I have been away for a very, very long time. Or so I think, if two or so whole weeks is a long time.
KL was alright, shopping was so and so, everything else was pretty much boring. The Cleo Bachelor Party I attended at Maison really did suck no matter how much anyone tells me that I was so lucky to have set eyes on all the Cleo Bachelors (more like boys, no?) Ugh. I did not expect much anyway after throwing on a little beach number on instead of the usual dolling up in heels when I just walked around nicely in my lovely, cheap turquoise sandals. (I think one or more of the girls who were so clean cut in sparkling sequin dresses that night thought I was weird and pretty selekeh) Haha.
The most interesting part though was this random Syrian guy (whom I did not bother to catch names with, what more exchange numbers with) whipped out his phone and started chatting me up as we were using the same Sony Ericsson W960i. He did not even know it was a touch-screen. Maybe he was just drunk or maybe he was just pulling something out of his not-so-deep pockets (after all, if you chat a girl up, you offer her a drink, right? Even if she does not consume alcohol? And he of course did not, maybe I'm just old fashioned like that) I was feeling all awkward and needed an excuse to get out of the convo, thank goodness I was there to only accompany my cousin and she saved me from the wretch! (Nana, if you are reading this - I hope you never bring me to any of your parties ever again be it VIP or not!)
One good thing came up though - I managed to talk to a few of her friends and they were pretty nice. Probably the only highlight of the party for me, see how boring I am? Conversations are the only thing I do best (and also buying Tequila Shots for whoever who needed the little jolt to excite and ignite) I was pretty surprised that some of them were pretty easy going too, I always expect these blank stares from people telling each other how I'm so intimidating and could not strike a convo with me for shit. But this time was different, I should have expected more because Nisa's friends were really nice as well the last time I was around! Lol. Maybe that's how people in bigger cities are? I dont know, you tell me.
Another concern would have to be how people outside of Miri come up to you and ask you for a fag ever so nicely even if they dont know you. There were these two girls, who I suspect to be Westies from their accents (like duh, you dont say) and asked me for a light when I was at Dome. They even sat at my table, uninvited and all, stroke up a conversation with me and started asking me if I was Hindi. Good God, no one knows how hard I laughed inside (I snorted on the outside) cause I was thinking, have they seen Hindi/Bollywood movies ever? Has anyone seen a Hindi with a short, small, stubby snout? OMG. That was hilarious! I even had people asking me if I was Latino or Singaporean. Before the trip, the only concern I had was "I EVER SO HOPE PEOPLE DONT SUSPECT I'M NOT FROM AROUND HERE!" and I even turned on my best West Malaysian lepeh tongue with all the practice I could talking to Ali that way. I failed completely and miserably because they still asked! Next time no more talking to strangers.
People can tell me that no matter how far they chuck me to, I always blend in even if I'm still your stereotypical dark-sort Asian girl. I beg to differ with every being of my heart. I hate it when people wonder where I'm from only to let me know that I look weird and not Malaysian like. So what DO I look like? Malaysians, honestly - I'd rather someone telling me about the weather not knowing what else to say than asking me where I'm from. I'm Malaysian and proud of it, nonetheless. People always have this border between being East Malaysian and West Malaysian where I dont see the difference at all when we are part of Malaysia anyway. I remember a cabbie even asking me if Sarawak was a part of Indonesia. No wonder he resorted to being a cabbie! So silly.
No, I'm not mad or anything, don't tell me to relax or chill. The post was pretty neutral.
On a far brighter note though, I was happy to meet up with family members who hardly come back home and upset I won't be seeing Kaly or Nisa anytime yet. I miss all of them, badly!
I hope they're okay and fine wherever life takes them to (even on those short holiday vacs to Italy or Spain). How I miss them so!
So there you go, a little to and fro.
KL was alright, shopping was so and so, everything else was pretty much boring. The Cleo Bachelor Party I attended at Maison really did suck no matter how much anyone tells me that I was so lucky to have set eyes on all the Cleo Bachelors (more like boys, no?) Ugh. I did not expect much anyway after throwing on a little beach number on instead of the usual dolling up in heels when I just walked around nicely in my lovely, cheap turquoise sandals. (I think one or more of the girls who were so clean cut in sparkling sequin dresses that night thought I was weird and pretty selekeh) Haha.
The most interesting part though was this random Syrian guy (whom I did not bother to catch names with, what more exchange numbers with) whipped out his phone and started chatting me up as we were using the same Sony Ericsson W960i. He did not even know it was a touch-screen. Maybe he was just drunk or maybe he was just pulling something out of his not-so-deep pockets (after all, if you chat a girl up, you offer her a drink, right? Even if she does not consume alcohol? And he of course did not, maybe I'm just old fashioned like that) I was feeling all awkward and needed an excuse to get out of the convo, thank goodness I was there to only accompany my cousin and she saved me from the wretch! (Nana, if you are reading this - I hope you never bring me to any of your parties ever again be it VIP or not!)
One good thing came up though - I managed to talk to a few of her friends and they were pretty nice. Probably the only highlight of the party for me, see how boring I am? Conversations are the only thing I do best (and also buying Tequila Shots for whoever who needed the little jolt to excite and ignite) I was pretty surprised that some of them were pretty easy going too, I always expect these blank stares from people telling each other how I'm so intimidating and could not strike a convo with me for shit. But this time was different, I should have expected more because Nisa's friends were really nice as well the last time I was around! Lol. Maybe that's how people in bigger cities are? I dont know, you tell me.
Another concern would have to be how people outside of Miri come up to you and ask you for a fag ever so nicely even if they dont know you. There were these two girls, who I suspect to be Westies from their accents (like duh, you dont say) and asked me for a light when I was at Dome. They even sat at my table, uninvited and all, stroke up a conversation with me and started asking me if I was Hindi. Good God, no one knows how hard I laughed inside (I snorted on the outside) cause I was thinking, have they seen Hindi/Bollywood movies ever? Has anyone seen a Hindi with a short, small, stubby snout? OMG. That was hilarious! I even had people asking me if I was Latino or Singaporean. Before the trip, the only concern I had was "I EVER SO HOPE PEOPLE DONT SUSPECT I'M NOT FROM AROUND HERE!" and I even turned on my best West Malaysian lepeh tongue with all the practice I could talking to Ali that way. I failed completely and miserably because they still asked! Next time no more talking to strangers.
People can tell me that no matter how far they chuck me to, I always blend in even if I'm still your stereotypical dark-sort Asian girl. I beg to differ with every being of my heart. I hate it when people wonder where I'm from only to let me know that I look weird and not Malaysian like. So what DO I look like? Malaysians, honestly - I'd rather someone telling me about the weather not knowing what else to say than asking me where I'm from. I'm Malaysian and proud of it, nonetheless. People always have this border between being East Malaysian and West Malaysian where I dont see the difference at all when we are part of Malaysia anyway. I remember a cabbie even asking me if Sarawak was a part of Indonesia. No wonder he resorted to being a cabbie! So silly.
No, I'm not mad or anything, don't tell me to relax or chill. The post was pretty neutral.
On a far brighter note though, I was happy to meet up with family members who hardly come back home and upset I won't be seeing Kaly or Nisa anytime yet. I miss all of them, badly!
I hope they're okay and fine wherever life takes them to (even on those short holiday vacs to Italy or Spain). How I miss them so!
So there you go, a little to and fro.
