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23 May, 2005
Some Things Juz Never Change
Yo man. It was a hell of a day yesterdae. 2 shits happened. First, missed my madrasah and lost 40 damn marks for my Al-Quran. Damn. Second and tha most important shit of all, Kak Lina's wedding! Whoa, she's like one Barbie Doll after dat Mak Andam dressed her up! A natural beauty indeed! And her groom was aight. Quite well-built, and smart too. He's one lucky dude. Ok, so my time-table yesterdae and tha day before was like...pretty tied up. Couldn't rest a sec. Tha only peeps who helped out was phucking me and Zul plus a coupla great neighbours. Haiz. "Got relatives also like dun haf one.." Those words came from my bro. Shitz. May shitz be on them. Phucking them being like superstars, coming only at tha split seconds when cuzzie's about to get married. Then, at least step forward lar to help us, or a question like, "d'u need a hand?" would be enuff for me. But, shitz, I had FUCKING enuff of their FUCKING attitude!! Tha FUCK they think they are?! Singapore Idols?! Aight, let's quit shitting about them arses ok? Man.
Day one, Saturday. Reached Pasir Ris At about 4pm. Helped out wit shitz. Yearh. Arrange tha tables, carry food downstairs, did tha decorations on tha tables, yada-yada. Damn exhausting. But I dun feel tired at all. Thanx to good ol' neighbours. Heh. Then, we did tha buffet things. Helped to carry tha food there. Food damn nice. Deliciouso. Sneak'd to eat. I felt like a fweakin' burglar or sumthing. Hehe. After all dat shitz, it's dish washing time. Us bros were station at tha back to wash tha dishes. Fun. Played wit tha soap. Made a "foam party". Hehe. Then kena scold by my mum. Stoopid us. Anywae, we washed plates and cups clean. Did all dat till 1am. I was praying hard we would meet her on tha tree top. There's a banana tree behind there remember? No? Nevermind. Tough luck. We didn't see anything. Haiz. I hardly sleep dat nite.
Day two, Sunday. Woked up at 10am. After doing our daily shitz, helped out again downstairs. Dis time, there's more people, mainly Makciks. See no sign of my other relatives. Phuck them. Err wait!! Ok, I wanna clear doubts here. There's 2 relatives of mine. Tha Salha's and tha Salmah's. I'm closer to tha Salha's. They're tha best. They treat us family like their own. Unlike a handful of tha Salmah's (well, not all of them are bad) who treat us family like an outsider?! Wanna rewind? Phuck them! So, we continued our tough work. Then, our work was officially started at 1pm. We looked out for tha finished plates of food and placed them at tha dish washing area. Did a coupla rounds, to and fro dat place. Phew! It was damn tiring! At about late afternoon, then they came (u noe who). They remained in their group. Didn't hang out wit' my mum and shitz. Exiling people. Didn't help us out. Same ol' shitz they alwaes did. I could see them phucking eyes all staring at us. Us, behaving like servants. Them, superstars. Hah. Superstars my foot! I think, they didn't wanna make it damn obvious. Dat's why they started stealing our jobs!! Doing all tha shitz I'm supposed to do. Showing off. Wanna show dat they could do wad we could do. Phuck them!
I'm thru wit them. Couldn't be bothered any more. We went home late dat nite. My burning heart was cooled when Reefa came to me and we played peek-a-boo. Hehe. She's so cute. So innocent. Haiz. Anyway, our hard efforts were thanked by Wak Nong. Well, at least there's some appreciation going on. I juz dun noe wad's to happen to my other relatives. Hmm. Some things juz never change...
reminisced;
- 11:47 AM
