Let’s see how many yes’s you will have to the next 12 questions on how much you know about me…
- Did you know that I am only 10 months younger than my elder sister, KaCher? We were born in the same year – she in February, and I in December. Yes, February and December of the same year. So we were cohorts, in the same class right from Grade 1 through Grade 11 (Primary 1 through Form 5, as we call our grades in Malaysia). We went to the same university, took the same course – though were not put in the same class throughout the 6 years, nor achieved the same class for our baccalaureate – we were colleagues, teaching at the same university for quite a few years.
- Did you know that I have a serious OCD when it comes to HFM cleanliness? The only time will I go to bed without washing and cleaning my feet is if I have been wearing socks all day. And the only time will I go to bed without brushing my teeth is… uh, never! Hands? Mine will be washed everytime I see a sink! (That’s Enida, interrupted and exaggerated.)
- Did you know that I am actually an introvert? Many would say I am a mix. While I can, and tremendously do enjoy being in front of 300-500 people, giving talks, doing training, talking about what I do best – which is PUBLIC SPEAKING – I shy away from almost everyone at times. A lot of time. I savor my private corner where I recharge, reload and regroup. And boy, I sure get cranky when I don’t get my ‘Enida Time’ – alone.
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Did you know that I immensely love reading anything that is ‘properly’ written. I’m not talking about printed matters here. They have to be perfectly written before they make it to the press. I am talking about simpler things done properly. And properly is: when capital letters are in the right places, sentences are decently punctuated, only single exclamation and question marks, and only one or three dots are used at a time…………………, not 12 or 25, okay??????????!!!!!! Yeah, not like that. These little things are a sign of either the non-existence of knowledge or the absence of wisdom. I am sure you know the difference between the two conditions, don’t you? And I can easily tell by looking at how you write in your:
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letters, cards, postcards, or even flyers, etc.
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email, blog, Facebook (wall, status, notes)
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text messages
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Did you know that the only chocolate I like is dark bitter chocolate, the only chocolate drink I would drink is chocolate malt (only Milo), and the only milk I enjoy is rice milk? (Coconut milk is not a drink, hello!) I grew up on Dumex, but later developed mild lactose-intolerance. At 26 of age, I had my very first cheese and fainted due to the smell, not the lactose.
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Did you know that I wish someone would come up with a smart hanger or drawer (or something!) for us women to store our bras. Yes, brassiere, bandeaux or what KaCher and I used to call penyangkut tetek (boobs hangers). (That was before we had grown and developed those hanging things! Once we knew how challenging it was to ‘maintain’ them bouncing kittens, we started calling bras with respectful names.) Bras are not easily folded, if you notice. In fact, they shouldn’t be folded at all. And if you do fold them to save storage space, one of the cups will definitely be folded invertedly. (But of course this applies only to those with foam, or sponge cups. If you’re still wearing ones without any support – no wire, no stiff cups… you must be either in grade 6, have nothing hanging, or just had an implant as an excuse to go bouncing carelessly bralessly.
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Did you know that not many people can tell my voice from my KaCher’s, my Lil Sis, Reen’s and my mom’s. It sometimes even takes my Dad a few minutes into a phone conversation to realize it is a call from Prima Saujana, not Pokrovsky Boulevard or Intanaria II.
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Did you know that I was supposed to be a lawyer – it was an ambition ‘given’ by my parents. KaCher was supposed to be a doctor, Lil Sis a lecturer, Deal an engineer, Mel… hehe, an architecture! (Excuse my parents’ vocabulary and word form!) Since most occupations end with ‘er’, architect didn’t sound right to them. Well, there is no doctor in our little big family. The only doctor that ever came close was the one I had a huge crush on… err when was that? Heeeeee. Well, no lawyer either. No architect, nor architecture! But six out of eight of us went to uni. The other two super sleuths are on the case!
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Did you know that I have been not once, not twice, but three times a lady struck by lightning? The first time I was just 19 and in Shah Alam. Got off a taxi, was walking in the rain and was holding an umbrella when I suddenly saw sparks coming out of my hand that was holding the umbrella! I did feel little jolts, but they were too mild to make me jump or anything. The second time was in Cherating – my siblings and I were walking on the beach on a very cloudy afternoon. All of a sudden Reen and Mel were yelling, “Oh my God, oh my God! Look at Ngah’s hair! Look at Ngah’s hair!” Sure enough my hair was upright and in the air just like that girl in the 80’s Twisties TV commercial! The third time was just a few years ago in Ampang. It was raining and I was about to open my car door when I just jumped aback feeling a big jolt on my hand as I touched the door handle. My hand went numb for a few good minutes. But I survived to blog about it.
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Did you know that my big crush was on Eric Estrada? If you don’t know who he is, you are probably too young to be reading this. So go Google! Yeeeeeeesyyy!
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Did you know that I am half Chinese and half Indian but was raised to wonder if the Chinese people eat nothing but jyū kuey teow, and Indian people eat nothing but masalavadey! Nobody talked about races back then as it was almost too sensitive. Us kids didn’t know our racial background. We ooh-ed over Achamma’s puttu and we aah-ed when we saw Poupou stirring her drinks with bamboo chopsticks! Huh?
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Did you know that I had some cosmetic surgeries done on me so I would not have too much of a resemblance to Anne Raj? They left me with my own eyes though, uncut. Even they had been lasik-ed. Nnngggeeeeeeeeeee!
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Ha ha ha, you actually checked? Sajer je, since tak de sapa nak mengaku biarla I mengaku. I am used to it Enida since I am the big sister in my house, sumer kesalahan pun would have fingers pointing at me. So no biggie.
You checked?
No, actually I didn’t. Hehe. I only do that if I am paid to. Won’t do it for fun, or for free.
Fingers pointing at you because you are the big sis? Oh, that is the opposite of what happened in my house – but then that is because our eldest sis is the tiniest (in size) in the house.
Alamak Enida, you perli I lagi sekali ni. Ok la I mengaku, I angkat tangan ni owning to my dot dot mistakes. You can go check my blog now, there are all over the place. But untuk menyedapkan hati, those were done intentionally to maximize certain emotions which to me, require more than one exclamation mark, macam kita jerit dalam gua tu kan, dia bersahut “…Enida, Enida Enida” or to relay the virtual pause with extra dot dot dots before another idea jumps out from no where ha ha ha. But that’s just me, I am a walking exclamation mark, my kids selalu cakap “…do you have to shriek all the time mama?”
On a different note, I got 6 out of 12 correct , that’s good kan kan? Dee pun 3 jer, apalah Dee ni. Dee dah cari kayu api ke belum?
Oh Wiz oh Wiz! Now now… I have no intention pun tau nak perli saper-saper. Hehe. You nih! As a matter of truth, I tak perasan pun that you do do the dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-dot thing and multi-multiple-multipleple question and exclamation marks tu until you mengaku! You could have gotten away with murder she wrote!
Yes!I know you!!!I know you well!!I remember telling Uda the first time I met you, I whispered, “Eh, kakak you macam Anne Raj lah”.Girl crush, engkau! Ha ha ha.
Eric Estrada = The Dude from CHIPS.Bukan “Erik” ke spelling dia?But I loved him more on a family sitcom (he played a character named ‘George Lopez’).Or perhaps I’m just secretly obsessed with all-things Spanish ha ha ha (shhh, don’t tell Signore!)
Nampak gaya nye, have to re-read my kad raya to you before mailing it.Madame Pokrovsky, my favorite OCD grammar-lady!I meant that nicely,because we learn through mistakes 🙂
Your comment really made my day lah Lisa! Ihik hik hik. Really kembang beberapa mangkuk hatiku dan a couple of lubang hidungku di pagi hari yang berkabus di bukit Pokrovsky ini. And it brought back the memory of being called Anne Raj at KTM station in KL – nasib baik those girls tak mintak akak sign otograf ke, sign belakang T-shirt ke. Oh celeb, gitu!
You are right, Lisa! It’s EriK Estrada. Not EriC. My bad! Oh all I could think of, to be quite honest with you, were his handsome face, his VERY white teeth and his tight behind I so wanted to give a manja ‘ponch’ to (Enida, behave!) Yes, I never missed CHiPs on our TV hitam putih berjenama TOSHIBA di ujung 70an dahulu. Mmmuuaahh! I love Puerto Rican! And oh, Cuban too! Spanish is fine, as long as they are not in or from Spain. Huh, how’s that?
Alamak! Nampaknya saya belum kenal awak lagi lah. Hanya 3 sahaja yang ‘yes’ nya … he he he. Apapun, saya pun introvert juga tapi ramai yang tak percaya.
Sebab tu lah walaupun dah nak dekat 18 bulan di Auckland ni, masih tak punya ramai kawan.
Tapi yang pasti saya sentiasa admire your hand writting dan simpan kad-kad yang awak hantar sebab ianya teramatlah cantik & kemas.
Only 3? Hehehe. So I remain a mystery lah kunun eh? Well, you probably know me well enough in other areas – those yang tak ada dalam soalan. I am very much like you Dee. I have no care for the quantity of friends I have. But the small number of friends I do keep, semuanya first class! If you see my Facebook friends yang dekat 200 tu… tak sampai 10 gamaknya yang betul-betul kenal saya (and vice versa). So, us introverts don’t go for big numbers. We go for big hearts.