Bootylicious

Yo!

For the past few days i received lots of emails and smses asking whether i am ok or not. And the number tah mana-mana punye negarala, yang aku tau aimee sorang je..yang lain tu tatau sapelah. sampai no endon pon ade.Takkan ayah aku baca blog ni kot? Anyway, thank you. I was upset and yeah a bit bz and sengal.

Sayang korang ok.

And today, bangun pagi my eyes were bloodshot red. Sikit lagi la macam puntianak tapi sebab aku malas gile nak pegi keje, i sort of like itla.. After visiting that pretty doctor [masih gagal memegang tangannya] i went for..shopping spreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Manicure, pedicure, hair treatment, massage, new shoes, new tops, and ermm.. entah hape-hape lagi and I feel much much better.

Anyway, will be going to JB tomorrow for meon ami’s wedding. Can you believe that she’s getting married? But yeah, memandangkan dia adalah ranum maka logiklah juga kann.

Ok. craps all the way.

Anyway, enjoy your holiday bunnies.
I will try to take goooood pictures [of myself, haha] for your viewing..hohohohoh

tataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
muahssssssssssssss–>dah lama tak bagi kan?

I was lucky enough that the monorail was next to empty. My face were red coz I had to take bigger steps just to ensure I catch the latest train. A mat saleh was sitting next to where I was seated, decided to throw him a smile after catching his stares. Although I think it was rude to stare but being a polite Malaysian I yeah..smiled.

He: Retail therapy works all the time huh? *In a sexy british accent he looked at my aussino paperback.
Me: Shopping, my mission in life. Hehe
He: *Laughed

After that, I tried not to notice him anymore even though he was quite prominent. Black suit with yellow tie and piercing blue eyes. Ehe, I just dont want to went overboard entertaining stranger especially those yang accentnye aku susah nak paham. Dahla aku ni pekak sikit and hell..the monorail was making so much noise. The monorail and those people in it

So, when reaching bukit nanas station, I gathered my things and paced up only to find that mat salleh was walking besides me. Yeah, I though he would be stopping there since sultan ismail are full or fancy hotels or..whatever. I realized that he was tall, aku adela paras putting die je. Ceh.

He: We started at the same station and ended at the same station. This is definitely a sign that we are afted to meet each other. Destiny dont you think?
Me: You think so huh?
He: Yes, I do.*twinkling eyes

He told me that hes a consultant for KLIA or something and was staying in one of the suites in concorde.

Me: Any plans for tonight? [Fuck, that was not what I meant to say. I wanted to ask him how did he spent his time here actually]
He: Ahh, interesting question. That depends on what are you doing after this. What is your plan? Where are you heading?
Me: The Renaissance
He: Nice place, maybe we could hang out there and have coffee then.
Me:Haha.. Dun think so. [Apa kau nak mampus?]
He: Ok, what about my place then? My room is really nice and imagine someone treating you like a princess.
Me: Sorry, cant do. I have more important business to do. Anyway nice talking to you
He: Its a waste that you cant come but I really hope to bump into you again. Take care now.

Then we went on separate ways.

So I was thinking, thats how you grab a pair of mat salehs ass. Now thats explain the mystery of Malaysian universe [well, at least to me.hehe]

Kalaulah aku SPG..

Matherfarker.

I wish I didn’t trust you. Cibailah engkau ni.
Dun blame me for hating my own race.

I just lost my words to curse you anymorelah..

If you want to pujuk me,it’s better be good or i’ll sepak your kote so that you can’t mengote anymore.

Tengkiu.

*Breath in, breath out, check the mirror, go.

Curik this from Izan.Hehe.

My ex is someone who I still keep in touch until today. I wish I could hate him but I can’t. I know he is reading this, so hi you!

Maybe I should give up HR and sell nasi lemak. You know , I suck at this job, being nosey and following rules are just not my cup of tea. This months I was late for more than 5 times. Hah!

I love it when that apek called and said “Assalamualaikum” in a perfect way even the fact he is not Malay leave alone Muslim.

I don’t understand how can people keep saying “I love you” when they never love that person at the first place and worst, claiming they do but eventually admitted that they don’t when things get shitty.

I lose my sense of feeling and my trust towards people. I also keep losing my clothes. Can’t seem to blame anyone for both. *Sigh.

People say I am thin but honestly I think I’m fat ok maybe not thaaaat fat but yeah I do have some flab. Which remind me someone is coming home soon and I’m still not looking like Gwen. Fuck!

Love is when you start visualizing someone in white baju melayu and sampin sitting in front of kadi. Haha!

Somewhere, someone is reading this and saying “WTF la with this girl” but yeah, that person will come back for more, tomorrow.

I will always look at the mirror without miss, even it’s a side mirror of someone else’s car. I even check my reflection’s at people’s pc. Shadap.

Forever is not going to happen? Ok, actulally I can’t find anything else to write. Writer’s block.Hahahahahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I never want to dye my hair red again. Did that once, I don’t look chicsinred at all but I look like some perempuan gila with red hair. My guy friends teased me for not paying the water bill that I had to shower with air berkarat. Sheesh.

I think the current US President is not going to give a fuck about what I shall say about him, so why bother.

When I wake up in the morning, I wish I am still in uni so that I could continue sleeping and wake up for shopping spree and parties rather than sluggishly getting ready to work. Malas tau tak, malassssss??

My past was something that I want to forget. Some people use them against me although it doesn’t seem to matter at the beginning.

I get annoyed when people buzz into my personal life. Stop sending me messages and email asking why I didn’t write about my personal life anymore, whether I’m seeing some and with whom shall I go out with tonight. If I want to tell I will but if I don’t, stop being nosey. Mind your own business.

Parties are when my adrenaline being pumped the highest but that depends. Tupperware party does not stimulate adrenaline at all. I hate Tupperware party. I once accompanied my mum and the host made me do chicken dance. Keji!

My dog is only appearing in my dream. Demm!

My cat is good in acting cute yet so manipulative. She would ignore me when I want her the most but when I was on the phone or trying to sleep she will give me her loudest purr and rub her nose to my face.

Kisses are the best when you and him are so in love with each other. When your lips meet his, you will feel your heart is exploding. Fireworks.

Tomorrow, I will be golek-ing on my bed. Golek..golek..ohhhhhhhhhhh bestnye dunia inihhhh

I really want to restyle my hair. Not chopping it short but restyle and yeah, highlight too. I am bored with the way I look now, I look so plain. I should do something about it rather than whine kan?

I have low tolerance for lots of things. One,people who assume they know me when actually they don’t. Some people think by reading this blog they know who is chicsinred is when the truth is I only write less than one third about me. And two, people who never want to understand that I want to do nothing with them .

Yeah, I’m bored to death. Bear with me people.

Have a nice weekend.

Wawa: Kita mana buleh makan kobau!
Me: Heh? Ye ke? Kenapa?
Wawa: Eeee..keturunan kita tak boleh makan kerbaula.
Me: Eh, hari tu akak makan, elok je aku sampai hari ni.
Wawa: Yela bukan semua jenisla,tak boleh makan kerbau balau.Dengan pisang udang sama itu ikan talang
Me: Haaa?

Wawa is my 18 years old cousin, she has the whatever-attitude yet she knew about this stuff. Amazing. Being me, I wanted to know what’s the reason behind rather than follow rules or order blindly. I asked her to tell me more but instead she referred me to our nenek . Well, since nenek were busy entertaining guest as it was the kenduri day I didn’t managed to. So, yesterday feeling bored at work [haha] I called her up.

She was impressed by the fact that her ermm..unpredictable granddaughter called her. Yelah, jangan kata nak call, nak balik kampung pon jarang sekali.

And so the story goes…

Once, there we a farmer family somewhere in Sumatera. They had a daughter who they love so much [ni aku yg tambah.haha]. Their life depends on their wide paddy fields which were located next to their hut. One day, the mother decided to harvest some bananas from their orchard, which was called pisang udang or famously known as pisang merah because of its colour. The mother then, place the banana on top of the kepuk. Kepuk is a lofty urn, made from some weaved leaves which was used to store paddy after being harvested. Being a child, the daughter wanted to the banana, to her the colour red indicated the banana were already ripen and ready to be eaten yet thwarted when the mother told her to wait for few more days. The daughter somehow, couldn’t wait any longer hence when the mother was outside working at the paddy field, she climbed the kepuk trying to reach for the banana but fatefully she fell into the kepuk and slowly buried beneath the paddy. Her scream echoed however sadly no one seemed to hear her cry.

The couple looked near and far for their missing daughter but she was still nowhere to be seen. Now, the father had a kerbau , a white kerbau which is known as kerbau balau which he tied not far from the kepuk. So one day, one his way to feed the kerbau, he saw abu [let's name the kerbau abu, ok] licking something, engrossed. Ah, that was just weird coz there was no source of water nearby. Feeling curious, he tried to find out where did the water come from when eventually he a small stream coming from the kepuk. It shouldn’t be happening, since kepuk and paddy were meant to be dry. As he dig up the paddy from the kepuk, he was devastated to find his precious daughter’s body, motionless with water dripping from her corpse.

Pisang yang jahat

Since that day, he cursed pisang udang and kerbau balau to be eaten by his heirs which is the Minangs. Those who ate shall be doomed.

As for ikan talang, my nenek can’t recall the story but she did mentioned that her eldest sister suffered from some skin disease which is known as sopak after eating some keropok made from ikan talang.

He. I am not a superstitious person but I like what I heard. Perhaps it’s quite difficult to believe but I am sort of amazed by the fact that I belong to some society who live in the boundary of certain rituals and adat.

To me, how modern you are, you root is not supposed to be forgotten. Your root made who you are today. There’s nothing to be ashamed of in accepting you are Minang, Javanese or even Batak. Each and every one of them have their own beautiful culture.

Do you have any pantang larang form your nenek moyang?