I had two of the worst reasons to wake up for:
1. My handphone seems to be missing for a few days already.
2. I've somehow managed to lose my precious saving accounts book.
If both of these came separately n not all in one shot, I think I still can handle it lah, coz if u dun go 'round searching for sth, it'll turn up by itself. Just dun bother wastin' ur time looking, it's about as pointless as making our beds.
But this time's different. I missed the hp bcoz.... it's a hp, I don't need to tell you why. But my bank book, I needed for it to reappear. I've only got RM11.31 left in my wallet, there's the MNG sale goin' on (!!!!!!!) , I've got classes for the rest of the week, I have a phobia of withdrawing money all alone, n I can't go up Genting with 11 miserable dollars.
I had to find this book out if it takes all of Saturday snooze time (HUGE deal for me, ok?).
So next morning, birds chirping, sun rising, blah blah-- I'll nvr get the morning ppl if it takes my whole life. Made my way downstairs groggily, bags under eyes, drool n hair all over my face, n I mustave looked so fugly that Dad felt the need to roar at me.
"WHY THE HELL DO YOU BLAME YOUR MOTHER WHEN YOU LOST YOUR OWN BANK BOOK YOURSELF?! I TOLD YOU SO!! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO DISORGANIZED?! SIAO CHAR BO, DUN SAY I DIDN'T TEACH U WHEN U GROW UP!!"
ah?
Honestly, if u ask me, I don't know which is worse, losing my hp or my accounts book, but one thing I'm sure of-- knowing that u've lost both was nuf to kill any girl.
It's not the phone that I'm bawling my heart over (Daddy would tho ;) ; it's my precious-- the phonebook itself.. Whatever left of my life over the last two years is compressed into that one tiny SIM card. It felt like losing the past to me. And I can't afford to lose the past.. it's what's sustaining me to go on today.
And my saving accounts book... ouch. There's not alotta money in there, but sure hell felt worse than losing a guy.
So after rummagin every corner of my house, finding all sortsa nonsense like the router n keyboard Dad confiscated a week ago, my old walkman and ancient pictures of Faye n SW on sports day (haha!), there was sadly still no sign of my precious-es.
I gave up searching. Actually, it was coz there was no where else for me to dig. Being still a tad piffed.. who am I kidding-- red to my ears at Dad for screaming at me like that, I turned to my sweet Aunt Janet for sound advice in moment of crisis. She guided me thru the process, asking me to write a letter n call up the Maybank ppl, all which I did n made me feel, well, very mature and independant.
That is, until Dad eavesdropped on my phonecall to aunt.
"WEI?" Familiar, angry man's voice boomed over the line.
"Janet ar? No need to help this kid out la. Nvr listen one, whole life like this. Tell her not to simply throw her stuff everywhere she dowanna listen. Now this happens la! Losing saving account.. serves her every bit right.. no no no, let her lose the money then only she'll learn"
ah?
So predictable lah the stuff he says, n normally I'd be immune to his ranting, but yesterday, it stung badly. What could I say, I stormed upstairs, n the least I could do was not let him see the tears n salvage whatever little is left of my dignity.
'Spite Dad forbidding Aunt Janet to come over, she came over anyway, a simple gesture that got my heart soaring with gratitude for this brave kind woman. On our way to the bank, she unveiled her latest baby to me.
"OMG!!!" I can't believe I was actually holding the SonyEricsson Z800i.
"Yerpz.. Not even in the market yet. 3G, bluetooth, video calls, clips, conference, whatever.. " She smiled. I'd go bonkers n days without sleep for this baby.
"You got no phone rite?" She looked at me thru the mirror. "Use this for today la.."
Hoohoohoohoohoooooo. =) Suddenly losing my phone didn't feel so painful anymore. Suddenly, I felt like calling everyone. That phone felt soooooo damn good in my palm, abit too bulky, but all the same, the thrill of its newness was not lost.
(Forgive this poor dear, it's very very rare for her to touch a good phone. All the years of drooling at those babies on showcases are finally driving her nuts.)
The bank was close by the time I got there, Jesus, it's only 11. But I was too happily distracted with the new gadget in my hand. Even happier that I finally had a reason to call someone with the super chunted sleek baby Z800i. HAHAHa bear with me, darlings, I can hear u squirming in ur seats all the way from here. Thank goodness it's not rlly mine, eh?
Okay, nuf lansiness for a post. I didn't need to call my Aunt. I spotted her walking toward Wisma Consplant. She pretended it was coz she suddenly realized the bank closes early on Sats so she came to get me. Right. Right after I told her the bank was close.
I didn't bother concealing my shock. I screeched n screamed n shrieked when I saw the green of.. yeah u guessed it.. my Kawanku Buku Akaun Simpanan Wadiah!! It was in her car all along, I kept it in the boot for safe-keeping. See Daddy? I'm a responsible individual. I do keep stuff that are important to me away, so well that I even fooled myself.
This is exactly why I like misery more than joy. Things can only get better when u're down. Downhill all the way after happiness. Which means I shud expect the worst today. Had a real good time shoppin' with J n Yeanz earlier, even better readin Yeanz's post n how much she treasures the bonds. J, thank you for that chunted bottle, even tho u rlly didn't have to. Damn touched that u still bother wei, cliche, yeah, but rlly.. u dun know how much this means to me. =)
Yeanz, baby *Hugzz* For rmbing n bothering too.
So, half a year down the drain already, just like that. From Taiwan, to being a promoter, to singlehood, to the scholarships interviews, to clinching a place in ISKL, to Gramps, to Nilai, to LIVERPOOL ACHIEVING KINGS OF EUROPE STATUS =)))), to Shanghai.. and now ISKL beckons. I just still dunno how to break this to Jo.
Sigh. What the heck. Live the moment.
But this time's different. I missed the hp bcoz.... it's a hp, I don't need to tell you why. But my bank book, I needed for it to reappear. I've only got RM11.31 left in my wallet, there's the MNG sale goin' on (!!!!!!!) , I've got classes for the rest of the week, I have a phobia of withdrawing money all alone, n I can't go up Genting with 11 miserable dollars.
I had to find this book out if it takes all of Saturday snooze time (HUGE deal for me, ok?).
So next morning, birds chirping, sun rising, blah blah-- I'll nvr get the morning ppl if it takes my whole life. Made my way downstairs groggily, bags under eyes, drool n hair all over my face, n I mustave looked so fugly that Dad felt the need to roar at me.
"WHY THE HELL DO YOU BLAME YOUR MOTHER WHEN YOU LOST YOUR OWN BANK BOOK YOURSELF?! I TOLD YOU SO!! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO DISORGANIZED?! SIAO CHAR BO, DUN SAY I DIDN'T TEACH U WHEN U GROW UP!!"
ah?
Honestly, if u ask me, I don't know which is worse, losing my hp or my accounts book, but one thing I'm sure of-- knowing that u've lost both was nuf to kill any girl.
It's not the phone that I'm bawling my heart over (Daddy would tho ;) ; it's my precious-- the phonebook itself.. Whatever left of my life over the last two years is compressed into that one tiny SIM card. It felt like losing the past to me. And I can't afford to lose the past.. it's what's sustaining me to go on today.
And my saving accounts book... ouch. There's not alotta money in there, but sure hell felt worse than losing a guy.
So after rummagin every corner of my house, finding all sortsa nonsense like the router n keyboard Dad confiscated a week ago, my old walkman and ancient pictures of Faye n SW on sports day (haha!), there was sadly still no sign of my precious-es.
I gave up searching. Actually, it was coz there was no where else for me to dig. Being still a tad piffed.. who am I kidding-- red to my ears at Dad for screaming at me like that, I turned to my sweet Aunt Janet for sound advice in moment of crisis. She guided me thru the process, asking me to write a letter n call up the Maybank ppl, all which I did n made me feel, well, very mature and independant.
That is, until Dad eavesdropped on my phonecall to aunt.
"WEI?" Familiar, angry man's voice boomed over the line.
"Janet ar? No need to help this kid out la. Nvr listen one, whole life like this. Tell her not to simply throw her stuff everywhere she dowanna listen. Now this happens la! Losing saving account.. serves her every bit right.. no no no, let her lose the money then only she'll learn"
ah?
So predictable lah the stuff he says, n normally I'd be immune to his ranting, but yesterday, it stung badly. What could I say, I stormed upstairs, n the least I could do was not let him see the tears n salvage whatever little is left of my dignity.
'Spite Dad forbidding Aunt Janet to come over, she came over anyway, a simple gesture that got my heart soaring with gratitude for this brave kind woman. On our way to the bank, she unveiled her latest baby to me.
"OMG!!!" I can't believe I was actually holding the SonyEricsson Z800i.
"Yerpz.. Not even in the market yet. 3G, bluetooth, video calls, clips, conference, whatever.. " She smiled. I'd go bonkers n days without sleep for this baby.
"You got no phone rite?" She looked at me thru the mirror. "Use this for today la.."
Hoohoohoohoohoooooo. =) Suddenly losing my phone didn't feel so painful anymore. Suddenly, I felt like calling everyone. That phone felt soooooo damn good in my palm, abit too bulky, but all the same, the thrill of its newness was not lost.
(Forgive this poor dear, it's very very rare for her to touch a good phone. All the years of drooling at those babies on showcases are finally driving her nuts.)
The bank was close by the time I got there, Jesus, it's only 11. But I was too happily distracted with the new gadget in my hand. Even happier that I finally had a reason to call someone with the super chunted sleek baby Z800i. HAHAHa bear with me, darlings, I can hear u squirming in ur seats all the way from here. Thank goodness it's not rlly mine, eh?
Okay, nuf lansiness for a post. I didn't need to call my Aunt. I spotted her walking toward Wisma Consplant. She pretended it was coz she suddenly realized the bank closes early on Sats so she came to get me. Right. Right after I told her the bank was close.
I didn't bother concealing my shock. I screeched n screamed n shrieked when I saw the green of.. yeah u guessed it.. my Kawanku Buku Akaun Simpanan Wadiah!! It was in her car all along, I kept it in the boot for safe-keeping. See Daddy? I'm a responsible individual. I do keep stuff that are important to me away, so well that I even fooled myself.
This is exactly why I like misery more than joy. Things can only get better when u're down. Downhill all the way after happiness. Which means I shud expect the worst today. Had a real good time shoppin' with J n Yeanz earlier, even better readin Yeanz's post n how much she treasures the bonds. J, thank you for that chunted bottle, even tho u rlly didn't have to. Damn touched that u still bother wei, cliche, yeah, but rlly.. u dun know how much this means to me. =)
Yeanz, baby *Hugzz* For rmbing n bothering too.
So, half a year down the drain already, just like that. From Taiwan, to being a promoter, to singlehood, to the scholarships interviews, to clinching a place in ISKL, to Gramps, to Nilai, to LIVERPOOL ACHIEVING KINGS OF EUROPE STATUS =)))), to Shanghai.. and now ISKL beckons. I just still dunno how to break this to Jo.
Sigh. What the heck. Live the moment.