when sunburst was cancelled, i witnessed chap suppressed his rage to my thoughts. i would think he would be flattered with my wishes… but as sazali commented, it only heightened his guilty towards what had to happened. i believe it’s good chap’s over-guilty like that.
let’s see how far he would go.
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i educated chap about austen and her description on the accomplished yet idyllic life of the women during that time. reading, painting, embroidery, playing a musical instrument, visits, possible suitors, making five thousand pounds a year for a man at the time is consider a very good catch, gossips (where chap would fits in very comfortably because this is what he likes to do), boating and bathing at the clear water creek, picnics at the open field after a game of cricket… the whole idyllic lifestyle.
bores the pants off him.
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one week ago, in the wee morning hours after L left for work, mum was being kecoh. i thought she was doing her usual Subuh prayers siren so i hastily got up and wrapped myself with towel to go to the bathroom. when i opened the door of my room, the first question mum asked —
“isn’t this luesi? is this her? or is it monti? tapi monti kat situ… ini luesi, kan, kak yong?”
i peered at the half size luesi. yup, half size she is. her small face stares back at me. she looked shrunken but never defeated. i’ve always said she’s a survivor. to think that how this poor little furball is determine to come back home and find her way back. she must be so relieved to smell the familiar scent of us, the porch, the cars, the other group is still around and foremostly, my mother.
we were supposed to drive up to penang at 7am but we postponed it to 9. all of us were in a shocked relief to see luesi’s back and we sooo want to spend time with her. thought of bringing luesi along — though i racked inside my head of preparing her toilet — and mum says that azmee wouldn’t be able to sleep then. we both agree that luesi will be okay at home, she will not be going anywhere else. i would think that luesi is more than legaaa that she’s finally home… tak kuasa nak pergi anywhere else.
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arrived the little flat at kedah road around 3pm, there was an accident at the bridge. there was a volvo xc90 in gold with the plat number PN15. couldn’t help reading it as penis.
mum: megah betul dengan plat number tu.
what with the traffic and cars crowded together at the bottleneck, it’s revolting keep seeing that stupid suv. since i wasn’t driving, i just propped myself at the backseat, replaying superhuman again and again. qieqie would prompt me when american sweetheart is on air. once he got my attention as i unplugged the earphone, he would switched to another radio station.
the three of us wailed off to secondhand serenade’s fall for you as we got through the bridge and speeding off to the komtar area.
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i thought i would be eating a lot in penang. what with i screwed up the diet the whole weekdays with kfc for lunch (twice), and a whole bunch of carbs and fats i devoured. and i made the statement out loud to chap that i don’t take nasi kandar and curry. but i was hella hungry anyways when i arrived and belasah je the kari ikan — just the gravy cause i don‘t like to eat rice just dry like that, ayam goreng, telur dadar and nasi panas. and the cofffeeeesss.
alane, kak lina and afiq was there too.
moi: alane, i forgot the mirrors… but here’s the receipt.
alane: nice try.
najwa left to visit her lecturer and friends at her uni. azmee was doing his thing. qieqie retired to bed — macam lea dia yang driving tadi. the aunts and their brother left the residence for a while to visit their eldest cousins. aunt B was telling me that i could eat anything i want and do as many pots of coffee as i like. she left the house with her signature curse, “pa. nun. ta. ta.”
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the next day, as usual, the visit to sg petani. there were eight of us and conveniently divided to two age groups. the elder ones and the remajas.
najwa: yang remaja semua naik crv!
aunt M (her mother): jangan nak mengada ye. kome naik matrix.
aunt B rolls on the floor laughing.
as we all piled up inside the matrix, azmee driving and qieqie co-pilot, najwa instructed the sunglasses-wearing.
aunt B: tengok tu nab, diorang baru keluar mahkamah syariah (she likes to associate the altantuya sunglasses whenever we put them on).
najwa: hu hu hu… kitorang ni semua kena tinggal dengan laki kami.
aunt B: bukan, kome sebab tak dapat naik crv.
aunt B rolls on the floor road laughing.
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marie antoinette and her powder blue carriage
not that we dreaded it so much about going to sg petani… we just like to do a lot of things when we are in sg petani. instead of heading straight to aunt H’s, we went for a pre-lunch at the metro area nearby village mall. huuu, situ ada starbucks, dowhhh… boleh survive ke? tesco at every corner the way starbucks once were. i should say sg petani is overdosed with hypermarkets, especially tesco. and that is only in one zone of the state.
najwa was craving for mee jawa. qieqie ordered the most decadent thing on the menu. i just must have coffee. with the peanut butter french toast. azmee, surprisingly, only ordered ice lemon tea. he picked up the tab as well.
the aunts immediately ring our cells as we were about to leave. another surprise, sg petani was experiencing rush hour. i guess we forgot that the kedah people start their week on sunday. and then, there were twenty police trucks of FRUs — gorgeous, mostly. of course, najwa and i went hyped but not so hyped for najwa to shot a few pixs as the trucks passed on her side. here we are, in the state of trouble political situations, the one of the many segments in this “theatrical” MPs drama… whateverrr i’m just ignorant like that.
arrived aunt H’s residence. lunch. watched lipstick jungle. afternoon naps. got up, spend the rest of the evening at the compound, chatting with sazali on the phone. went back to the isle. this time we’re riding in the crv.
on the way back, there was a beautiful and complete semi circle of a rainbow. in MM’s words, dua-dua belah menyentuh bumi, with the fantastic landscape of the blue sky, green paddy field and one solitary rumah kampung. gorgeous.
i put on new order’s ceremony. each time this track is played, i would get all festive and celebratory like marie antoinette’s 18th birthday in the film by sofia coppola. hence these particular photos inside the car. i looked at my pictures, and yeah… my eyes vanished when i smile. haha.
as per request by the elders, we tapau 10 bungkus mee udang at sg dua. the seller were generous with the prawns. we bring it back to alane — seems like customary that after sg petani will be a visit to alane’s for dinner. alane ordered 100 cucuk sate. blisss. in the words of my uncle, ” jangan risau tak habis. suraya dengan muqri sorang akan makan 25 cucuk.” yeahhh. that and more. haha.
saw the mirrors were already propped up on the walls of the dining area.
kak lina: punya lea excited kitorang nak pasang, tunggu afiq tido tulu. dia tido je, kami terus buat.
went back to the flat right around almost midnight. full twelve hours spent outside, not a single assignment manageable to be done, haha. after breakfast the next day, a special single mug of nescafe only for moi prepared by aunt B, we jetted off to kj. and what would never be thought of, chap drove right passed moi, doing 180 to 200 on the road. twice.
he was unchaseable. texted to say he’s home just mere minutes after i arrived and he dozed off superultraexhausted. of course, for someone who hates to drive.
until then… viva penang …