My little sister sent me a blog add of this Datin whom she thought was me in disguise at first. I went ahead, took a peek, and got hooked. Her life is just so similar to mine that it scared me. My lil sis was right. She is kinda living my life, or perhaps it’s me who’s living her life. The only difference is my hubby is nowhere near of getting a datukship, hence I am nowhere near a datinship or nenekship for whichever matters. I have no supir, I steer my own wheels. I do have Bibik to help me taming my wild duckling, Kitreena.
Anyway, I am not going to ramble about Datin and her hmmm-it-makes-you-wonder-doesn’t-it blog. She writes well, and she should keep on writing despite what other narrow-minded people think of her. My story morning glory sebenornyer is this : I was in Malaysia between April and June this year during which I got to meet my brother’s sawang-buyah-hatikoo. Everybody was saying she looked soooo lah very much like me. I discovered it myself that she didn’t only look like me but think like me too. As if that wasn’t enough, she eats like yours truly as well. The hand-movement, the leaning a bit forward whenever we suap the nasik. Oiii scary!
So I found two other ME’s now. My mom with her Chinese “uh-dimanakah-kelojikan-nye-tuh” belief used to tell me that there are seven people in this world that look like you. And only seven can live at one given time. If they met with one another, all seven at the same time…one will have to die. Or rather, WILL die, in any way. That’s the curse. But uh, di manakah kelojikan nye tuh for all seven to look exactly the same and meet up. Mom, mom, mom! Tak sesudah!
So, five more to go. I think I will live forever.
Questa è Enida 
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