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July, 2003

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The One Where I Finally Got Together With My Baby

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At 6am on 31 July 2003, I finally managed to be reunited with my baby. Yes – my car. I finally slinked behind the wheels of my beloved and sent my brother off to the commuter station (he had classes at 8am).

I love driving per se – but I love being in control of my own car even more. Even though I did arrive early Wednesday morning, my baby was away in the parking lots of my sister’s office in the heart of Kay Ell.. and since she had no idea I was on this side of the Indian Ocean, how could I have told her to leave the car at home? She only made it back at 10pm at night – way too late for a jaunt anywhere.

Within the hour she was home, we embarked on a fresh set of arguments. Yes, we can’t live without getting on each other’s nerves, thanks for asking. I wanted my car back, she refused to drive the Kancil to work, even though the Kancil is technically hers. After rallying arguments back and forth, and after I used the line ‘Technically the car is mine because I am making payments for it and the JPJ registration is still in my name’ - she probably needed a dose of legal-based arguments to jolt her, being a pelatih-dalam-kamar and all that – she agreed to take the Kancil to work after I took it to a wash and vacuum. Which I duly did, of course.

So now, my baby is back with me. Yes!! I’ve missed driving my trusty steed – I haven’t driven much since I left for the UK, so I’m making up for missed time. Had to drive my dad’s car all of yesterday and today: his is a more superior car, but I inexplicably still miss my own car. Maybe it had to do with the 3 months that the car became home post June 19, 2002.

I haven’t done much yet since I came home. I’m still jetlagged – it’s 2am in the morning and I’m as perky as I usually am at 7pm in the UK. I’ll probably try to get some sleep soon, although this jetlagged version of me is good: at least I get privacy to update the blog. My dad has a department issued laptop now, so I’m using it exlcusively for web surfing – the downside is that the keyboard is quite small and there is no mouse. PC Fair starts Friday – might as well get him an optical one while I’m at it.

So far I have managed to sort out my mobile phone – I am now on the number I’ve been on before I left for the UK, so for those who still have that number, call me if you want to do something. I was meaning to meet Sarini – and anyone else she could gather at short notice – for a quick cuppa this afternoon, but I had to pick my brother up at PWTC and turning back to KLCC at 5pm from the Chow Kit area isn’t the best of ideas. I’ll give things another shot tommorow. Anyone else fancy meeting up? I have to warn you though.. one of my schizophrenic manifestations is terminal shyness. I may just fade into the wallpaper.

I’ll settle my ATM business tommorow. Other than that, I’ve only been out to meals with my friend Fisz – and I brought her along for my face off with Khalil tonight. The only dampener is that while I’m on break, all of my friends are at work. So I don’t get to do much during the day.. The solution? I got Fisz to take Monday off so we can do what we do the most when we’re together – watch movies!!!

The One Where I Finally Show Up

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It was a flight that amazingly felt quite short, under the circumstances, but after 12 hours of being on a 747, I’m home! I am back in town for a while – things to do and some serious relaxing to get down to; but on the whole it’s been something I’ve been looking forward to.

It was majorly a hush-hush thing because it was designed to be a surprise for my siblings and my close friends, one of whom has been endlessly pestering me to come home. Also because I don’t want to spend the whole month that I am back here for entertaining people I’d rather not see. It’s a limited span of time and I want to spend it with some quality relaxing with family and friends, not trying to fake everything for the sake of politeness and end up feeling as if I never had a break at all.

As for updating.. I don’t know how frequent it’ll be. For one, I can only update at night when my baby sister goes to sleep, because, well.. you know what baby sisters are like! Secondly, I can only update when I have some ‘space’ – the blog is still very much a secret from my family; and before someone mentions closed doors and bedrooms – I don’t have one here. I’ve always been nomadic in a sense – boarding school, university, work.. so there has never quite been a room for me in the proper sense. Past midnight is always best – and for a still jetlagged Idlan on UK time, that’s fine tonight. As Malaysian time sets in, probably not so good.

OK.. I hear someone coming down the stairs. I will now post this, and clear my address history :) Espionage was never so much fun!

The One With The Poem

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I found this while searching through the archives of my files that used to be in the My Documents folder of my previous PC.

Can I say.. ermm.. enjoy? (Any suggestions for a title, anyone?)

[Untitled]
I guess now that you’ve seen me
So do you like what you see?
How does it feel to know
That I am not made of steel?

does it hurt you to know
that i am as insecure as you are
does it leave you disillusioned
now that you’ve looked me in the eye?

i don’t make promises i don’t keep
i never meant to make you weep
i never asked you to depend on me
i never wanted you to believe
i never needed you to care

i was never superman
superboy, supergirl, superwoman
i never said i’d save your world

does it scare you too
now that you know i know fear
does it make you hate me
because now you know that i feel

does it tear you apart
to know that i shed tears in the night?
does it make it you question
whatever it was that you saw in me

do you think of regret
do you wish it never happened
now that I’ve laid it all on the line?

12 December 2001