Biskut Lemau ...

 

Don't even have the will to look at the pics.  Still sore.  

 But the other 2 people in the mid and foreground, no comments about them at all.

“Quit your job & join me backpacking in Vietnam.” Kannan said

The guy is raving mad! Just cos he tendered his resignation & is not looking for a job at the moment, he's attending a fren's wedding in Cambodia end of the year, he'll be exploring Vietnam right after the wedding, he wants people to join him. He lives with mummy, of course he can be irresponsible. I got rent to pay!

I jumped at the mention of backpacking. After just coming back from my very 1^st backpacking trip to Thailand, I'm hooked ! However, my initial reservations were:

Will my leave application be approved?

I've never experienced winter in my entire life. Will I be able to withstand it?

We'll be going up northern Vietnam, near the China border. At end of yr, the weather there is unpredictable. It can be sunshiny one time & suddenly, downpour or the temperature may drop drastically..... shucks...

Confided in god brother. God brother was very encouraging.

“Go lah! It will not be winter there lah. It's only like that further up north in Beijing & further up.”

I think he meant it won't snow. But I don't do well in cold weather, snow or not.

After much pushing from god brother, I've decided to just take the plunge. What is backpacking if it's all planned & predictable?

But there's another question – who or which group shall I follow? This morning, Shelly said she's planning a similar Viet backpacking trip. But hers is shorter & not as ambitious as Kannan's. Another gal may be interested to join her.

“One thing I must tell you,” god brother dished out his wisdom.

He continued nagging, “Kau jangan pegi dgn lelaki, kau berdua aje eh! Nanti dia dah gila bayang dgn kau, terus kau tak balik... terus tinggal kat Vietnam nanti karang!”

This is why I love my god brother. He knows me too well. He'll tell it like it is but never rude or offending, instead always make me laugh, stop & think.

“Who is this guy? Chinese? Show me his photo.” haha... it's been ages since I heard such a phrase. Last I heard it was when my parents were still alive. It feels good to have someone nag at me, knowing someone cares.

I revealed that Kannan does introduce me openly to his frens as his gf, in jest. Then I'd retaliate openly that I am NOT his gf.

“The other backpacking group are girls?”

“Yes, 2 to 3 girls.” I replied.

“Dah, kau ikut the girls sudah. Jgn ikut si jantan tu. Nanti dia gila bayang dgn kau, jadi pasal pulak.”

God brother always makes sense. Can't wait to go to Bali with him next yr for sister-brother bonding. Wheeee....

Hmmm... he's the first one I come across who doesn't ask to come to my house / to see my house / to hang out at my house after knowing that I live alone.

And his parting words weren't the overused, my most hated "Take care" nor "See you around".  Surprisingly it was "I'll check my schedule next week and let you know if I can make it for that movie."  *giggle*

 

He played both sides.  In fact, I'm not surprised if he is playing more than just 2 sides.

She played along with him.  She played him.  She played me. 

And both shamelessly call themselves my friends??!!!!!   Not anymore...   

 

Friends don't intentionally play jokes or poke fun to hurt their friends.

If that was their idea of a friendly joke, then they have no sense of humour whatsoever!

 

However, I am totally caught by surprise at how it hurts.

Must be cos they claim to be my frens.  After each play-acting, they talk to me like they didn't do anything wrong at all.

What's so great about him?

In fact, she together with the rest of the gang also poked fun at his quirkiness.

Worse, they made fun of a certain of his facial shortcoming.

That's not fair at all.  It's a physical shortcoming , perhaps from birth?  not sure.  but it's not something he asked for nor something he developed out of a bad habit.  He can't help it.

 

If only he realises how his other mean friends make fun of his goofiness & facial shortcoming.

I beg to differ.  I feel that this little thingy is endearing.

It's what makes him, him.

His uniqueness.

And I like goofy.

 

Instead of seeing how he is appreciated by an unknown diva,

he made a fool of himself, a fool of me and a fool of her.

And one of us got hurt.      

 

The biggest irony is that, she kept blaming her estranged husband for having a girlfriend even before starting divorce proceedings.

She keeps blaming the 3rd party for her marriage breakup.

Actually, even without the 3rd party her marriage was heading irreparable damage when he moved out of their matrimonial home.

 

The very thing she despises and blamed for the destruction of her life, Genn did with Mr Facial Defect.

Has she forgotten that she is also still a married woman?

And she's wondering why her life is like shit?    

 

Why can't people cherish the ones who appreciate them for all that they are?

Instead, they hurt the very people who accept them unconditionally.  

 

The most heart-breaking thing to see or witness, is someone who is weeping silently & trying hard to hide it.

Hope he didn't see it in the plane just now.

Reached for the magazine from the pocket of the seat infront.

Caught a glimpsed of his shoe.  Only then realised he had shifted behind to my row.

With lightning speed turned back to face the window.

Cheeks were still wet.

 

But Genn should not worry cos she's always assumed as the self-sacrificing angel.  So the devil must be me.

I'm always so suay.

Always the case where I didn't do anything.  But other people disturb me.  Then somehow they turned it around & make it look like my fault.

 

 

P/S:  Oh, by the way, *chuckle*... he got a taste of my diva acid sarcasm.  I was checking in when his voice just suddenly boomed into my left ear, saying something about asking me to put some of his gear, I think, into my backpack.

It wasn't that he appeared out of thin air.  It wasn't that his voice made me jump, cos I didn't.

It wasn't that he wanted me to check in some of his gear in my luggage, I'd be glad to take some load off his luggage & save him some $.

It was the accummulation of humiliation I had to endure all these days & the exhaustion from having to tolerate all the gossips & tauntings of the others that made me extremely agitated.  Plus, seeing Genn trying to downplay her guilty conscience by giggling & acting like nothing was wrong, added to the frustrations.  I knew Genn could sense my resentment building up towards her.  And she knew I knew that she knew.  She was trying to avoid talking to me & when she did, she didnt look at me.

 

So I simply gestured at my duffel bag on the conveyor belt & said, "Mine is locked already."

Then with diva acidity, "You should ask Genn."  With extra emphasis & amp on the name.

"Oh, Genn ah?  Ah yeah.. yeah..."  and he went away.

I couldn't help chuckling inside my head despite my boiling blood.  haha.  I'm still laughing now.

 

Later he tried to start conversation with me.  Guilty already right???!!!!!    Ah hah!!!!

Sudah lah!!!   Baik aku mengelak!  haha

 

 

Doobie did it again! He's such a sincere old Aussie fogie. Such a father-figure. Haha. Actually he's not old, he's just approaching 40. but ang mohs tend to look older than they really are.

Doobie said about 2 or 3 wks ago that he was going to Shanghai on business. It just came out of my mouth that Shanghai makes good counterfeit Rolex. Doobie asked if I'd like one. I said yeah. When I walked into the climbing gym last wednesday, he came to me and asked, “Is this what you wanted?” and in his hand was an all silver copy lady Rolex!!! 

It's beautiful !!! haha It's a beautiful faker! And its only SGD30.00 !!!!!  

Its entirely in silver steel and the face is white. Doobie said that it comes in other colour combinations e.g. Silver & cream, silver & black. But the all silver looked the nicest to him. He has quite good taste, I must say. He got himself a copy Tiger Woods Rolex. Nice.  

Doobie helped me take out the plastic that was still stuck to the faker's buckle & chain wrist band. When I tried it on, it was too loose. He adjusted the buckle to the maximum it could go but it was still too loose. I always have problems when buying watches, pants, long-sleeve shirts. I always have to send for alterations or adjustments. I'd have to get 3 to 4 pieces of the steel wrist band taken out. Doobie offered to bring it home where he keeps his micro screwdrivers & alter for me.

Isn't he such a sweetie fogie? He's a jack of all trades. I told Lilac she's one lucky lady to have such a handy hubby who repairs things around the house.

Now, where can I find a handy man for myself huh? Hardware stores? Hmmmm...... time to google for handware stores around my neighbourhood. Haha. But then ah, AMK neighbourhood full of lau ah peks... Drats... haha