The Idiot #001 Part 1

Note from the Scribe
I foresee this as an on-going blog entry. This is probably the first entry I am dedicating to this person -- no, no, he is not that special, he is just that blardy annoying and I hate him enough to bash him again, and again, even if it's through an anonymous cyber landscape.
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Hubby has a brother. He was married, now divorced, has 4 kids and then got into some financial problems. Actually, he was never financially-sound, I guess. He earned a fair amount each month, though he just kerja kilang. His wife worked as well, some kerani cabuk or something. They used to live in Seremban-Kuala Pilah-Senawang, somewhere uncool like that la (no offense to Negrians, my beef is with the said brother).

But I dunno what's with those two, their money was never enough. Not even after he chose VSS and got compensated with RM27,000. Not a cent of that money was given to my mother in law, i.e, his and hubby's mother.

Even throughout the years, my brother-in-law, henceforth will be called the idiot, did not send any money to his mother. Hubby's family always had this suspicion that the idiot is under some spell from the idiot's wife and her family. Maybe some nasi kangkang or something, I dunno. My take? The idiot is just one of those spineless, insipid individuals. It's easier to let his wife to make the decisions than to make them himself, so he let her do just that.

So, long story short, the idiot got into a humongous money problem (which resulted from the two of them buying a house they can ill-afford -- who the fuck does that? Ambik loan bank to beli rumah when they can't afford the monthly payment???). Ini kes perasan kaya-raya, padahal belajar sampai SPM je, kerja makan gaji, tu pun malas. Pakai kredit kad, beli kereta lah, motor lah etc. Padahal anak tonggang-langgang.

The bank wants him to pay some RM800 a month or something, basically the amount is about the idiot's salary plus his wife's salary minus a few hundred ringgits. So, exactly how can the idiot pay for all that and still feed his kids, right? The idiot (or maybe it was his wife) got the idea of borrowing from ah long. Brilliant, eh?

Needless to say, the idiot got deeper and deeper into the shithole that he was in already and the idiot wanted to bail. Now, how would any sane person do that? Oh, I dunno, get a second (third, fourth, fifth) job, borrow from a relative or sell off some of their asset or something. That's what a sane person would do. What would an idiot do? Bug his mother about it. The mother he never sent any money to, the mother he left the minute he married that bitch of a wife. That mother who was living on his dead father's pension. The mother who's the only other source of income is her second son, my hubby.

The ensuing story is an on-going one. Tune in for more. My anger is spent for today.

There's No Place Like Home.

In case you didn't know (cos I didn't tell you, cos I didn't think it was really gonna happen), we spent Raya Haji at Terengganu. *sigh*. Agak meng-nightmare-kan. Now, I am not a bratty, Paris Hilton type of girl. I can hold my own, tapi, I dunno, maybe deep down, wayyyy deeeeeep down, I am a snob.

We went back to hubby's hometown in Terengganu. I have no idea what's the name of the town, I think it was Batu Hampar or something. The house was old. And I mean old, creaky, wooden, berlubang-lubang type of kampung house. But hey, I survived it. Maybe we get to do it again next year (and only my love for hubby would enable me to survive that one, cos then, I'll know what I'm getting myself into).

I dunno lah. I'd like to think that I don't think I'm above all that. That Allah can easily take away all my comforts that I have in KL (seeing that I only remember Him when it suits me). That I can be worst off than that place. Tapi, entahlah. I can't stand it there. The smell. And it's dirty. I guess they think that it's old and crumbling anyways, bakpo nak kemas-kemas. The only person who did any cleaning up was hubby's Tok, an 90% deaf 80+ year old.

We spent about 3 days 2 nights there. 1 night was spent at Ayah Long, hubby's uncle, in some Felda in Kuantan, Pahang. Another nightmare. Not as bad as Terengganu, the house at least was rumah batu. But still, the floor had all this sand on them. Sands that will stick to your foot when you walk. And it will get everywhere. Why oh why don't these people clean up? Tak de sapu ke? And what's with the scattered utensils, pots and pans, pinggan etc?

They (as in hubby's relatives) think I am rich, that my family is rich. My house in KL has 8 rooms, rumah batu etc. But even if we lived in a small, cramped place, I am bloody sure my Mak will keep it clean. I don't think she'll let all the sand in house that long. She'll keep away her stuff (she might forget where she puts them, but at least they're out of the way). Sarung kusyen, almari etc, will not be as berdebu. Gawd. I am so sad thinking about all this.

MORAL OF THE STORY : I am fragile. I miss my Mak and Ayah all the time. I don't like going to other people's house and staying there, especially if I can avoid it. I think next time, I'll figure out a ruse to persuade hubby to stay at a hotel.

Aku Melayu #001

Kenapa setiap kali aku nak berblog dalam Bahasa Melayu, aku fail? Aku selalu rasa cam poyo gila. Cam ntah apa-apa. Aku cuba jugak nak berblog dalam Bahasa Melayu baku, lagi fail. Sumpah tak boleh blah. Jadik macam poser, macam aku buat-buat. Mungkin medium komunikasi aku secara amnya, bahasa Inggeris, tapi, ye, aku still Melayu. (p.s. aku selalu typo Melayu jadik Melayi).

Ada banyak benda yang buat aku sangat Melayu. Salah satunya, aku memang muka Melayu. Mungkin ada jugak yang kata aku muka Jawa (mak aku orang Jawa, ayah aku 1/2 Jawa). Tapi tak de lah Jawa sangat kot. But then again, so what kalau muka Jawa pun?

Jadi, kalau dah muka Melayu, kenapa nak cakap Omputih? Berlagak? *sigh*. Lazimnya aku biarkan orang yang fikir aku cakap Bahasa Inggeris sebab aku berlagak untuk terus berfikiran begitu. Sebab kalau aku buktikan yang aku sebenarnya tak berlagak, I may even have to be friends with those people.

*shudders*

Amit-amit.

//ha, tu cakap Jawa, tahu tak?