Thursday, July 21, 2016

AWAS.

Note: I'm publishing this post from 2006 (has it really been 10 years?! My gaaad!) again because someone's just asked me about that nasi tomato incident, and this story cracks me up. Good times. Good times. Enjoy!


Why oh why oh why oh why oh why???
WHY AM I SUCH A KLUTZ?!
I'm a frickin natural disaster! I'm like frickin Ugly Betty, or that annoying Susan Mayer from Desperate Housewives! I should be walking with a flashing neon sign on my forehead, reading 'WARNING: AISYA SEDANG BERGERAK'.
I can't go out without tripping at least once a day.
I can't eat a meal without dropping sauce all down my front or sending cutlery soaring through the air.
I can't even chew food without accidentally biting the inside of my lower lip and causing an ulcer!
I'm a hazard.
Today, I spent the first half of the day at a little get-together with old friends from my St John's era at St John's (forgive my bad writing. I'm listening to really loud music to drown my sorrows, and I can't write proper when I'm listening to music...). We spent a few hours laughing and chatting and eating, and when everyone had left, there was still some packets of food left. So one of the teachers insisted that I take one home.
So I took it. I took the nasi tomato, which was put into one of those evil white unbiodegradeable polystyrene packets. The teacher took the plastic bag that it was originally placed in because another student needed it.
So I went home with Ashli on the usual U82 bus, which was unusually crowded. All the seats were taken, so I had to stand up. The People Who Did Not Get Up To Offer Me Their Seat (PWDNGUTOMTS) made a big mistake then and there by not offering me their seats!
So there I was, standing in the bus, trying to balance as the thing moved. It was tough - I was holding the pole in one hand, and a heavy file with the polystyrene packet on top in the other. I was stumbling about everywhere, and the PWDNGUTOMTS should've seen that as a warning to get up and offer me their seats!
But NO, no one took heed. It was only a matter of time before I screwed up.
I had reached my stop at Pusat Bandar Damansara when suddenly the bus halted abruptly.
And that's when it happened.
The polystyerene packet opened, and rice flew everywhere. EVERYWHERE.


I watched in absolute horror as the little grains of rice soared through the air in slow motion, amidst gasps coming from other passengers. And it all landed on a poor unsuspecting school kid. The chicken ended up hitting a poor old man's knee before finding its way under the seat of someone who looked quite dangerous.

(above: A klutz in action)
I began apologising like crazy once everything had returned to normal speed. The poor unsuspecting kid looked rather dazed as I handed him a tissue while muttering 'I'm so sorry' to him about a million times. The rice had landed all over his front and had managed to creep into his bag, and there were a few grains in his hair that Ashli picked out. Some nice lady offered me a plastic bag, and I thanked her profusely for her kindness.
I never did make it to Pusat Bandar Damansara. I decided to stay in the bus to help the poor kid clean himself up. When that was done, I got out near Eastin Hotel because I couldn't stand the shame.
I made my way over to the nearest petrol station to buy myself two bottles of Pepsi to drown my mortification and some green tea for Ashli.
Then we caught another bus, which thankfully had a few empty seats for me sit on and not cause any more danger.
Why do these things happen to me?
I guess I'm just uniquely coordinated. Or, to put it simply, I'm just a darn clumsy bumbling muppet.
Lots of love spread clumsily over the keyboard,
from Me.
ps: Thank you, Saraa, for making me feel a trillion times better, and thanks, Ashli, for not making feel like a complete fool! :)

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

Where Am I? What Is This Place?

Hello?

Is anybody in here?

Wow. I haven't come here in years!

I shan't get too comfy, though. I only came here to pack all my things and to tell whoever's still here that I've permanently moved to a new address.




Although... While I'm here, I might as well linger a tiny bit longer with anyone who might still be lurking in this dusty ol' place.

Let's chat. I'd make you some tea, but I'm afraid my tea set's already been sent over to my new place... No, seriously. If you've been there, you'd know. There is just so much tea there. And coffee. Yes, I've been drinking coffee again. Because YOLO.

*looks around the space, reminiscing about all the good times and all the bitter times. Wipes tears.*

I grew up here.

I must say, though, that I grew up a whole lot more since my last post on this blog. I never meant to stop writing so abruptly, but I guess this Jot Book just ran out of pages. I had to move on.


I've done a lot of moving on.



Thanks for subscribing to this blog and for following me, dear readers. It was fun exchanging ideas and opinions in the comments pages and making new friends over these silly posts.

You're always welcome to my new place, of course. I'd be able to serve you tea there. Or coffee. I might not be as talkative there because I've mellowed out a bit in my old age (:P), but there's art and music and literature and pretty things and the odd rant every now and again.Come! It'll be fun.


Send me a message via facebook and I'll give you the directions to my new place.  


Lots of love and cookies (if I had any. All the cookies are at my new place!)

from Me.