Not Fun Anymore

Woke up this morning. Wallowed a bit in my bed, slept again.

Then I got up, grabbed my pillow and walked out to the living room. I landed my ass on the sofa and slept again. I have no idea why I do this.

Not long after, I heard my dad calling me. I staggered out of the house to where he was watering the plants. The sun was scorching my skin and my eyes hurt from the glares. He said something, but I couldn’t quite figure it out. Until he pointed at something lying on the grass and I went nearer to have a look.

Bloody hell……. It was my socks, torn and reduced to only half of its original glory. My lovely camouflage-patterned socks…..the most covetted of all my socks………….shit.

As usual, my dad blames me for everything happened. I’m like, of all the socks and shoes there, the obviously evil dog couldn’t take a bite from HIS socks? Ridiculous. Really, never have I once woken up to such anger. Ahhh….but it’s just a dog…..couldn’t get myself to hit it with the rotan…..it thinks I’m playing with him, holding the rotan like that. Stupid dog.

Grrr….

Anyway, I spent at least 10 hrs sitting in the car yesterday. Yep, we went to Melaka to see my bro. Oh, we also made a leeway to UM hospital to visit my aunt. She had an operation. I hope the best for her. It just seems that a lot of my aunties are down with something these days.

We arrived at Melaka at two something. My bro’s direction to his place, when asked, was “turn right when u see the petronas station, stay on the main road until u reach the endmost and turn left. After two road-bumps, u’ll see my car.”

Actually it was quite clear, but why does he describe it with the counting of road-bumps?

He brought us to Jonker street to have some durian cendol. Not bad, really. Just that I was busy giving the cold shoulder to my mom after she said things that she shouldn’t. She was being herself and I responded by being myself. Hahah… Every trip, she never fails to spoil my mood and I never fail to spoil everybody’s mood by sulking. Yeah, I know I’m 20 already, but I’ve realised recently that no matter how you have grown, you are always the brat and will still be treated as a brat in the family. The only way to react then, is to be a brat.

Then we had some sight-seeing driving around the area. Because frankly, Melaka is just one big circle and to get around, one must go in circles. So, we went to Mahkota Parade for a refuge from the hot sun. I was still sulking.

We went round and round again, looking for a parking space. Then, we strolled aimlessly and my parents saw the men’s-shoes department and my dad went anal about buying my bro a pair of new sandals cos his had a part of it chipped-away. My bro kept declining….then they would walk away from those shoes and mom would say something and the whole entourage would have to walk back there again. And he declined still.

But finally, he bought a pair from somewhere else. phew….  

It was about 5 something that we left and had satay celup at Capitol. It was apparently teh most famous satay celup that pwns all others. So I just had 4 sticks and they wolved down theirs. I didn’t bother counting theirs. But it was good, though the smell of cinnamon in the kuah kacang was a little bit over-powering. I had fun seeing how they mix some stuff and kacang into the kuah. And went it boils, it was like spurting lava.

The main aim at first was to track down the place of sotong kangkung that went on tv. It the show A Taste With Jason, or something, on Astro AEC. Located at Jln Bunga Raya, it was very famous. And the place was appalling. Honestly, it’s just a back-alley. Walking into the alley, you’ll see trash from the shops in the open, waiting to be picked-up. So we arrived, and THE stall wasn’t opened yet. Settled at THE stall’s neighbour who sells the exact same things. Strange enough, it was named Capitol also. According to Mr. Lee junior(my bro), they’re the same, just that the sauce is different. Actually, I don’t give a flying squirrel about it because I’m not crazy about cockcles, clams and any other molluscs anyway. Nevertheless, I gave them a try. Though the cockles are bloody once you open the shell, it was meant to be eaten as that. Dip it into the chilli sauce and pop it into your mouth. Texture wasn’t bad but it tastes bloody. The clams are like clams, nothing to shout about. But there’s another thing on our table. Some kind of sea-snail. I tried to be courageous, took one, removed all the entrails and filth but couldn’t put it into my mouth. It’s a snail……it’s against principles. My dad gladly took it from me. He popped it into his mouth without much thought. We didn’t give sotong kangkung a go because……. ummm….. i don’t know. Nobody brought it up that they wanted sotong kangkung anyway.

It was getting dark already and we headed back to bro’s place. We checked out his place and the usual comments flew….”oh, look how big this place is”….”shouldn’t u put ur computer on the table?” ………bla bla bla. He was renting the place with three other ppl. He even said that a snake got in recently. Cool. It was near a cemetry and nextdoor was quite unkempt.

We left Melaka at about 7.30 at night. Exitted the highway before Kuala Selangor and took the coastal road. I don’t why my dad took that route. Might be the high price for toll or the sudden need for an adventure. I half-slept the whole way. Things on the way reminded me of my childhood. Our family travelled a lot. Either balik kampung or just trips to other states for fun. Hours would be spent in the car. Most of the time my bro and I will quarrel and sometimes fight. When it gets bad, my dad will turn around and tell us to shut up or a hand will reach us and try to pinch/spank  us. Then the rest of the time, we’ll be sulking. Hahah…

Along the way, we passed some roads that we used to take. I remember having seafood at Bagan Serai where the restaurant edges over the water and if one poops, it will drop directly into sea water. My mom would tell me that fish would be waiting down there to eat ur poop. Uh huh….I guess it’s the cycle of nature. Anyway, we always frequent Kuala Selangor/Bagan Serai for seafood fixes back when we were still living in Kapar. It was teh fun. That’s why I’m champion at eating crabs. Chilli crab, black pepper or ‘kam hiong’…..they’re the best! Dunno wat’s ‘kam hiong’? Go buy me a pair of Converse peace socks with camouflage patterns and I’ll tell u.

So, we arrived safely at around 12 midnight. We should do this again.