I Was Rappin’
Sarah: Mid-life crisis or divorced?
James: … recently separated.
Sarah: I’ve been there. First stage is always the hardest.
James: There’re stages?
Sarah: First stage: wondering if you’re gonna survive. Second stage: wondering if you’re going to spent the rest of your life alone and third stage… wondering why you didn’t get a divorce sooner.
Don’t. Ever. Take advantage of me. I am not that hard up to find a replacement for arwah even though he is that easily replaceable. I am grateful for your kind words, and I would respect you a lot more if you would just leave it at that. Else, fuck off.
I love driving these days. Although I may not be that cekap like the fuckwhoretoy arwah so happily relished of his moments being with her, I do speed. Gradually picking up. Last Friday after work, Mum and I went to Merlimau for her bestfriend’s daughter’s akad nikah since she won’t be able to make it to her wedding during the weekend because she has training at Hyatt. We thought of arriving there before Isya’ and leave at 10pm. We arrived to the house at 10.15pm. I like the house, a lot. I’m good for another trip to go there. We left at 12am, and I have to be mentally prepared to drive home because the highway is dark (thank you so much, G, like you couldn’t afforf to lit the superfuckinghighways) and there were too many trucks and buses travelling as well. Thank goodness I wasn’t sleepy and accompanied with the won over custody baby, Trent (the – harus Sony – MP3 player and additional - harus Sony juga - 200 bucks earphone lovingly bought with all my heart for arwah with my hard-earned bonus money since I couldn’t bear to think that he has to endure the torturing commuter rides twice a day every weekday because he lost his SE cell and that I just know he can’t be without music and that it has to be a Sony and that I could understand and love him still on why he needed that – harus Sony - 200 bucks earphone), I was enjoying the 140kmph slides. Baby steps, okay?
Arrived home at 2am. Terus tido and woke up at 11am. Started up Azureus to continue downloading the remaining episodes of Big Shots. Bathed, breakfast and clearing up the house at 12pm. Cooked lunch at 1.30pm. Lazed around YM-ing, picked up Huda at 5.15pm. Aku sampai jua the forbidden hills of Bukit Jalil, okay, and went back to Kelana Jaya to have the cloth Roha got for us bridesmaids tailored. Can’t help amusing Huda as she tells Roha of my small arguements with the tailor to have the baju to be and must be, ‘terletak’ on moi. Roha’s simple words about the baju is, “Asalkan ketat.”
Olyera was with Roha and it was soooo nice to see her. Why the hell didn’t we take pictures of her and with her? Too bad, it was fun catching up and she is as always, ever the wise and wisdom-y gal pal. Huda suka mengambil kesempatan atas ke-blur-an of Olyera. As much as I was all French throughout the weekend with Huda, the both of us couldn’t beat certain unique pronounciations of Olyera. Hehe, sweetie… you’re the best in your own way! The four of us went for dinner at Mahbub (is this the spelling?) at Bangsar, having to eat such disdained maggi goreng and fries (this much for RM3.50… even Syed pun lebih generous!). Seperti Nizam Nuri yang sedang mencari the best mee goreng mamak, I really want to know where to find the best maggi goreng. Share your findings, please.
On other parallel happenings, Nazirah shared with moi some cool news that she asked me to called her up.
Nazirah: Suessy, I want to tell you something so cool.
Moi: You found me a boyfriend.
Roha: Memang sejak single ni, perangai Suraya makin gersang…
Huda: Olyera, this is the example of gedik. Please observe for more.
The cool stuff is really that supercool. A travelling foreigner from Florida who took a year off to discover the world, landed at the Starbucks where Nazirah worked after spending a month in Bali. He told her he wanted to see everything Malaysian, and took up Nazirah and a few other friends of hers to be his tourist guides. Nazirah had the whole day planned for him already, foremostly avoiding the cliche and typical parts of KL. I’m dying for photos. Babe, update moi!
After the dinner, we got to Roha’s. Fahimi just got there and he was already tuned in to AF. The four of us worked on the 32 centerpieces. Around 11pm, Olyera left for the day since she’s not staying like Huda and I are. Like fifteen minutes later Roha made an announcement that we are leaving for karaoke session. My first. I am so not going to do it again ever. Dah lea the guys (Fahimi’s brother – The Don, babe - and friends joined us at Red Box) pilih lagu jiwa-jiwa… maka jiwa aku pun hanyut dengan the fucked up lyrics and the for-feeding-the-soul-purposes only video clips. Macam sial. Sampai turn aku menyanyi rap, the sympathy feeling from the guys amat jelas terasa that it bounced within the four flowery walls of how poor I sang rapped. That’s it. Never again.
Melalak Stayed at Red Box until 4am and went to Pelita (is it? All mamak seems the same to moi) nearby De Palma Inn for drinks. Sampai rumah sesudah Subuh siap solat berjemaah. Got up at 11am again. Bukak laptop dulu sambung Azureus download, and YM with Nora, Suerie and a few newfound prospects friends. Poor Nora… another Adam bullshitting. This is one of the many differences between us the Eves and the Adams. We know what we want. We want to move on… okay, babe? Yeah, it is easier to be strong for somebody else… it helps me to believe what the girls have been telling moi as I re-tell it to Nora.
Lunch was the BB Nasi Ayam Hainanese (my absolute favourite… thank you lurvbirds!). Hanging around some more, then Huda and I split with Roha and Fahimi as the latter is going to KL for handbag and shoes shopping for the hantaran as mak Fahimi is already bising. Huda and I went to Starbucks for Huda’s cheesecake craving (kembang tekak aku lagi ni wehhh) and I tried that superfamous caramel macchiato, with Nazirah’s instructions on how to drink it echoes inside my head. Sent Huda home and enjoy the driving with Ms Vesper again… and I’m here, blogging.
Also, I discovered Andra & The Backbone courtesy by Najwa. I love Musnah. Literally how I feel. Thank you arwah, breaking up with you makes moi even better. I was at my best with you, imagine how I am now when I say I am even better – I am sure you can do that since you are very good at visualizing things that didn’t happened to you but hey I bet it happened to fuckwhore too but you don’t mind that, don’t you? Have fun with the fuckwhore… while it lasts since age is catching up on you.
I’m missing my Entourage boys… especially darling Ari.
