The Road through my Fucked Up Life.: For Sheena II

Friday, July 22, 2005

Road paved on 1:56 AM |

For Sheena II

Since she said I don’t appreciate her calling me.

It was strange. Suddenly out of nowhere, she called me. Can’t recognize the voice at first, she sounded so much like Thomas, so Thomas either sounds like a girl, or Sheena sounds like a guy. I asked her to call me again and she did. Then I noticed the Sarawak code and guessed that it was Sheena.

Now why did she call me? Apparently because she was bored and had no problem wasting money. She’s calling from Sarawak to my KL handphone line. Talk about being rich. If I am bored and that much money too spare, I’ll get myself a PSP.

Elena: What would your dad say?
Sheena: He won’t say anything. It’s my mom.

So we were talking general stuff, like what are you doing? How’s the holidays… bla bla bla… Then she told me she read my blog and sea cucumbers came up again.

Elena: I bet you don’t like snails too, because they are slimy, subtle and evil.
Sheena: Yup… that’s true. I only eat dumb animals like chicken, kind animals like cows and cute little pigs.
Elena: I forgot you like cute little pigs.
Sheena: It’s a wonder why I haven’t eaten you yet.
Elena: You are comparing me to a cute little pig?

Then more bla bla bla….
I’m not used to having some people calling me out of nowhere, not a girl that I have no idea how to talk with. I’m not really a typical girl who will just gossip on the phone (I’m sure Sheena isn’t one), or a girl who would gush over some clothes that she saw in the mall (I think Sheena isn’t someone like tat too).

I can talk very long on the phone, that is if there is some interesting topic to talk about… I spent two hours on the phone with a friend while we played FFIX together. I spent an hour just babbling about books and comics with Kanishah. I spent a whole hour throwing insults at Raymond… Not that I’m saying that there’s nothing interesting about Sheena, its just that what can I talk with a girl who wants to eat me! Haha. Actually, I was too taken back by that sudden call to think of topics to talk about.

Then when I, on this side of the South China Sea was prying my head for some more topics for conversation, she dropped a bomb shell on me.

Elena: Are you sure it’s not a joke?
Sheena: Of course not. Why do you ask?
Elena: Somehow I feel that you are kidding me.
Sheena: What? Do you think I’m such a person who would be so insincere, well, yes I am, but that’s beside the point.
Elena: Okok…

And we went on to talk about something… just small talk, talks that flew over my head.

Elena: I still don’t get why are you calling me.
Sheena: Why cannot? Because you are my friend.
Elena: Really? Seriously, why did you call? Why me?
Sheena: As I was saying, I read your blog and so decided to call you.
Elena: Why not Ken Jay?
Sheena: Well, I could call him… but…
Elena: Haha, cos I feel that it is not as simple as that.
Sheena: I was just going to say that you are my friend…
Elena: Never mind, just forget what I just said.
Sheena: Smart choice. Your birthday is coming up.
Elena: Haha, yup, the exact thought was passing thru my mind. I still want presents from Sheena. Sheena: Yes, you insult me after your birthday ok.

Yup. My b’day is coming up… and since it’s not some special 21st Bday or anything, I won’t be celebrating big big… just a few close friends. But I don’t mind presents. Can leave virtual presents too. I don’t mind.

Sheena’s a cool kid. I like her… she’s funny and garang sometimes, and sometimes I feel that she will just open her mouth and chomp me up in one bite.

And for her, I’m going to blog about…

Richard’s Hair and his AGONY!!!

There is this nice young medical student by the name of Richard. Now, Richard is the role model in CSU where the sisters would always praise him, saying that all males should follow after him. Well, it was just because he has what the sisters deemed as the perfect hairstyle: the typical side parting with a tad too much gel.
Now, how did Richard come upon such a hairstyle?

According to him, Richard used to have a very messy hairstyle, a hairstyle he had had since Std. 1. His mother used to cover his head with a coconut or bowl (whichever that fits) and do his hairstyle. But it never fully achieved the desired hairstyle called the Coconut Head. Instead, it looked like this:

Then in Form 5, the day before his cousin’s wedding, during the big dinner with all family members, his grandfather adamantly, right in front of all those relatives, told his father: “Edward, that hair of your son will not do! He either change it, or don’t turn up for the wedding.”

So in desperation, his father taught Richard the simplest of the ancient art of hairstyling, the hairstyle that never fails, the side-parting hairstyle. His grandfather was super happy with the hairstyle and the hairstyle sticked, maybe in his memory of his dear grandfather, or he is just too lazy to get a new one.

Anyway, this hairstyle is not a simple one to keep. To quote Richard “It’s an AGONY!!!!” Say it like it is a heart wrenching cry of anguish.

In the morning, he would wake up looking like this:

And then he would spend 30 minutes in the toilet: 15 minutes to bath and do his business (not sure what kind) and the next 15 minutes to do up his hair to make it look like this:

And he repeat with that soul-tugging cry, “It’s an AGONY!!!”

The author is pleased to report that she is a girl and she takes 10 minutes to do her business, bath and do up her hair.

It is a high time Richard got a new hair cut. After all, it has been 6 years. That hairstyle has to go!!! And maybe it will.

The end.