Alhamdulillah & thank you to all my friends – it was nice meeting you people:
The latest series of escapades started with me venturing out to Bukit Mertajam on my own and met a Datin who is really my new friend’s (friend of my friend - long story here) mother. Lucky I did my normal routine (especially when in doubt) of not addressing people directly in making small talks. Thus, “Apa khabar?” instead of “Apa khabar makcik?” I asked my friend (not the friend’s friend) regarding about the proper way of addressing her – actually we both had met her, the Datin, earlier in BBB. She told me to use kak, not datin nor makcik! And the husband as Tuan Haji. I’m not comfortable really in meeting titled or rich and famous people – call it reverse discrimination if you like! I know, they’re normal human being just like you & me but the pressure of knowing what to do and not to do in their presence….
Met my ex-primary school friend at my neighbour’s daughter’s wedding. I kind of already expected to see him and thus when I stayed back after the merenjis session to provide 'A free service by an amateur wedding photographer' (there’s a professional and paid one – a girl actually so I kinda stick around to check out her work hehehe and learn by imitation!) the groom mentioned about his brother who were around & thus I called him out and asked him to sit beside me. Ray (fuyoo! complete with coloured hair sebijik macam Along the money lender - not my eldest bro!) said, “Wah, rad (using my full name lah) dulu bukan main pemalu orangnya..”
Er, I remember hiding in the bathroom during an Eid visit by him and gang and later being teased mercilessly by my siblings. I can count using one hand how many times I brought home my friends to meet the family, even female ones.
On Saturday, R arranged for girly dates among her friends including me so I got to meet Sarah again (who is my friend now), Zura for the first time (our friendship starts from fb; she comes to Penang from time to time so…endless possibility!) and Suhana who was R’s ex-student. The topics of conversation range from somebody’s first time spa experience & comparison with Bangkok’s etc.; the Halal Development Corporations (HDC) – eh, halal ke makanan kat hotel tu? Where should HDC be put under - MITI?; how to apply GSTL and how it works; somebody’s NY trip; what a nice & crunchy popiahs (whether we should try the weird-sound choc-popiahs – what?); nasi campur yang tak sedap (my contribution) etc.
At the same time, finally, my other friend, Ifa, caught up with me (after a couple of missed calls) so I arranged to meet her and an old dear friend (L) and two other friends at her place immediately following the girly lunch. She (L not Ifa) asked for advices in doing PhD so I launched into my prepared speech with gusto which cover everything from relationship with supervisors and ‘previous hot gossips’ that is coming to the surface again; personal relationship and so forth which kinda not sit nicely with my friend (Ifa not L) who is also stuck in doing her phd on a part-time basis.
On Sunday, I went for visits at two of my sisters’ house. I brought along B for lunch at my eldest sister – her version of nasi ayam – as her way of saying thank you to B for putting up with me all this while. To be followed by a nasi minyak at B’s colleague wedding in Sendayan where I got to meet her ‘famous’ other colleagues; Hisham and Fadhil – rupa ada tapi mulut mcm puaka hehehe. Later that night, they all went out for bowling while I was stuck in the house concentrating on my thesis correction! What a price to pay for all the plays!
Last night, I joined B in meeting up our ex-secondary school mates, P, A, W.Setan & wife. I told B that I wanted to prove to myself especially that going out with male friends is a normal process instead of making it special occasion like dating he-who-shall-not-be-named-here. Obviously the 3 guys have heard about me being ‘makwe’ (Euwwwww!!!!) of he-who-shall-not-be-named-here. I’ve nothing to hide so I told them that under normal circumstances (meaning if I wasn’t in pissed poor mood after the latest break-in-relationship) there’s no way I could have entertained him at all! But thanks to him, now I feel this need to shout out to people & get notice! The topics of conversation range from sailing experience, life on shipboard (can jog mah!), car-theft attempt by a car wash (Jet Steam Spa?) at Alamanda, catering business from Alor Star to KL, and mostly about night life in the boys’ hostel last time. Honestly, I didn’t know that they could cook roti canai, burger etc using electric iron! (they somehow used the washed cover of metal bin in place of a pan), ‘fly’, getting into the girls’ dormitory at night (cringe in horror!)l who’s getting suspended for what, mentioned names of few guys true colours like a supposed ‘imam’ who watched blue movies (horror!), homosexual activities (imagine a macho boy being ‘kena’ – why didn’t he simply kick him? Remained a mystery til now.), etc. It was like there was a whole and complete structure of a ‘shadow government’ running the welfare of the boys in making sure the whole process of bullying by the seniors, the business of making money – taking order/request for stolen girls’ panties (from the individual locker -for extra Umpph!- instead of those hanging out to dry) like RM2 for the top, RM5 for the bottom and added extra RM2 for used ones! – etc. To say that I was surprised (on finding out about all that now) was a bit too mild I guess! Even the wardens and head prefects were sorta in the know. All I could say was, when did you guys sleep or study then?
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