Tomorrow or the next day or whenever I feel like it.
I need my dose of gossips from Maria anyway. To stay sane.
Phibun returns after been missing for a couple of days. As soon as I saw him that morning before I went to the bathroom, he was staring at my sleepy face going "Miow", more like, "Hi, mam." and at 9.30 in the morning the whole Jalan Gobek can hear me go, "So you DO know your way home? I thought you're already dead, I nearly made an entry for you in my blog. Where did you go? On a journey to seek a girlfriend waaaay down in Jalan Semerit?"
"Don't be mad at him. He just return." mum screamed from downstairs.
He just looked at me and went, "Hatchum!"
Great. After two days you're back with a flu.
Ungrateful cat. Every time he returns to me, it must be because he was badly injured, or with a flu. So since my cat is having a nose block, it annoyed me to a point where I put a little Tiger Balm on top of his nose. Have you ever seen a
cat in tears? I have. Hahahahaha (don't do this at home. Tiger balms are not for cats, although they are named after a feline creature).
My boss was telling me about grammars and talk about imaginative structures and suffixes, and told me that I must have made a careless mistake because she doesn't believe that I don't know those things. I looked at her, nodding at each and every sentence and think if this is the right time to tell her that I am a follower of the 'If-it-sounds-nice-it-must-be-right' school of thought. I am really bad in grammar. I learn english by ears. And sometimes ears make mistake.
I really need to polish on that before she thinks I'm useless.
Since I did a full week this week (instead of the usual suke2 hati datang hari ape), by Friday my baju kurung dah habis satu pusingan. So I put on my jeans and my Cinnaker shirt (gabungan Cinnamon & Joker, which also sounds like a cussing word), and went to the office. Kak M was like,
"Orang pakai baju kurung hari Jumaat, pakai baju lain hari biasa, awak terbalik pulak."
"Saya dah habis pusingan baju kurung."
"Ini kena masuk kursus etika ni."
Before coming to the office, dad said (with the softest voice I have ever heard) that he's going back to kampung and may need RM30 from me. I ended up giving him RM50. I think I am being psychologically conned by my dad. I mean, he always do this thing where he just want a little, and that I should not give him any money each month because I do not have a stable income. The more he said that, the more I want to show him that I can give any ammount I want and ends up giving him a lot.
So I'm always broke because my dad doesn't want me to be broke.
So, after I gave him RM50, he started being all nice and ask me stuff, like why the hell I am home late today, and by 'I got a lot to do', does it mean 'translations or subtitling'? I was like, dad, I know I gave you RM20 more than you ask, but that is not a payment so you would turn into a good father or something. Let's do the usual where you cuss the car in front and I agree.
And since when did exiting the office at 6pm is considered "Home late"? 7 months ago, I sometimes come home at 11pm and there was no question whatsoever about my well-being.
I am starting to show my dark side at the office and Nana was like, "Oh, sekarang dah pandai ye...."
Yes, I am not nice. I am not diplomatic. I barf, I sing tunelessly, and I am a loyar buruk. I need three months to show that. Give me another three months and I will show you perverseness of mind, sarcasm, the tendency to argue senselessly through an instant messenger, and my knack for cursing.
Which reminds me, once I had a bag migraine, so my mum told me she has this technique of lessening the pain. The technique is to grab a tiny portion of my hair, rub it to my head and SENTAP!
It was extremely painful to the scalp, I accidentally go, "BAAAABIIIIIII" (bearing in mind I never cuss in front of my mum). She was so shocked that instead of scolding me, she laughed hysterically.
So anyway, however, as usual, I have a reason why I am a bit late at warming up to people. That is because it is my weakness, and that of course because I tend to make jokes that strangers don't get. Like, today, in the office when I submit my files to my boss. Five minutes before, she approached me and go, "Look, if you can't finish it by today you can continue on Monday." (because usually I will be home at 3pm, but it's already 6 and I'm still typing away). So as I submit my stuff to her, I jokingly went, "Saya nak baliklah, akak dah halau saya."
And she was like, "Noooo, it's just I thought you couldn't finish it because of that thing yesterday and it's already 6pm so I..." and I feel bad for making her feel bad.
I was just trying to be funny.
Okay, weird funny must come after the sixth month.
Ajik got a place in a university in Terengganu (apekah nama U tu haku pon tatau). This is a sign! I must open a homestay in Terengganu! (Shai and her so-called 'signs')
