some thought 11.9.10

Today was a busy day. My relatives dropped by from Penang to visit. So, I spared my day just in case I need to go anywhere. Apparently, they wanted to go to Red House in this hot sunny burning afternoon. So, I dint follow.

Instead, I went to visit Puan Nurul, my BM teacher. Well, I hadn’t been there for more than a year. Initially, I dint planned to pay her a visit, because mum was nagging that girls should stay at home. But, since mum was too busy worrying about her sofa sets and toilet bowls, I managed to slip out. I gave ET a sms, and off I go.

Puan Nurul looked the same to me, but she had thinned down of course. The amazing thing was, she still remembered that I came back from Indonesia, and she remembered that I dint visit her last year. LOL. Okay… her memory wasn’t that bad. I met a few old friends too. Ah Theng, Tze Yin, Onn Wah, Alistair, Tiw, Brendon, feiying, jeff. I guess that is what a teacher hoped to see, a house full of students from everywhere, as noisy as ever. But, Pn Nurul said, she wished that students dint recognize her, especially when she was delivering a baby and the doctor was her students. LOL. It is really not easy to find teacher you can “tembak” and gossips about other teacher though, but here it is, one in front of me. Oh, I meet Mr Tay at Pn Nurul’s house too.

I went back in the evening to join my family’s dinner. My mum doesn’t consider my dad’s sibling her family. So, we had a little quarrel in the car. Pretty obvious that I don’t quite agree with what she said.

At night, we went to Jonker Street. It was extremely crowded that night. And guess what, yy and Kean seng were in Jonker the same day, but we dint meet each other. LOL. Malacca is one BIG place, you know! Although all the shops sell the same thing every day, it is still soooo crowded. No idea why. So basically, I can only see people’s head and smells their armpits. Gosh. The next thing I know, I am on the way back home.

My relatives from Penang, they were a bit, shall I say, scared of Indonesia. In their mind, Indonesia is one scary place where the moment you step down, people use guns to shoot you down. LOL. Chill lar. I dint even lose my arms.

My mum was a bit reluctant to talk to them. And all she ever said was, they smell like Minyak Kapak, they dirty her toilet and her beds etc. Ya, couldn’t blame her, she is always like that. I was quite angry that she criticized me in front of my relatives. Goodness. I just let her talk. Apparently she seems to increase in capacity. Sometimes I felt like singing the song “Because of You” from Kelly Clarkson. Nah, I guess it would be hard for us to find our respective partners because of her critism nature. Ya ya. I know. Just let her talk right. I don't want to be a bad daughter you know, but sometimes you just feel like ignoring all her unreasonable nagging, unforgiving hatred, and uncivilised critism. Argh! Whatever. Just consider me disobedient if you like to.

And today is September 11. Rest In Peace.