A Quickie!


Not the kind you’re thinking about, you dirty-minded people.

Over the weeks…

I went to a dinner where for the first time I felt like a minority. At a charity dinner for Bario Hydro, I was one of the very few Chinese. Being the ching chong girlfriend of a Kelabit, yes I got plenty of teasings that night. One time when I was on the phone, The Boyfriend looked around then whispered hissingly at me, “Do you see anyone using handphones here?”

Eager to make a good impression on The Boyfriend’s family and also a dumbass, I quickly lowered my phone. Argh! You wait ’till it’s your turn to come to my family dinner, boyfriend. You wait.

The charity dinner is one of the fund-raising events for the Bario Asal & Arur Layun Micro-Hydro project. It was really inspiring to hear of a community-inspired project to raise money to install a micro-hydro system at this village, an electricity luxury that I’ve been taking for granted since the day I was born.

So if you’re feeling generous, this can be your to-do-charity in that resolution list of yours. After all, it’s almost Christmas. Click here to find out how you can help, never mind that you’re not Kelabit. It’s not about your race, it’s about humanity.

Then…

I was flashed by a drunk friend. At the end of a birthday party, inconsiderately NOT the birthday boy got pissed drunk and vomitted in the club’s toilet. Because I am such a busybody and also a caring friend, I ran to the toilet to witness the white porcelain-bowl worshipping. In my friend’s haste to celebrate his alcoholic greatness, he pulled down the front of his pants.

Hello Underwear!
Presumably to further prove his manliness. Incredible man, he is.

Ilyas, you knew this was coming, didn’t you?
What’s a blogger gotta do if one of her friends drank himself drunk, right?

You can count on this teasing to go on for a couple more months. After all, we all did pester Renee non-stop for nearly two years after her infamous mouth diarrhoea on her birthday in April 2005.

Also…

I witnessed infidelities on several occasions.

While in bed with The Boyfriend one night, I asked him “Why do men cheat?”
“Lust” he whispered with certainty.
I think I then asked something along the lines of “Does he love her, though?”
“Yes” he said with just a hint of doubt.

Then came a day we were watching an episode of House in which the woman was infected with sleeping sickness due to her affair.

I absent-mindedly said out loud “It doesn’t mean she loved him any less just because she cheated”.
More curt than he intended to be, The Boyfriend sharply said “Oh. Does that mean you‘ll cheat on me?”

And so there was a bitch fit.

After which, I fell in love with him even more.
Sometimes a lil’ paranoia is what confirms you.

I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.
So how was your week?

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Published:
11.29.06 / 7am
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