Jeruk Senarai
Thursday, June 12th, 2008I couldn’t sleep. This feverish fervour fur has been wrapping itself around me, making me helluva uncomfortable the past few weeks. Tonight, it’s at one of the worst episodes.
Went around reading random stuf. So, I guess I’d be up to no good doing a list. Might as well since I’m not getting any fucking sleep. Gah.
Urm.. the “15 things unrelatively unknown facts about me” list is it. (Curi-ed from Audrey Ooi. This girl Kenny fervourishly recommended her blog a few years ago that I read on and off. okok I feel feverish lar. I so need to use that stupid word “fervour” or I couldn’t sleep later.)
Audrey:“When I was very very young I felt this terrible piercing pain in my petpet wtf and I couldn’t even stand up and thought I would faint. Then I took off my pants and found an ant inside T_______T” ———————->This SOOO totally happened to me when I was little too. At least TWICE. Ok, three times. Maybe four. I don’t keep count ok. Geez. What disgrace when this line reminded me of those times. :/
Okayyyyyy… uncomfortable silence. Let’s just do the damned list and see if I can sleep later.
1. When I was around 5-6, one of my favourite past-times was to sit and watch documentaries with papaboo. National Geographic usually. I wasn’t very discriminatory with my tv shows last time as I watched anything and everything on RTM 1 & 2. (TV3 didn’t make it to our shores ’til the mid-90s) Apparently, TV was my worst vice when I was a kid since I was 1yo and can sit down on my own and be quiet. (Well, too quiet for my parents’ comfort. More on that laters.)
I could recite the whole week’s TV listings for both channels from start to closingtime. A pretty feat for a 5yo what. Clint Eastwood and Chuck Norris were my heroes. Blame those midnight western movies. <3
On to the documentaries. One particular documentary I remember vividly is about C-sections. You know, the one where you cut a pregnant woman open and take the baby out? Yep. That one.
As with me and my curious curious mind, I asked my papaboo what are they doing to the woman with a huge belly. He said she’s pregnant and now they are taking the baby out.
And I sat quietly watching how they swiped her huge belly with the brownish liquid and cut it open and take the baby out in its gooey green, purple and whatever mushy glory.
Freaked me up real good that one.
For a long long time I thought that’s the only way to get babies out from pregnant women.
Well, until my stupid cousin who had a baby when I was around 13 and told me how they had to cut her pussy open because it’s not 10cm enough or something.
I swore with my little 5yo heart right there and then that I won’t get pregnant and have babies EVER EVER EVER.
Until the next day, I convinced myself it shouldn’t be that bad since every woman who did so came out alive. And I knew I woud want kids of my own one day. I settled on, “Let’s have one baby with my husband and see how bad it is first.” haha
Oh, and I spent a lot of time flipping my mom’s skirts up when she’s lying down to check her belly for scars from the baby cutting surgeries I thought she had.
2. About me being quietly sitting in front of the TV and watching it almost 24hrs a day when I was little.
Papaboo was so worried that I was deaf or dumb (as in, bisu/mute) or worse, both ‘coz I couldn’t talk even though I was approaching 2yo++.
He kept sending me to see doctors to check out if I’m deaf or mute or something. They all said I’m fine, sent us home to just wait and see.
Didn’t keep him from worrying though. haha (omg so mean laughing at my dad being worried that I’m dumb)
Anyways, one day, my mimiboo came home from work and found me jumping up and down (in front of the TV of course) dancing and singing to the Sugus ™ commercial.
She said the song went something like, “Sugus! Sugus! Rasa enaknya…sedap dikunyah..bla bla bla”.
So, officially, my first word was “Sugus” and not “mama” or “papa” like any other normal non-insane kid.
I was 2.5yo.
(My second word was “chocolate”)
DON’T LAUGH.
3. As a baby, I had curly hair until I was about 2.
Strangely, itt gotten really straight from then on. So hard to perm or dye my hair ‘coz it’s too black and too straight. I had numerous hair stylists cursing my hair/me for sucking up their precious time letting me sit in their precious chair which could have been serving another customer already by then.
I didn’t know this too until I was 21 and just happened to be sitting next to papaboo and he suddenly turned to me while we gals were discussing how many people in the family has curly hair and if we gotten it from papaboo’s or mimiboo’s side of the family.
He said, while looking at me point blank in the eye, “Hey, didn’t you used to have curly hair too when you were a baby? Is your hair curly now?” (I had shoulder-length POKER STRAIGHT hair dyed into mahogany or something)
Tell me how wtf-ed I should feel then.
Anyways, we were all shocked. Except mimiboo who nodded in agreement and said,”I think her hair just turned straight when she was 2.”
Why my mom made it sound like I had gay hair and it just miraculously “turned straight”.
We checked my baby pictures and indeed, I had curly hair as a baby. Wow. To think how everyone missed out on that bit when looking at the pics. (Must be from being distracted by how BALD Curlyboo was when she’s a baby. hahahahahaha)
4. When I was about 8-9, I wanted to be a dance choreographer when I grow up. (If I don’t make it as a bigass writer or a super duper English Literature lecturer)
I would dance in front of the big mirror in the hall while hooked to my beloved beloved Sony Walkman. (My walkman and I was like, inseparable. The only reason I didn’t bring it to school was so it wouldn’t get confiscated. Whenever I ran out of batteries, I’d be uber depressed. Until I discovered rechargeable batteries. YAY.)
Then, most of the time my mom would catch me doing this and laugh at me, teasing me. I then die from embarrassment and hid in my room until dinner.
T_____________________________T
(Yeah, including Aaron Kwok’s Dui Ni Ai Ai Ai Bu Wannnnnn..)
OMG Look at him. How the hell…. This is the biggest pic I could find on google. Must be a media clampdown from his embarrassment with that era too. Ewww..
God. I even had that hair once. My papaboo forced me. He said to try something new or no need to go home (not like I wasn’t already home when he issued that threat. geez) I didn’t like him THAT much.
*major cringe*
5. I used to be quite an ass to my bro when he was a baby, filling up his brains with silly ideas and stories.
Once, he was asking me what’s the black black thing from the canned fish we’re eating with our porridge one morning.
Him, being all the 3yo that he was, and me being all smartass and cheeky, I said, “Neh… flies. You know FLIES? The black flying insects Papa swat in the kitchen?”
3yo Bro: *stops eating halfway* Eeeee.. but but how come this don’t have legs and wings ley????? *blink blink*
naeboo: *straight face* Because those aren’t the nice edible parts. They wash and pull out the wings and legs and then pack them into the cans lor. With the fish. Why you think the fish so salty? From the flies lar!
3yo Bro: *OMG with eyes as big as saucers* But but but….
*stares at black beans and then me and then black beans again*
They are too yummy! Don’t care!
*continues eating*
naeboo: Ceh. Won’t kill you anyways.
Yeah. I’m horrible. I know.
Both my sisters were also there watched in silence. We all went to the toilet right after and cried from laughing too much at our stupid lil’ bro. Ok fine. He was 3. But it was too precious! hahahahahhahahaaaa
Anyways, I told him this story not long ago when we’re having fried dace and black beans from the can with our porridge and I remembered that moment. He laughed and said, “Warao. I was so stupid. Bitch. (actually, i think he said “cibaimien”) I could’ve sworn off this delicious thing because of YOU.”
Meh. Was fun while it lasted.
Oh, man… this is getting too long. I think I’ll stop here and maybe continue this some other sleepless night. It’s getting too late and I got work tomorrow. (Hates!!!) :/
Or just let this be 5 things instead of 15.
