Sunday, December 04, 2005

for a while there, i panicked after measuring my hip. thought i lost meself some precious butt. 20 minutes later, i declare it a false alarm. phew..

went to syed's bro wedding just now, with im and his two friends, yb n adrian. i swear, i'm not gonna install some karaoke set thingy for my under-the-block wedding. no way. was sitting right in front of the speaker just now, and the multitude of chey-deh singers blasted my ears through n through. ive already decided, i'd prepare cds of mix songs to be played by the dj on duty. or if my brother is willing, i'd hire his bandmates for one full day and pay them to play for my ceremony. ok wat? treat it as a gig. he likes his guitar anyway. rather than sit down n wash dishes, i'm sure he'd jump (cept he cant actually really jump nowadays cos of his ligaments) at the chance to play guitar instead. he rarely washes his own plates, anyways... heh..

was going out of the house today, when my mum asked me if whether i'm taking the bus or im's bike. she asked me twice. if i answered her, i'd be lying, so i kept my mouth shut and pretended i din hear her. i went "lalalalala..pls dont ask me again..." in my head. once upon a very long time ago, she did mention, more than once, bout her not letting me pillion his bike. u know how mothers are. cant say i blame her. then all of a sudden just now she asked me, "are you taking the bus or the bike?" its something bout the way she asked it? i mean, if she die-die doesnt let me take the bike, shouldnt she be saying something like, "take public. dun take the bike hor." instead she ask me which form of transportation i'm taking. its like, "hmmm, i wonder how you'll get there this time. bus or bike? either's fine with me. i just need to know." get wat i mean? dun u think so?

while we're on this topic of bikes and pillion, lemme tell u how we get by. whenever we're going places with his bike, he'd pick me up at the carpark further away from my place. like duh! dun expect him to park his bike right behind my block under the noses and prying eyes of our very communal (read:kpo) neighbours. in fact, its a kinda trick used by most bikers and pillions with reproaching elders... now, i trust this wont reach my parents ears. how would it anyways? unless ure also very communal and cant leave me alone in peace, which i know u arent. cos yana's readers are all cool dudes and dudettes...

anyways, so last week, same routine applies. while sitting down n waiting for him to pick me up, i saw from the corner of my eyes, my uncle (who lives in the same block as i do) cycling innocently slowly towards me. i dunno why, but i panicked.

thats yana for you. when your mind goes blank; panic. when u are about to do something quite wrong; panic. in the absence of better things to do; panic. heh... i love panicking myself silly. it gives me an adrenaline rush.

anyways, where was i? well yeah, so i dunno bout you, but when i panic, i tend to do inexplicable stuffs. in this case, it involved standing up, going 'loodoodoodoodoo' (i really hummed that), turning my body slowly (i had a conception that any sudden movement would attract attention) and walking round the perimeter of the block with a phone against my ear, on the pretext of calling and talking to someone. anyone. i dunno why but i dialled the MOE helpline. (!!??!?!?) heh... and just when i was turning into one of the corners, i came face-to-face with uncle on bicycle. very timely too, cos at this point, im came zooming in and parked his bike. well done, yana. well done. *claps hands* mebbe he din recognize me, but i'm sure he did cos he was glaring at me, or mebbe it din register to him or mebbe he knows i'm waiting for my chariot, but in any case, my uncle definitely wasnt smiling at me. he was glaring, remember? oh well...

i love my uncle so i'll take it i'm in the wrong somehow...

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