Questa è Enida

I have more ways to be sarcastic and bitchy than I can count my hair. Oh yes I do. Some people just have nothing nice to say, and some are downright pokey. Well, maybe I chose to feel poked this time. But as bitchy as I want to be, I still lah have to say that they just are pokey. The problem is they think their pokingness is their way of showing closeness, their terms of endearment of some sort.

The story morning glory is…I received an SMS from an old pan yau the other day. A bitchy one. I mean the SMS, not the person. She was in her ever menyindir mood, complaining that I hadn’t cared enough to call her since my so-grand-lah-konon arrival. I did, actually, to her old number. How was I supposed to know people’s updated cellphone numbers in this country, by the way?

Anyway, Poke #1…she nyenyenye about it in a sentence or two and gave no name at the end of it. To my cellphone, it was a new number – unrecognized. I kinda knew who it was because there was another piece of info after the nyenyenye that gave me a clue. So I asked if it was her, and sure enough it was. Within a day or two SMS’s went flying back and forth.

She asked me how I was doing and I said, ok despite my morning sickness and house-hunting blah blah blah. She said, huh? Pregnant again? Poke #2…like is this my eighth pregnancy or what? No congrats, nothin’! Just “gd, thn”. Pehhh, some people. And then she asked where I was stationed. It took me 24 hours to feel like replying. Even then, I just gave the info asked for.

Poke #3…she wasn’t happy as to how long it took me to respond to her SMS, and how one question led to only one answer. I wasn’t being creative lately, she accused. Fine, whatever. I don’t think creativity has anything to do with my answers. It’s priority. The last eight years I was home almost every year on holidays. Of course I had time to berhoyeh and to nyenyenye tanpa batasan.

But I am here to stay for at least four years, I have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. So, my priorities now are a place to call home, my Kitty and my incinta. I haven’t even picked an obstetrician yet. If I am not creative in my SMS replies (especially to the nyenyenye ones), then stuff them somewhere else lah please.

My CRV has two tyres to be replaced, I have an appointment to look at Anjung Damai and Ukay Heights properties this afternoon, and I am berlagak kaya, I am pregnant and I am bitchily cranky. That’s why I haven’t felt like replying to her SMS’s. Most things, not just some, are better left written on the blogs, not SMS’s.