I could say I’ve been super busy as that sounds like a perfectly good excuse not to blog..however, that’s not going to wash is it? There are many others busier than I am and they could still make 10 more entries than I have.
Anyway.. with so many things going through my head, I can’t help but realise there were a few events that’s forever recurring in my head. Here’s a few of them.. out of thousands that are taking residence in my membrane…or what’s left of it…
My secondary school mate..whom the tuckshop aunty mistaken us for sisters.. (not sure how cause I was mad and she was down to earth)
Fariza came up to me one day between lessons and asks..
‘So..do you like your name?’
‘Er yes why not?’
‘Oh okay..in that case,. I like mine as well’
*the rest of our classmates, myself included gave the most incredulous look – _- *
Scene: Watching tv with hubby one night and something struck me and I asked him..
‘What is half of one stone!!?’ <–yes exclaimanation mark there to show the shock..
‘Half a stone?’
‘Oh.. yeah okay’
Until today, he has not let that one go..
Scene: Art class..senior year..
My classmates and I were busy drawing..sketching amidst the music blaring through our earphone (it was cool to have one earphone in and the other ear to listen to whatever else was going on and munching on chicken nuggets that we hid in our pockets..topics such as bgr naturally came up..
My art teacher then joined in the conversation and all of a sudden she went
‘I think Yasmin would be the first among you guys to get married’
Oh we laughed. I kindly informed her that she got that all wrong.
I was wrong.
P.s: I hope she’s doing well.. I miss her since she moved to the US. It would be great to catch up since I am now just across the pond from where she is.
Baizurah and I were sisters from another mother. We got on so well from when we first met. Knowing that I was a bimbo made a great ice breaker. I suppose the atmosphere where we first got to know each other made it all the most easier. Here’s one of the convo that always pop in my head..
Scene: somewhere in town..
Me: Oh yeah by the way, I am going to London end of this month.
Bai: Oh okay.
Me: Yeah so I will probably see you next Eid or something.
Me: Oh did I not mention that I am moving there to work?
Bai: Bitch! You didn’t mention anything of sorts! And I know this 2 weeks before you’re due to leave!!?
Me: Hmm.. I thought I did..heheeeh..
Now you see why I am the Bimbo?
Bless her.. I am surprised she’s yet to get grey hair since knowing me… or have you now? lol
Rewind all the way to when I was 5. My brother was getting ready to go to school one afternoon. As a 5 year full of self-importance, I too put on my socks seeing my brother was doing just that.
‘Abang (Big brother).. which one is the left sock and which one is the right sock?’
‘There is no left or right for socks.’
‘Cause that’s just the way it is. Do you want me to help or mum?’
‘There should be a left and a right’ I insisted..
‘No there isn’t’
‘You’re not very clever are you?’
My brother looked up dumb founded.. haha!
Another time when I was 4 ( Yes I remember alot of my childhood days)
Scene: Early morning during sahur.
I woke up amidst all the clutter that was going on at 4 am in the morning. I walked to the entrance of the kitchen and stood there.
‘Oh morning, you’e awake?’ asked my mum.
‘I cannot believe you didn’t wake me up. I want to fast!’
‘But you never fasted plus, you’re a bit young to start.’ said my mum.
‘Yes well.. that won’t sound really good when you explain to god why your daughter is not fasting is it?’
Suffice to say, my mum took my favourite plate out and prepared my food for sahur.
Later on, I woke up around 10 to have my breakfast
There were alot more that pops in my head from time to time… I will update them as when