Phew, been avoiding to write about tkd since last week...missing it so much!! I'm taking a break from tkd for about a month or so, lukluk is getting married so we're kinda busy...and I'm suffering right now!! I think I've grown fatter, dumber and lazier. Mmmm, it's hard NOT to do what you like to do! Two days ago I dreamed of parting away from Ms.5th Dan Blackbelt at a train station (obviously it didn't look like any train platforms in msia) and we're being chased by some people. Funny rite! I think I watched too much of action movies lah, and missed everything that has got to do with tkd. But at least I still have those cute little monsters to play (read:play not teach!!grrr!!) with on Sundays. Last week, we had Riz's grandma shouting from the other end of the padang bcos Riz was running around during the class chasing after Danial. Not only the kids were terrified by that "incident", I was like "erm, makcik nih, ok ker tak nih." Actually, it was a good thing too...at least I don't have to show my how garang I can be in the class hehehe. Danial is perhaps the most stubborn among them, he didn't even bother to do what I told him, he would do it playfully and laugh and laugh and make me feel so irritated. The first two weeks, the father accompanied him to the class, he was so disicplined and followed my instructions without a problem. I think I should ask the father to be there during the class. I wonder how did my instructor handle the class when we were a lot younger. Back then, I was a good gal (not that I'm a devil now), didn't talk much to anybody, and yes, observed a lot. Every single thing in the tkd managed to catch my attention, I was amazed by Mr.6th Dan Blackbelt, he had the strength, the style and graceful moves, especially when he did the 3 continuous kick (knee,waist and head level) in a slow motion. He kept on emphasizing that we should flick our hips, so that our movement would look nice and powerful. I've tried many times, but maybe because I was a damned pemalu, it wasn't as successful and as graceful as his flicking action. Siti suggested to me that we should go and visit some of the "social clubs" and swing our hips to the disco beat. Yeah rite, and get slaughtered by my mom the next day? Siti did go out for clubbing, and on her way back (she was driving her dad's car) something spooky crossed the road...mmm, nasib baik tak eksiden hehehe.

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Was chatting with a friend from school the other day, she commented that I used "ntahlah" , "dunnolah" way too much. And when talking to another friend over the phone, she counted that in 60 seconds I managed to use "dunnolah" and "aiyo" for at least 5 times. Erm, I'm getting addicted to these words. I do observe how people talk (my god-brother is one of my objects of observation hehehe, sorry!), but I don't go and count the frequency of a particular phrase or word in his/her speech. But do you realise that our country leaders also have their own well-known tags e.g. "apa nama bla, bla, apa nama...". "hok tu...hok ni..." So, it's not weird lah if I say "dunnolah", in every other sentence in my speech...hehehe. Most of my friends aren't as critical and observant as I am, at least that's what they think lah...but I doubt it. At least I didn't count how many times they say the four letter word and other bad words, but it was enough to spoil a child's brain and make him/her retarded for the rest of his/her life.@#$%^&*!!!

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I have some issues lah with my new neighbour, first of all I think he's being mean to his two dogs because he left them in the CAGE most of the time and keep on barking at me when I hang the clothes outside. Next, I can't stand looking at his erm, sagging?flabby?drooping? ab (nope, I think sagging would fit perfectly in this context hahahaha) that covers 1/8 of his orange shorts. Aiyo, everyday also wear that same orange short, half naked, washing the car...buat dosa kering jelah aku nih tiap2 hari :P. And the wife, so berlagak one. Saw her twice when hanging the clothes outside (again!!), and I smiled at her, but she quickly turned her face as if nobody's there. Of course I felt damned offended, maybe she thought that we're the maids. Hallo! Tengok muka orang baik2 sket, nih muka terpelajar nih! But really, this is not the first time, my mom's friends pun sometimes think that we are the maids, not that we have this Indon look, or Philippinos face, but because we do most of the house chores on our own. I was mopping the porch last time, and my mom's friend stepped out of her car and said "Ibunya ada di rumah?" in Indonesian dialect. I told her that mom went out (using the word ibu to make her confuse), in my heart "Nggak pasti deh, barangkali ibunya udah terus keluar langsung tidak pulang2 lagi". Geram betul, but my mom said we must always be modest and just ignore the bodoh2 (my own word, mom won't use such word) views of other people. So, we live happily ever after, even if in the eyes of this bodoh2 people we're the maids in manhattan kelana jaya. On lukluk's wedding day, I'll make sure all of them ternganga looking at how the maid would present herself in the most glamorous outfit and the most pleasant manner. Yerlah tuh!!