Interesting days ahead!

I have had a couple of interesting days lately. I don’t know if they are fit to be on the pantheon of interesting moment’s hall of fame but they were interesting enough for me. I had a berbuka puasa with students and colleagues a couple days back. It was two separate occasions happening on the same day. I felt importantJ Anyway, the one with the students went well and the staff too. After that, I had an emotional romping session and I cried. So what’s new? After the crying, I had an engaging discussion about the future of the country. I know! Eclectic indeed! Before going home, I bumped into Chris and Zoey. They were cleaning Zoey’s office as they are relocating to the UK. We talked and I realized that I had no make up on and my tear-stricken face coupled with swollen eyes must not be very appealing at all. But I thought to myself, it was almost 11pm and who cares! On the way home, I had to stopped at the mamak stalls because Hannah called and said she’s hungry. I bought her, her favourite dish and rice, the cashier made small talk asking about Hannah and al. He’s nice to Hannah. Whenever we go there to eat, he never fails to give her sweets. That’s why all her teeth are falling off one by one now!Kidding!. When I arrived at the stalls, there were a lot of people there having supper and mostly men. It made me feel a bit uneasy because I felt bare. But I brace through it. As I was leaving the stalls, a guy stopped me on my tracks when he said “only takeaways?” . It sounded much better after translating it in English. It sounded corny in malay. I stopped and looked and I realized that I don’t know him. He was looking at me and smiling. I smiled and shrugged and left. It was weird encountering such moments especially after a long emotional day and in the wee hours nearing midnight. Maybe people are much more friendlier during ramadhan?Nah! Anyway, yesterday I went lingerie shopping with H. No..not for me. After seven years of marriage, we feel that there are more important things to spend a couple of hundred on. I have 2-3 nice lingerie that I have only worn 3-4 times in the duration of our seven years of marriage. Don’t really need to. H gets turn on by just looking at me- fully clothed! Hehe…time is always the challenge though. Ok! We went lingerie shopping last night for Annie. She got married recently and it was so sudden that none of us was able to attend the ceremony. So I thought lingerie would be a nice gift. As we were looking, I saw one and took it off the rack and showed it to H and asked “ Ok yang, would you be turned on if I wear this?” H blinked a couple of times and then looked left and right before whispering “are you serious?” (I caught a hint of excitement in his voice). Then I said” no…no… this is for Annie not for me but I need a guy’s opinion”. Then I laughed out loud. He paused for a few seconds before joining me. So we bought the lingerie and left.
My final interesting moment would be when we visited the newly opened Tesco at our new house. Yeah..we are moving soon! The anxiety is freaking me out! We were planning to buy something for our berbuka but then we couldn’t decide on what to eat. Finally we settled on a new restaurant that serves nyonya and thai food. The owner has displayed a menu at the entrance and he approached us as we were looking and said “ you can tapau for your berbuka puasa”. I was a little shocked! It has taken a Chinese to identify me as a malay.Or H for that matter because he looks like a Chinese taiko. Once during puasa month we were offered to sample some food the outlet was selling. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, H took us to watch Walle and I couldn’t fast that day. I ordered food at the movie counter and the malay girl didn’t even blink an eye at me. She was recommending me more food and they serve hot food that you can eat while watching the movie. All you need to do is pay and give them your seat number and they will deliver your food to you. Cool eh! Ok..back to the story. On many occasions, I can eat in public during fasting month and people won’t stop and stare. On all occasions, the Malays will always identify me as an Indian and for those who hardly speak English would try their level best to speak the language when talking to me. So when that Chinese uncle acknowledged that, we knew we have made the right decision. The food was good and reasonably priced.
Those moments were interesting and made me stopped for a few brief moments to think. Interesting to me, they were (Yoda’s leftovers). I know that my days ahead will be interesting too. Alright…back to work now. I have been using enough tax payers’ money unnecessarily already. Adios! And Selamat Hari Raya everyone! Be safe and enjoy your holidays!

Living in the moment

Hi! I know I haven’t written in awhile. Been doing a lot of soul searching lately. What prompted me to write today is because I got a shocking phone call this morning from Alex about Jonah’s accident. The first thing Alex asked me was whether I had my hands-free device on. I was stopping at a red light and I quickly put my hands-free on. After that phone call, I continued driving to work, a little slower than usual. I had run many red lights before and later I found out, that was the cause of the accident. No..not Jonah, she’s a careful driver. Some hormone driven teenager with a kamikaze spirit who thought she could get away unscathed. Well she did but at someone else’s expense. Hmm..an eye opener for me. I told Alex, we have had many challenges this Ramadhan. There was a pause after that statement and then following by the cracking of laughter. We are a zany bunch. I haven’t been spending time with them lately. I was caught up with my old gloomy self. I have crawled out of the ditch, scathed and bruised mentally. I am broken and there are a lot of duck tapes plastered on my soul, mind and heart. I hate crying but I can’t help it in most instances. I’m done crying for now. Oh well no promises but at this point in time, the urge is not there. I’m going to start living in the moment. I’m collecting back my positive aura. I was clouded by too much negative aura the last couple of months and the peak of it was last Sunday. Now I’m on the mode to recovery. I am patching things up internally literally and figuratively. I need to be happy and leave the rest to GOD. It’s Ramadhan, the dark clouds have tainted my always magical and peaceful Ramadhan. When I was a child I love Raya and Ramadhan was a chore for me. It thrilled me to be playing fire crackers with the boys. I love watching mom and helping her makes kuih makmur-her specialty. And of course the green packs would make any child’s eyes twirl with joy. The significant milestone came when I was enduring my difficult and rebellious teenage years. That was when I started becoming a fan of Ramadhan. It’s the anticipation and the foreplay that excites me and of course the orgasm is great and all but it’ll last only the first half of the morning. Not the actual orgasm but the Raya mood that I’m comparing with reaching orgasm. Gosh! Very complex indeed!. I know, I’m curse for life for describing the holiest month of all with sexually connotes terms. But I think God has a sense of humor and knows that I mean well. Seriously! I do. I love this month, there’s always something magical and whimsical about it. It has always been magical to me. Back when I was in the two-bedroom quarters in Glugor. The atmosphere was always different during Ramadhan. I don’t know how to explain it but it’s more special. It puts a smile in my heart and invites all the positive vibes in me. Everyone is happier and nicer. Maybe it’s psychological but I noticed all this as I was growing up and hitherto, the feelings stay the same. My saddest moments would be the last hour of Ramadhan. The calling for Subuh Prayer the morning of Eid would be the most heart wrenching one. Yeah.. we have established with facts that I am weird and a little koo koo. So no point of going there again. The past two weeks of Ramadhan has been lackluster for me. I was too caught up in the rat race with myself (I know!) and I let the gloomy clouds engulfed me. That has prevented me from enjoying the true magic of Ramadhan. I’m glad that I’m out of the slump. Now I can enjoy the remaining half of Ramadhan. I am living in the moment. Living this day and month well with passion! Living in the moment. A forgotten revived mantra of mine! So..what are we waiting for…let’s start living in the moment!