Monday, June 18, 2007

i've known her for more than a good half of my life but while she's my best, both of our families have vague recollection of either of us.

consider this. when i told my mum who i was going out with (after we were spotted waving frantically at my kitchen window), her response was:

"yes, i know. i'm talking to you, yana. but who are you going out with?"
in reply, "i'm going out with nana, mum.."
"yes, i know you're yana. but who's the other girl?" -_-

such is also the case for her family. the mention of yana would probably bring on knotted eyebrows followed by the shakes of heads. nevermind that i used to frequent her place quite often a few years back (tho nana couldnt remember for nuts that this ever took place).

no matter.


this dear galfriend got hitched last week and i am oh-so-freaking-happy that i got to share this moment with her. despite her admittance to supposedly losing her nerves and behaving like some kid on valium, i assure you that her above worries were unfounded. and that from a viewpoint of an onlooker from the corner of her cosy, spotless and well-ventilated room, a hundred lawyers with their putar-belit (ie: smooth) tongues can't sway me from believing that she is one cool cat (unless of course, the lor-yer comes in the form of jude law, then all bets set won't be met.). and from that corner opposite her photo-filled hall of fame, i looked on silently (except for one or two, " you are doing just fine, don't worry bout it,"), thinking of how proud i was at the way she was handling things.
i never expected any less of her, anyways.
so yes, miss nana is reserved, and is one half of the few couples that i can safely say, deserve each other. for this next leg of your life, nana- i say... i'm looking forward to it!

nana inspired me with her inspiration of nigella's lawson smooth-capped fairy cakes.

whoever says june is a school holiday for everyone associated with the education sector should be sunned upside down to air his head (like fruit bats) and get some blood flowing to his brains straightaway (if its not empty to begin with). this month has been quite fully-packed, with me going home way after sunset almost everyday the past two weeks. having said that, i'd have to admit pre-sunset hours onwards are mostly spent with my havoc and happening galpals from school. i bet you my most prized earrings that they are the most fun mix of girls that you could get in one cohort, all thrown haphazardly together.
its so fun, i would rather like to spend all day with them, if not for my guilty conscience bidding me home, where empty pots await to be filled.
its so fun, that if you don't manage to laugh your head off within the first half hour of being in their good company, you are no ice queen. only because ice queens would have been halfway through melting like the North Pole.
instead, i hereby pronounce you kris dayanti with freshly injected botox. -_-

the family has also returned safely from umrah yest. i am happy to see them of course.... and just as delighted to willingly relinquish my position of rice-cooker-toilet-washer-floor-sweeper-food-heater-laundry-washer and what-nots.
-_-

this period of two weeks being without my parents and sis have made me realise the following. That:
- my mum and dad are superhumans in human skin
- my sister is not that irritating
- i can sleep alone in a house by myself
- i can wake up in the middle of the night after dreaming of pocong crouching at the side of my room (no thanks to watching pocong 2 on the dvd of cos), mouth a few prayer verses, and drift back off to sleep.
- my brother cares about providing for my food when i wasn't cooking.
and that
- my siblings give some of the best advices, are more thoughtful than i give them credit for and think the most lucid thoughts with more clarity than i could hope to achieve, even with magic mushrooms or grass.
i.just.had.to.ask.
got it.

i would be lying if i say i wasnt anxious about next week on, but in the meantime, life is better than best.

*pocong is a ghost tied up with funeral cloth and whose main mode of getting from place to place is by hopping about. muslim equivalent of chinese zombies, i suppose..

r.z 12:04 AM  2 comments