Budak kampung lembut ni pun tau what’s what…
In keeping with the #oneentryaday schtick around here, thought I’d dash off a post amidst the whirlwind of my activity today! 🙂
Spoke to the Mak Tiri today (let’s call her Auntie T) re: inviting my maternal uncles for Eid. She was all for it. She told me Dad had told her “of course they can come, what is wrong?”
Auntie T knows that Dad had called Uncle B (Allahyarhamha Mummy’s youngest bro) and I have already told her what Dad said to Uncle B, about “tak ada Raya” this year because no one will be at SS. We both speku that Dad is just saying “of course they can come”, thinking that he had (secretly) already taken care of the matter by telling Uncle B that no one will be at SS, therefore there will be no Raya. We speculate that on the day itself, when Uncle B doesn’t turn up, Dad will just say, “Biarlah… dah dia tak datang apa kita nak buat?” or something along those lines.
Wot Dad doesn’t know is… I already know of wot he did, after being informed by my cousin J (Uncle B’s daughter) when we exchanged Whatsapp messages re: meeting up over Eid yesterday.
The plot thickens.
Dad’s ‘intelligence’ tactics are so ol’ skool. He may have been Malaysia’s answer to ‘M’ back in the day… but with all due respect, Dad… your methods are too… passé. I think I can give Dame Judi a run for her money when it comes to playing ‘M’. Intrigue and wily manipulations are soooo my cup of char 😎
So Auntie T and I have decided to play it differently. Auntie T will tell Dad that I had gone ahead and invited Uncle B and fam for the first day of Eid at SS, (kononnya) not knowing Dad had played the Raya Grinch and told Uncle B that it’s “off”. I cannot uninvite Uncle B, so Dad will just have to suck it up and endure.
In other ‘news’, Auntie T told me that she had to call Mum’s helper, the one who is now back in JaTim on a 2-month holiday, to ask her some things regarding a few documents she needs for Dad. (The helper was the one who helped Allahyarhamha Mummy manage all the paperwork in SS during the last few months of Mum’s life.)
Auntie T used Dad’s phone to call the helper… and when the call was answered, Auntie T heard:
Auntie T then replied:
“[helper’s name], ini Tengku… bukan Tan Sri..”
At which point the helper quickly hung up/ ended the call.
HAAAAAaaaaaaaa…… apakepoons is going on here???!!
Sometimes I just want the world to stop.
Stop the carousel, I want to get off.
O Big Blue Marble, stop spinning, stop turning, stop making time march on… because sometimes I feel I cannot deal.
I need sometime to breathe.
Why must life still go on when I feel the world crumbling around my ears?
There is guilt that life, as mundane as it is, still goes on, plods along… even though all I wanna do is curl up in a ball and forget my pain.
The munafiq will go to deepest Hell.
Why do you choose to be one of them?
You show a different face to the world, act as if you’re the best amongst the best, that you could possibly do no wrong… yet behind the facade, away from the sight of those whose validation you seek, you are a totally different person.
One whom cannot even be “gently corrected”… tak boleh ditegur… taking umbrage at the slightest comment, even though you fully know that you are wrong.
You call others “arrogant” but don’t you ever stand in front of a mirror and see that same “flaw” in yourself? Or is it you don’t want to see… that is why you begrudge those who hold the mirror up to you?