People in General

This entry is written with a little bit of anger, frustration, disgust and hunger…

I had the misfortune of having to travel to a wedding by public transport. Not that I’m complaining lah…. ehem...

So, my mum and I took a cab to Bukit Panjang to attend a relative’s wedding – who happens to be a JC mate. The ride costed us $12! Anyway, upon reaching the wedding, we greeted some makciks who were helping in the kitchen, rewanglah katakan. So here goes…. The dialogue has been translated for the benefits of my malay_language-challenged friends.. J

“Eh, Enab! Long time no see….” (Enab is what they call my mum)

“Ah, how are you kak?”

“I’m well alhamdulillah.. Is this your daughther who got married the other day?”

(they have no sense of time, it was 5 years ago!)

“Ya...”

“You don’t have a kompoi yet?”

(without me asking, I know kompoi is grandchild in Boyanese)

“Not yet lah kak, insyaallah soon...”

“Eh, it’s been 3 years right?!….”

I corrected her, “Nolah cik, this coming December 5 years already….”

“Hah, 5 years! So long!!….”

Ya and so the story goes. It never changes, even after 5 years. These makciks think its so bloody easy to get pregnant. Well, at least for me it's not really easy lah. As dictated by tradition and culture, I (who’s at the receiving end) will have to endure these verbal and mental tortures until I have a baby. It hurts like hell you know. Like my scab has been ripped off and they punctured a fresh wound. Tactless women!

Thank God for my supportive husband and family.

I went to take my meal of rojak and hot tea and ate quietly as mum chatted with my grandfather’s cousin’s son’s wife aka her aunt. I was introduced to a quarter of mum’s family tree, or should I say forest, because she kept saying to her them,

“If we don’t introduce you to the kids, they won’t know you! Hahah…”

Hmm…. That’s not necessarily a bad thing you know…

Anyway, after the wedding, we went to the bus stop to take bus 187 and alighted at Woodlands Regional Interchange. We were transferring to bus 913 when I suddenly remembered why I hated taking the bus from berth 12…

The people who were not queueing, cut in front of us and shoved us aside like as if we were in the wrong! Darn, this reminded me of one of my entries in 2006 where in Penang, I referred to these type of people as rhinos and buffaloes.

Hai, what an evening man…

But I was glad I got to take public transportation, it just reminded me of how pampered we all are… ehekz… J