love the SAGOL (samun + rogol) act nowadays.

To say that S'pore is free from that kind of crime is an unfair statement.  But, the feeling of walking at night doesn't seem as dangerous as walking in Malaysia.  Plenty pedestrian walk, kinda safe environment, cool refreshing night air, and you can walk the dog day and night.

Bias statement -- hm, itu in Pasir Gudang.  You can't compare that to Pasir Gudang.  KL lain, plenty of places to walk around.  Err, yeke??  Plenty of places to walk around, and plenty of dirty air jugak.  Ho-ho..

I should stop with this S'pore-M'sia thing.  I don't really like S'pore that much either...

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Funny dialogue of the day:
"Bosan la takda motor ni...  Tak dapat keluar dengan bebas.."
"Jalan kaki je la, pi jalan-jalan dekat kedai-kedai tepi tu,,"
"Taknaklah...  Takkuutt... Nanti kena sagol..."
"Syeshh---Lempang kang~"

The dialogue above is between me and Azmul.  And he is the one with the orange font.  Now you know why I keep on calling him si pondan.  Hoho -- thank God he don't know how to get to my blog...  Never tell the people that you would probably trash in the future about your super-sacred-blog.  Haha!

Senyum termewek -- tanya orang pantai timur maksudnye.. **(^U^)**

Remember the 'funny-ridiculous-not-making-any-sense-non-relevent' thoughts back then?  What if it ACTUALLY came true? 

The thing is, everytime I go to surau for the afternoon prayer, I couldn't help it but my mind will somehow twweeeaaatt itself to The Crush.  Hey, don't blame me for being angau tak bertempat.  Going to the surau requires me to pass by the mouldshop area (where the crush's workstation is), and the probability of seeing him is 98 to 2 ratio.

That's how the thought passes by my head that goes something like "If I happen to bertembung with Zam the crush at the T-junction (between men's and women's surau after prayer, then -- memang aku ada jodoh la dengan dia.. ahaha!".  Like I said, it's just a stupid thought to fill up my hay-wired-and-stressful mind of a career women. 

After completing the afternoon prayer, the thought kinda dissolved in air, and I forgot about it.  While I was busy membetul-betulkan my pants and taking a turn towards the T-junction, taraaa -- there he is!

Yeah, he's there when I'm in this very comical position trying to adjust my pants with Mr. Bean's style!!  How unfortunate!

It's funny though, to have the wish granted in the most awkward situations.  So, going back to my workstation after that dengan senyum termewek, and at times, I feel like really laughing out loud about the whole thing.  Why not -- very rare the 'funny-ridiculous-not-making-any-sense-non-relevent' thoughts came true.

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I'm a grandma!! 

Huh..??

After Cumi (the-cute-fat-siamese-stray-cat-that-brilliantly-pee-exactly-in-the-toilet-hole) being kidnapped by Yan, (da ex-housemate-who-steal-much-more-stuff-than-Cumi), Put Put came and overtake Cumi's throne.  Put Put is a very annoying ugly stray cat that is veerrrryyyy noisy!  She have all the colour a cat could have blended in her fur.  You name it, orange,black,white, yellow.. 

The only thing I love about Put Put is only the time when I raba her stomach, I can feel her babies moving.  Other than that, she's just an annoying stray cat that chase me everywhere and meowed in a very loud and irritating manner and most of the time I feel like kicking her ass.  Hmm, to think about it, maybe I should name her Ana instead of Put Put.  Hahaha!! (evelish laugh)

Put Put gave birth on Tuesday, 12/06/07.  In the first place, I thought Put Put gave birth to only 2 kittens.  Later I found out, she accidentally left another one exactly on the veranda.  Stupid-irresponsible mother-cat!  So, I have 3 cucu in one shot. 

But, mysteriously, the next day, one of the kitten missing in action.  I doubt it if the missing kit' was wondering around the house.  He/She's ony 1 day old!!  But then, I realised a tiny spot of blood on the kitchen which makes me think the worst of all.  Put Put ate her own kid!!!  Stupid-irresponsible-mother-cat!!

I guess, Put Put already set in her mind to have only 2 kids.  I can do nothing about it.  She's their mother.. And I'm just a human that loves to raba her stomach~

Seems like I've been telling more and more about Ana, while these days, it seems like Ana's only conversation revolves around Farid (her affair with this married guy with 2 kids) and Fir (a guy she met in the bus) and Farid and Fir and Farid and Fir and Farid and Fir and some Michi while a little bit of some other parts as well.  Trying to be a good listener, sometimes, I admit, I couldn't take it with another Farid or Fir talk.  Heck, I don't even know who these people are!!

Like yesterday, I was deeply immersed listening to the new BonJovi's and American Hi-fi's altogether when I heard somebody talking.  Oh, it's Ana talking -- to me.. So, there I go discharging myself from the musical mood expecting something veerryy interesting to be talked about.

"You know what..yesterday Fir SMS-ed me.  Kan i'm very tired coming back from S'pore, so I didn't manage to reply his SMS-es.  So, this morning he SMS-ed me saying 'Oh, Fir bukan ape...Fir risau kalau apa-apa jadi dekat Ana'.  Ehehe... Kesian sgt mamat ni. "

I was like .... "Ngaaa....  Whaa......??"  Kinda like the same story I heard about Farid..

"Hehehe..tu laa..nak buat macam mane..  Semua mamat-mamat yg kawan dgn Ana sume caring dekat Ana..  "

I know there's some joking tone, and I can still sense some bragging going on.  So, spontaneously I replied "Haaa...  Ape kes mamat tu..  Takde life ke ape...Go get a life la~.."

Err, well..maybe I intimidated her, maybe I attacked her safety walls, maybe I kinda go overboard, but who wouldn't?  She's been badgering my head with all the Farid and Fir (and Zam the crush) talks.. But, I didn't attack her directly, it was actually meant to that dude.  And sarcastically, and LOUDLY, she said "Eleh...jeles laa tu.. Tak sangka..  Jeles rupenya Mas ni..Hahahaha..Mas jeles...haha"   

And I was like "Whaaa.....??"

So, that's how life goes lately.  At some part I feel like attacking her mercilessly, while most of the time, she really go wayyyy overboard man!  Like the time she called me a fake -- well, truth is, it does hurt.  That's why I keep on talking about it until today.

Just because I'm not a social freak, not so bubbly, not the type that gelak gedik-gedik, not the type can chat happily and merrily with all the guys, it doesn't mean I'm a loser~  And hell NO -- why should I be jealous of her...????  I don't wanna live like her.  I don't need plenty of guys to cheer me up. 

Well, although I keep on criticising her, like I said earlier -- I only despises her at some part -- especially at some part.  In reality, she can still fun to be around with, but -- not too much.  It might hurt.   I should draw the line....zraaaaaa~