Friday, 28 September 2012

Cicak: Delayed Reaction

I was in the kitchen, washing up.

Very domestic, I know.

I'd made quite a watery mess on the counter.

: /

Less domestic.

So I grabbed the cloth on the side, to clean up.

And as I did so A HUGE BLACK CICAK came FLYING out of it and onto the floor!!

[it was hiding there. yuks.]

Where it paused. 

Frozen in time.

As did I.

Thinking, I just kinda touched another one… O.o

Then it came to life, scurried across the floor and under a box. 


It's funny how I only managed to make the noise long after the cicak had left my hand-space.


Monday, 24 September 2012

Paralysed Face

Friend: I wanna get my ears pierced again. 

Me: Oh ya? Cool! Lets go. 

Friend: Yesss, tonight? Get yours done too!

Me: …ok!

Friend: Ahh, so exciting! 

Me: I know! But can we go somewhere they have needles? I wanna pierce the top part & it's not good to use the gun for that, right?

Friend: Oh? Why?

Me: Got lots of nerves, they might paralyse my face. 

It's a serious concern. 

I've read the horror stories. 

So we hunted down a reputable looking piercing shop.

RM6 for gun piercing. Including earring. 

RM65 for needle. Excluding earring. 

Me: What? Why?

Piercing Guy: Cos you have to use a new needle. Needles are expensive. It's ok, most people just use the gun. 

Me: Because it's cheap. 

Piercing Guy: …Yeah… 

Cheap does not mean safe. 

But then…rm65 v rm6?

That's a really huge price difference.

Me: Okfine.

Piercing Guy: So who's first?

Friend: You!

Me: Huh? This was your idea!  



Piercing guy draws the placement dot.

Too high.

He draws another. 

Piercing Guy: should get two. 

I look in the mirror.

Me: Oh yaaa...two looks cool...

Friend: What! Don't be crazy.

Me: Why, you're getting two!

Friend: On different ears!

Me: But it looks good, see?

Piercing Guy: Ya it does.

Me: ...Do you get commission?

Piercing Guy: No.

With that cleared up, I decide to try one hole first. 

I sit on the little bench. 


Me: Are you gonna paralyse my face?!

Piercing Guy: No. 

Me: Ok. Have you done this before?!

He goes to load the "gun".

Piercing Guy: Yes. 

Me: Ok. Are you sure? Is this your first time?!

Piercing Guy: =.=  ...Yes.


Ok, I'll stop asking questions.

He turns back to loading the gun.

...and drops the earring packet!!

Me: OMG it IS your first time!!!

Piercing Guy: No, you're making me tense!



Tense piercer not good!

Relax, breathe deeply. 

He shoots. 



Oh man it hurts so bad. 

That's enough.

My friend goes next. 

She delays for several long minutes by making the piercing guy re-draw her dots over and over again.

Then she's done too.

Me: Ok...I'm ready for my next one.


[oh haiiii my ear!]

p.s. my face is officially not paralysed :D

Monday, 17 September 2012

Party Fail

It's my friend's birthday soon & this week I got a happy little Facebook invite to the party. 

Friday night. 


One of my other friends just quit Facebook so I gave her the info and rsvp'd for her.

[so cute]

On Friday she came over, we dressed up in stripes, as requested, and headed over to the party. 

Me: Which floor is it? 4? Or 5?

Friend: Mmm…not sure. 

Ok, we guessed 5 and went up. 

Got out of the lift. 

Looked around. 

Not this one. 

Must be level 4. 

We got to their door.

And were confused. 

Friend: Is this the right house?

Me: It should be...

It looked like their house…but it was dead quiet. 

And there was only one pair of shoes.

Which is very odd for a party that started an hour ago. 

Friend: But they look like her shoes?

Me: And I recognise their door hanging. Then where is everyone?

Friend: Maybe they all went out? Call them?

Me: I don't have his number. 

She called. 

Friend: No answer. 

Me: :S

Friend: :S

Just then we turned to see the party couple in question, walking up behind us. 

They saw stripes.

They saw gift.

Bday Friend 1: It's not today. 

Me: Wha..?

Bday Friend 1: It's on the 28th.

Friend: Mat Salleh!! I don't have Facebook anymore, she told me it was today!

Me: Really? I thought it was today!

Bday Friend 2 whips out his smart phone to show the invite and prove the point. 

Bday Friend 1: See? This coming Friday (28th).

Me: Oh…I just read "this coming Friday" and ignored the date...

In my defence, that is slightly confusing…

Us: Ok bye then, see you in 2 weeks!


Wednesday, 5 September 2012

How Not to Hitch a Ride

I went to Penang with my friend and had to use the bus. 

Which to resident KL-folk sounds beyond awful.

But it was actually a very pleasant experience. 

We merrily hopped on and went halfway across the island, landing at the Spice Garden, for a mere RM3.70.

After a delightfully educational tour and some delicious, mountain-top, sea-view food, we wanted to head back. 

[101, that'll take you there. For real.]

The downside of buses, of course, is that you have to wait for them. 

They're supposed to be every 15 minutes. 

But if you've just missed one, that's quite a long time to sit by the road.

We waited a while. 

Considered walking. 

But it was getting dark and it was a winding, coastal road.

Bad idea. 

So we waited some more. 

We leaned against the road safety barrier. 

Watched monkeys. 

Took photos with excited kids. 

And then spotted an opportunity. 


2 young, mat salleh, traveling boys. 

With a car. 

If anyone's gonna give you a ride, I'd be them. 


Friend: [silently] Are you going that way?

She pointed down the road. 


Unprepared for this decisive action...but cool!

I glanced over to check the response. 

Slightly blank faces...

She boldly continued. 

Pointed at us - then at their car - then down the road. 

With girly, questioning eyes.


And they declined us!

Awkwardly trying not to look, they shook their heads. 


I watched as they drove past, bashful, still shyly shaking their innocent-looking heads and holding up their hands. 

Which struck me as odd.


And my friend had the same, wordless feeling. 

We looked at each other. 


Friend: …Did they think...

Me: ...we're prostitutes?

Friend: Yup. 

Me: Right.


Then the bus came.