What a friggin short holiday!!! We want extension!
I'm back from all the ruckus in Johor. I didn't realise that there's so many mats and minahs and gangsters in Johor. I always thought that the only thing that Malaysian girls show are their eyes! I thought I saw gays in Johor! Haha!
Well, Saturday was very boring at first. Went to Woodlands checkpoint. About 10 people followed and we didn't know the way to my grandauntie's house, so we took a bus. Ate prata at the bus interchange in Larkin. I'm sure I saw a couple of prostitutes and their clients. The milo tasted really really sour. Bleh. After that, we took this bus and I slept most of the way. Dropped at some place called 'Perhentian Bas Ulu Tiram'. Saw my grandauntie and granduncle. Rode their van to the place. It totally didn't look like a kampung. It was like a holiday house. It was so relaxing. Everyone just uselessly sat at the living room couch uselessly doing nothing useful. Anyway, there's this cat which lives with us. His name is a typical malay-named cat, Comel. It's so anti-social. It just stays inside this pantry and never goes out. When it goes out and I try to pat it, it defiantly avoided my hand and even bit me. I think I have rabies now. Anyway, since the stupid cat didn't want to play, all the children went out to play Dodgeball in the garden. Blah blah blah then at night, there was this barbecue. We bought raw otak-otak so that we could just roast them and eat it. The stupid cat was about 50 metres away staring at us eating fish paste. He looked really jealous and wanted some, but too bad. He's friggin anti-social. It was only 8 when it was already dark like hell. So, all the children went upstairs and watched malay shows. Since the malays shows had some dumb drama, we watched the Indonesian version of Who Wants To Be a Millionaire?. The top prize is a billion rupiah. Haha. It was so dumb. It kept on going to the commercials. BTW the commercials are over-acted by these people who smile too much. At around 10, the lights were switched off and we slept. Well, I couldn't sleep becuase my stupid cousins were scared to sleep under the window and I had to sleep there. I was kind of prepared to scream at the top of my lungs if I see any weird things.
Later in the morning the next day, my mother told me that I had nightmares. I sat up and scolded someone. Haha! Then my mother just told me to sleep. She asked me if I had been conscious when my mother put me to sleep. I so did not remember anything. I think I might have been possessed or something by a scolding spirit. So left house at around 11 a.m. to go shopping at Johor Bahru. Reached there at around 2 and ate lunch. I swear the McDonald's there is super nice. There's milkshake!!! Anyway, I had to speak Malay to the staff. When I wanted to call out for this guy because he owed me a Quarter Pounder, I had to address him as 'Bang'. I'm influenced by Malaysians. Anyway after lunch, we went to the pirated game store while my father went to the pirated DVD store. I went to the DVD store just to see if there's ANTM. There wasn't. But there's Desperate Housewives, Lost, Alias, CSI, and lots more. Everything except ANTM. Told my mother my bag is tearing apart so we went bag-shopping. Went to Converse store and it was so cheap. I bought a bag for RM69.90, which is like S$35.00. My mother said that I could go there again and buy shoes! Yay! Finally I'm spending money. My brother had a temper tantrum in the shopping centre and the staff of the store stared at us. He actually wanted to buy a plain green shirt, which is like THIS colour. Then my mother said that it looked horrendous. So, my brother got all merajuk told us that he didn't want to buy it anymore and said, "Umi, if you buy that shirt, I am not going to wear it!" Then my mother told the staff that he's very 'kepala batu'. Then, my mother told him to buy it but he got all emo and wailed. Then at the last minute when we were about to leave for Singapore, my mother asked my brother if he really wanted to buy it, then he took the money and went to the store. Next time, don't bring my brother to Johor.
Great, everybody thinks my bag looks girly. It looked great and boyish in Johor, but every second I look at my bag, it looks more and more girly. I think it's because of the haze or something.