Sunday, November 19, 2006
i'd love an angel
"BOYYY!!"
Recently, my skin crawl everytime my mom screams my name. U see, she's making pineapple tarts, so she skins the pineapple, the maid chops it.. and i got forced to STIR. and to make pineapple PASTE, u hafta stir until theres little water content it the i-dun-fucking-know-y-ure-so-juicy pineapple. so yes, i was chatting happily in my room before i got called to be mr 'GU LAT'.(cow strength)
So mom got a call, and i was left there alone with the maid. She's stirring her little pot jus beside me. Then i realised, for the past year, i have never really talked to her properly except asking her to make coffee for me.
During MST, i watched 'art of the devil 1 and 2' at shahs crib. With his mom. Then if my results suck, u know wad i've been doing at my friend's house already dont u.
hahahaa.
(the following conversation might not be totally accurate becos we're conversing in malay, and this is wad i understood)
I asked the maid then, in her kampong, whether there's such magic, or ghost.
Like all maids, they told me about their stories and i got abit freaked out.
I mean, who knows, maybe i step on her toe one fine day, Or she got sick of making coffee for me. She take my hair from the toliet, DL my picture from friendster. Then send back to some bomoh in Indonesia to curse me!
Boohoos!
So i exchanged some chinese stories that i feel i myself, dont believe much as well. U know, in chinese kampongs, BOYS are the love. They are considerablely much wanted then the girls. And parents will do everything in their command to prevent the ghosts from irritating them. Some of the methods are making the boys have girly name like ah mooi. HAHA, and make wear golden earrings.
They are to wear multiple vest or shirts that make them look like a little lady as well but is allowed to run bare bottomed showing their little elephants to the world!
I mean, the stupidity of fiends who could be deceived into believing the child is a female when there is explict proof to the contrary. But the old people trust in those kinda methods.
Then her part of the story was, she saw this ghost, in her training center, a woman long hair, no spine, and there's blood flowing from her eyes. 'mate darah'
She nearly fainted, then her friend rushed to her, asked in consternation, and her sobs and cries gathered into a paroxysm that shook her slight frame after the period of shock.
Jus then, she got excited. Maybe she haven got a conversation with me in a long time. So she started telling me about her family, her brother, sister and everything. at that very moment, i wished i haven started telling her about anything from the beginning. Really. I wanted to ask her to shut up cos im getting bored of her story. Plus stirring the pineapple made me sweat and pretty pissed off. Plus, i swore she never brush her teeth. COS HER BREATH STINK.
I was brain killing her. I stopped talking for very long but she jus kept on going! In my sophisticated brains, i got a durain in hand, and hurled it on her head, making it stuck there. Then another durain appear in my left hand. i made a might swing, thus disembowelling her!! HAHAHAHA! *WIN*
Anyway, inbtw her conversation. I heard something about moles. Did any of u know i have moles while i was young? i got this huge mole under my eye and my uncle say its of bad luck. So i had it removed. lols.
My distant auntie in Malaysia, had this LARGE, black and grotesque mole in the middle of her nose and her eyes. When i was young, i used to think i could jus raise my hands and help her do the favour of twisting it off. But as i grow older and my fruitless attempt in making it drop, i gave up hope of it falling off by itself as well.
Soon, hardships and privations she was subjected to convinced me into trusting, that it was the saddest thing that could happen to her.
hahah! thats all for today.
Loveeeeees.
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