Bloganuary writing prompt

What is the greatest gift someone could give you?

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I loved birthdays but then hated them because they reminded me of those I loved and lost. It is weird, isn’t it? But this entry is not about losing those I love and hating birthdays because they remind me of them.

But the greatest gift I received from anyone was in 1998, my 14th birthday. I remember that day clearly and where I got the birthday gift. I was on my way out of the neighbouring class when a girl named Noraishah came after me. Before that day, she and I would only smile at each other in class, but on that day, she came after me with a box of chocolates. When she handed me the chocolates, and believe me, I was baffled when she did; she asked me if it was my birthday and I said yes to her. She said happy birthday to me, gave me the chocolates and returned to her classroom.

We have been friends since then. The chocolates were not the most incredible gift she had ever given me, but it was her friendship.

Seriously?

Bloganuary writing prompt

If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?

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If I could make my pet understand one thing, what would it be?

I believe they DO understand, but they REFUSE to understand because cats are… well, what’s that word? Assholes that way. But I love cats no less.

I wish I COULD UNDERSTAND THEM INSTEAD. Kirby meows at me like the world was falling down and when I give him his food, he IGNORES it completely despite coming to his bowl as if he was expecting food.

Between Kirby and Sassy, Sassy is easier to read. Kirby is an interesting cat. Half the time, he behaves as if he was starved to death but he comes to you and make biscuits. At one point of his life, he hissed at my husband as if my husband was a threat to him. Now, they are the best of friends.

WHAT DO YOU WANT, CATS??????????????????

Oh Lord, Help

MOOD: Uncertain
CURRENT MUSIC: METAL KINGDOM (BABYMETAL)
WEATHER: Cloudy
LOCATION: Kuching

Remember how I mentioned about trying to blog even more? I just feel that I might have to take it back. I will blog when necessary. Life is about to make a drastic change. I am also starting my 4-month internship with a local newspaper in my hometown.

But I must say this: with the storm coming for me and my family, people who didn’t even bother about my existence in the past will say, “She is my best friend.” Let me say it here: I only have TWO best friends: one in Heaven and one in Kuching. Those I am often seen with are really good friends or family (by blood or those who have been by my side in times of need). I don’t hang out with people as much as people will claim. My circle is TINY. I do not really believe in a big circle because I am afraid of being backstabbed again.

So, there it is. I will still be diplomatic and civil but I will be hypocritical. I cannot be nice to certain people but due to the situation I am in, I have to, against my will.

[UNFILTERED] Stuff.

MOOD: Tired, Infuriated
CURRENT MUSIC: Sherlock Opening Title
WEATHER: Cloudy and Drizzling
LOCATION: Kuching

Sadly, people find it difficult to say thank you personally to someone who is good to them. This happened yesterday, and I thought about it all day, and now, here I am writing about it. I admit, I was rude to the person who said thank you to me but I HAVE my reasons and I hope you see it from my point of view.

So, yesterday, my Dad and (step)Mum went for breakfast at a well-known beef noodle shop in Kuching, and my Dad tends to pay for everybody having breakfast there. So happened, one of those people who went for breakfast there was a relative. I will be brutally frank; I do not like this family. They are only related because my maternal grandmother’s sister adopted the woman, who was NOT the most affable adopted daughter to my grandaunt. NOTE: her daughter has slandered me, too, and I don’t forgive people who slander me.

Anyway, I was tasked with making the payment at the counter, and her daughter-in-law was waiting for the cashier to finish calculating while I was there. So, the cashier noticed the girl there and told her that my Dad had paid for their table. I saw the woman (I refuse to call her AUNTY, by the way) walking towards her daughter-in-law, asking if she had paid, so the cashier overheard and said that it was my Dad who had paid for them. Then, the woman approached me and said, “Oh, say thank you to your Dad, J.” I got annoyed because WHY DID SHE TELL ME TO CONVEY HER THANK YOU TO MY DAD WHEN SHE WAS CAPABLE OF DOING IT HERSELF? And she was going to walk by my Dad’s table anyway! So, I shot back, “Tell him that yourself!” And in Sarawakian Malay, it sounded rough, and I gave her my back when I said it. I REFUSED to look at her face because I could not stand the females of that family.

This is what pissed me off. BEHIND ME, she said, “But I am too lazy to go back there.” If I were younger and more hotblooded, I would have struck her. My hand would have gone flying towards her face. But I am older now; I had to keep my cool, although deep down, I was fuming. But those words went through my head yesterday, and the thought annoyed me so badly. When they first walked in, they came from the back, and to get back to your car, I am pretty sure you will have to walk through the back way, right? WHAT IS THE FUCKING LOGIC IN THE WHOLE, “I AM TOO LAZY TO GO BACK THERE”? YOU WILL walk by my Dad’s table, STOP BY and say thank you INSTEAD OF ASKING SOMEONE TO DELIVER YOUR THANKS!

Why? Why is it so difficult for you to go to a person to say thank you? It still boggles my mind! I do not mind being called rude for how I responded to her, but it is my Dad you are talking about. My Dad who overlooks your flaws and your lousy behaviour; my Dad who sees the good in the way you mistreated HIS Aunty up until the day she died. That is how you repay him? What a fucking lowlife you are.

I hate people like that. The situation would have been different if my Dad was no longer sitting at the table. I would have accepted it, and tell her – despite not liking her, “Okay, I will tell him you said thanks…” BUT MY DAD WAS STILL SITTING DOWN THERE.

Ugh, I should stop before I piss myself off even more.

DISGUSTING

MOOD: Disgusted
CURRENT MUSIC: Werewolf (Motionless in White) – I LOVE THIS SONG
WEATHER: According to Carrot, it is raining, but there is no rain
LOCATION: Kuching

I went to Vivacity Mall in my hometown tonight for dinner. I despair for women nowadays. I hope the disgusting sow who went in was not a gorgeous looking thing. READ ON.

I AM NOT SORRY FOR CALLING THE PERSON A SOW BECAUSE THE BEHAVIOUR IS DISGUSTING.

After dinner, my sister, husband and me went to the supermarket to get some things. Before we went down to the Lower Ground to where the supermarket was, I wanted to go to the toilet on the same floor as the restaurant we were at. UNFORTUNATELY FOR ME…

Yes, there was some upgrading work. So, I thought, “It is okay. I can use the toilet near the supermarket. Yay, me!” So, I went down and got into the toilet, feeling relieved because there were few people there. So, I saw one unoccupied cubicle, so I made a beeline. What I saw made me sick. I am going to try to be as graphic as possible.

The cubicle was relatively dry, but the toilet seat was covered in shit. Not the lumpy kind. It was the diarrhoea kind. The thought of it is making me sick. It was like the person went in; before she could pull her panties down, she had shat on the toilet seat, which dripped onto the side of the toilet seat. The first thing that came out of my mouth when I saw it was “FUCK!” as I retched and slammed the door shut. Two other ladies were there, and they looked surprised to see me getting annoyed. So, one of the ladies asked me what happened, and I told her someone shat and left it all over the toilet seat; and it made me sick as the behaviour was disgusting. She did not believe me and went to take a peek and realised what I meant.

There was also a vacant cubicle next to it, but the toilet seat looked spoilt, so that pissed me off. So, I told the lady that I was willing to hold in my pee because I felt disgusted at how women nowadays behave in a public toilet.

Ugh.

I better stop before I vomit my dinner out just thinking about it.

Well, Now.

MOOD: Sleepy (which I am always is anyway)
CURRENT MUSIC: Satisfied (Renée Elise Goldsberry & the Original Cast of Hamilton)
WEATHER: According to Carrot, it is cloudy with rain warning
LOCATION: Kuching

Oops, I disappeared again. I have been busy, I promise, but I think 2024 will be even busier. If I don’t die a natural death, I might die of stress.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, by the way!

ANYWAYS, I ended 2023 with a “bing bang bing bang boom” (imagine Franz Liebkind in The Producers saying it – the Will Ferrel one). I went to London. Actually, I went back to London. The last time I went to London was in 2018, and we were supposed to go in 2020, but COVID happened, along with many other things, so we never went back.

In 2018, I went with my family and, more importantly, with my late Mum. In 2023, I went with my husband and younger sister’s family. It was pleasant, but every familiar turn was a sad one. My sister and I did a lot of reminiscing, and I noticed there were more Paddington and Peter Rabbit stuff this time – both of which my Mum loved.

This trip was also enjoyable. We stayed in an Airbnb with FOUR BEDROOMS, but two rooms were being used because my sister thought my Dad and step-mum would stay with us! Wait, I never told you about my Dad remarrying? Well, that happened at the end of 2022, and I will tell that story in another post because I never thought it would be filled with many pleasant things! 🙂

Quite honestly, this trip was enjoyable… But it was exhausting. We walked more than we expected. We also went all the way to Bath, which was lovely, by the way. But I did the two things I had wanted to do;

1. Watch Hamilton
2. Go to another Van Gogh Exhibition

Both things had a funny story. When I told my sister I wanted to watch Hamilton, my husband was unsure if he liked the idea but went anyway to keep me happy. After the show, he openly admitted that he loved the show. He told my sister and me he wanted to watch another musical, which we did not. So, I told him, let’s keep another musical for the next time we hit London.

As for the Van Gogh Exhibition, I booked tickets without him knowing because my sister went to meet up with an ex-schoolmate. When I eventually told him we were going to Van Gogh: The Immersive Experience, he said, “You do know that I don’t really like that kind of thing. Why waste your money?” So, I assured him that it would be fun. He took my word for it and went along anyway. By the time we got there, we were drenched from the rain (yes, it was raining the whole time we were there – after Baby went back to her Dad’s village in Nottingham; my brother-in-law is British, by the way). When we got there, he looked more fascinated than me. I was emotional because I loved Vincent van Gogh’s artwork and knew his story. To let you know, I have been to the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam and the Van Gogh Experience in KL. By the end of the visit, he turned to me and said he saw many paintings he liked and felt sad for Vincent van Gogh.

I felt proud of myself and of my husband. I made him realise that there is more to life than work and his interests. He also expressed that he understood why I liked what I liked. During this trip, he said he understood why my MUST GO in London is Forbidden Planet!

It was fun, I must say. And now, we are looking forward to another trip my Dad had mentioned when we arrived Kuala Lumpur.

Okay, I think I am running out of writing juice. I will stop here. When I remember, I will talk about my Dad remarrying and how I initially felt about it, as well as how I feel about it now 😉 A little spoiler: I love my step-mum and my step-brother.

Bye!