Just When I'm About to Expire from Boredom

So, the sister's trunk arrived today.

And since she claimed that she has SO much of treasures inside, I was very eager to get to my aunt's house and rip the trunk open.

But all I found were loads of winter clothings.

And A LOT of books. Books which I usually stare at in bewilderment at the library. And so, I do not know what to do with the RM500 MPH voucher now that I've got most of the reference books that I need thanks to her.

Some of her shoes. And I don't know why the heck she shipped risottos home.

Small handbags which can only hold bare necessities.

But what I'm really glad was...

She has really AWESOME classical CDs. Mozart's 100. Bach's. Oh, and Debussy's and Bach's scoresheets for piano.

And storybooks. When I finished Chris Manby's Girl Meets Ape, I thought that it will be the beginning of my rotting period.

But, no! Now I have Philippa Gregory's The Queen's Fool and Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire.

Yay!! I'm not gonna rot after all.

Tea Ceremony

I have officially attended the worst tea ceremony in my entire life.

The house is crammed and the air is so thick with smoke, my eyes water and my lungs cry out begging for mercy.

And the best part is, I do not even know who the hell is getting married. I have never met either of them in my entire life. They are some relative in an elaborately extended family line.

I do not know who is who in the house and what to call them. So I made things simple, smile to younger ones and call all elderlys aunties and uncles.

I really regretted canceling my lunch date for such a horrible morning and I feel so terribly guilty for canceling. It's not like I have a choice anyway.

Not forgetting that I have to wake up terribly early when I only slept at about almost 3 in the morning yesterday night.

My mom and I decided that we've had enough and asked my dad if we can chip out for a bit and get back in time for the dinner at the restaurant.

Thankfully, we got the green light. Because, it's not like any of them like us anyway. And we have a HUGE language barrier. My chinese languages are just utterly horrible and they can't quite speak English. We're not quite needed as well except to make our presence felt and appease all in-laws.

So, at about 2 pm we decided to pop out and my mom just had to choose Sunway Pyramid. Which made me feel even more guilty because I am supposed to be there 2 hours earlier for lunch. But no, I have to cancel only to be there when I said I can't. Well, her excuse was, she had to find the perfect traditional dress to attend my sister's call to the Bar in October. So, there I was, miserably, guiltily walking in the mall; giving comments to everything that my mom tried on.

The sister went to some convention to sell her CVs. And met all of her friends there. She is happy, and my day just gets more miserable. I was hungry and terribly sleepy.

The dinner was not that bad. But it had a terrible finish with a bunch of horrendously JANG people trying to dance to Apologise and Sha La La. Dorky dorks. And those wanna-be drunkards started shouting at the poor karaoke controller for some R&B music. Thank God he had good taste for music.

Well, at least I had my revenge. I wore black for the wedding and I was terribly informal. I matched the top with jeans.

My mom told me that I was terribly rebellious, naughty and cheeky as she was laughing.

My sis just can't stop complaining because I got more stuff at a much younger age.

My dad was the happiest man because for the first time, we were all present for some family gathering.

I am so sorry, Sammie.

Wardrobe Constipation

Dear Mum,

I have realised that I have a terrible habit. A fetish to buy things.

Please do buy more hangers. Because I have chipped all that I could from Dad's wardrobe.

And please just don't open the wardrobe yet. Because packing the wardrobe after the trip with 2 1/2 times more clothes, it will take a while.

Because I just do not understand how the sister got so many stuff.

Really, don't open the wardrobe. Because a clothing might just fall out.

And I do not intend to incite your anger. Because the wardrobe looks as if it has been hit by an internal hurricane in a space too crammed. I know you cannot stand such sights.

It is already 2.30 am. Please stop punishing me and let me sleep? It's so unfair that I have to take over the packing from my sister just because she has started working. I packed all the bags to bring back home and I have to unpack and put them all in appropriate places.

Perhaps, we can declutter our wardrobe??

Breaking In

So we decided to go to Pavillion before my sis goes to work tomorrow.

And I find that I still prefer KLCC rather than Pavillion although Pavillion has more stuff to buy. It's probably because I prefer the environment in KLCC.

Also, I would rather pay the VATs in London and get much better designs. The stuff that are sold in Malaysia is just too limited and they are one generation slower.

The Clarks shoes for example. What was on sale in London, where people throw it all over the place like pasar malam is a new arrival over here. We saw the exact design.

And the PINK shirts in Jermyn street are so much better.

And Malaysia does not have Hawes & Curtis or at least TM Lewin.

G2000 clothes look quite primitive. And the sales in Malaysia is rubbish.

I guess shopping will never be the same again.

So we returned home at about 10 pm.

The entire house was dark.

That's great. Everytime the house gets a power cut due to heavy thunderstorm, Debble will have to suffer.

Because she will have to get out of the car and open the gate manually.

But no, this time the key wouldn't even go in!!!

Even my dad can't get it in.

And then we realised, someone tried breaking in into our house. We do not know when, but the lock was chiseled.

We suspect it is during the 2 months while we were away. Thank God the lock was jammed and can only be opened with the remote. And the uncle forgot to turn the house alarm on.

I do not wanna say goodbye to my home theatre. I love it!!! And no one is taking it away!!!

So, we had to call our dear neighbour who took 100 years to come out because since there is only an elderly lady and her maid in the house, they were rather suspicious when they saw us calling at their gate.

They thought we were some saleslady; my mom and I. Chih.

When they finally came, I had to break into my own home.

They gave me a little stool, and I really mean LITTLE!!!! for me to climb over a 5 feet wall.

I didn't know that climbing over walls is so DIFFICULT!!!

My sternum hurts now. Placed too much of strain on the chest to heave my heavy arse up; balanced on the 6 inches wide wall and give support and dampen the jump downwards.

Gosh.

Stupid chiseler. Why choose my house larr??

On a side note, I need to lose weight so that I can heave the arse up until the uncle finally decides to show up at my house to change the lock. And also for future breaking in activities due to the very difficult lock.

TNB, you'd better not have anymore power cuts.