I am stuck with two shopaholic females for a couple of days before Hari Raya.
Festive shopping spree is torture, especially when you're a guy who doesn't get the chance to pick your own colour of Baju Melayu. Stefan got away by telling Mama that he has last minute tests at the Engineering faculty. Liar, he's actually spending his last Ramadhan moments with his stupid, fat girlfriend before she goes back to her kampung.
Big Sis Nur is coming home this weekend. Add her to Mama's shopping plans, and we'll have double bills plus double headache. Big Sis Nur looks like she's the type who'd put on army boots, but deep inside she loves shoes and make-up as much as any woman on this Earth. But her taste in fashion can be really weird and unconventional... Wait, don't tell me that's genetic?!
Our first stop was KL Pavilion - Mama's choice. Then it was KLCC - Big Sis' choice. Then we finally stopped at Sogo - at the maid's insistence.
"Why do we have to bring Chut along?" Big Sis Nur complained. "I don't like her."
I don't like Chut either. The Indonesian maid is as big and rude and ugly as hell; she could pass for Shrek's part in Shrek musical audition - if they ever had one.
Moreover, our foodstuff always disappear mysteriously from the refridgerator ever since Chut worked for us. The last straw was when the chocolates Dad sent from Australia went missing and the wrappers were inexplicably found under the kitchen sink two days later. Ever since that tragic day, Big Sis Nur, Stefan and I often find ways to make Mama fire Chut to avenge Dad's chocolates.
I get the creeps going to the perfume counter. Some 'pretty boys' - don't get me wrong, I write them down as pretty here because Big Sis Nur refers to them that way - were attending the counter with "that surrounding aura that makes women grow envious" - again, this is what Big Sis Nur told me at that time and I have no idea what she meant. A few minutes later, the 'pretty boys' were fighting arms and legs to get me buy perfume from one of them, much to Big Sis Nur's dismay since she's the one who wanted to buy the perfume.
"Amel, loose the hair. God, you're just attracting weirdos with your girly looks!" the 26-year old whined aloud in French so that only I could understand her. The 'pretty boys' at the counter looked at us confused.
Cut off my luxurious mane? No way, hose'... an aristocrat has to defend his pride. Big Sis Nur can keep her bossiness for other things, but not Amel's hair.
Legs are becoming numb. How do these women get to keep on walking for so many hours in those high heels?
Back at home, I made a raya greeting card using the zombie character from my short film 'DENDAM ZOMBIE LAPAR' and uploaded it in Flickr:
Uh hu hu... why me?
Festive shopping spree is torture, especially when you're a guy who doesn't get the chance to pick your own colour of Baju Melayu. Stefan got away by telling Mama that he has last minute tests at the Engineering faculty. Liar, he's actually spending his last Ramadhan moments with his stupid, fat girlfriend before she goes back to her kampung.
Big Sis Nur is coming home this weekend. Add her to Mama's shopping plans, and we'll have double bills plus double headache. Big Sis Nur looks like she's the type who'd put on army boots, but deep inside she loves shoes and make-up as much as any woman on this Earth. But her taste in fashion can be really weird and unconventional... Wait, don't tell me that's genetic?!
Our first stop was KL Pavilion - Mama's choice. Then it was KLCC - Big Sis' choice. Then we finally stopped at Sogo - at the maid's insistence.
"Why do we have to bring Chut along?" Big Sis Nur complained. "I don't like her."
I don't like Chut either. The Indonesian maid is as big and rude and ugly as hell; she could pass for Shrek's part in Shrek musical audition - if they ever had one.
Moreover, our foodstuff always disappear mysteriously from the refridgerator ever since Chut worked for us. The last straw was when the chocolates Dad sent from Australia went missing and the wrappers were inexplicably found under the kitchen sink two days later. Ever since that tragic day, Big Sis Nur, Stefan and I often find ways to make Mama fire Chut to avenge Dad's chocolates.
I get the creeps going to the perfume counter. Some 'pretty boys' - don't get me wrong, I write them down as pretty here because Big Sis Nur refers to them that way - were attending the counter with "that surrounding aura that makes women grow envious" - again, this is what Big Sis Nur told me at that time and I have no idea what she meant. A few minutes later, the 'pretty boys' were fighting arms and legs to get me buy perfume from one of them, much to Big Sis Nur's dismay since she's the one who wanted to buy the perfume.
"Amel, loose the hair. God, you're just attracting weirdos with your girly looks!" the 26-year old whined aloud in French so that only I could understand her. The 'pretty boys' at the counter looked at us confused.
Cut off my luxurious mane? No way, hose'... an aristocrat has to defend his pride. Big Sis Nur can keep her bossiness for other things, but not Amel's hair.
Legs are becoming numb. How do these women get to keep on walking for so many hours in those high heels?
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Back at home, I made a raya greeting card using the zombie character from my short film 'DENDAM ZOMBIE LAPAR' and uploaded it in Flickr:
I know, it's a rare sight. You can even use it for Halloween later.
If zombies aren't your thing, then you can download your e-greeting cards at Harirayapuasa.com; they have great designs for Hari Raya greetings. Click here to get your card.
Whew... I'm beat. It has been an ordeal shopping in Kuala Lumpur with Mama and Big Sis Nur. But at least I get a new pair of Baju Melayu... and in my choice of colour! Whoohoo, yeah!
"PUASA & RAYA" BY SENARIO is playing in my mind today.
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