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Two days ago I spent the whole day with my niece. We went to One Utama for lunch before going to an arts and craft shop for her monthly arty farty project. After that we went to the games arcade for her games and train ride and sand play.

All the way from the house into the car into the shopping mall she never stopped talking.

-Mak Long you know bla bla bla....I think this is great bla bla bla...You know at school bla bla bla...I'm so happy today bla bla bla...This is my lucky day bla bla bla...

She's the only person I know who will straight away tell you something after asking you "Can I tell you something?" without waiting for an answer.

Sometimes when she asks me that "Can I tell you something, Mak Long?" question, I'd simply say no to see her reaction.
-Can I tell you something, Mak Long?
-No.
-Oh. Then can I tell you another thing, Mak Long?
-No.
-Mak Long, that's not what I want to hear.

And she'll just bulldoze everyone into listening to what she has to say. It's so interesting to see how a super active imagination works. She'll just talk about anything. And everything.

So that day in One Utama at the restaurant during lunch I was hoping for some peace and quiet so that I could at least enjoy my food better. I asked her if she could stop talking for a while, at least for 10 minutes, so that we could both eat calmly.

-Err. Okay Mak Long. No talking then.

A few seconds later.

-La la la la la la la. Toot toot too. Da da da. Dum dee dum dum.
-Aina! I thought we said no talking?
-But Mak Long I was just singing to myself. Not talking to you?

I give up!

Perbualan di pagi hari

Today I wore jeans to the office. The ones with some intricate designs with beads on one leg. Ala-ala country / linedance / jenis yang aunty-aunty yang perm rambut guna perming lotion yang berbau kuat tu suka pakai. Tetapi disebabkan saya tinggi, slim dan berkaki panjang lantas ke-aunty-an bertukar menjadi cool dan hip.

As I was walking to the lecturers room, I came across some lady surface technicians cleaning the corridor in front of one of workshops. As I passed them, I noticed that they were looking at me, or rather scrutinizing me at great detail. Pandang atas bawah atas bawah. Lepas tu bercakap-cakap sesama sendiri di dalam bahasa ibunda mereka yang tidak saya fahami.

-Arugere arugere arugere arugere seluar arugere arugere.
-Arugere arugere batu-batu arugere arugere.

-Arugere arugere kalianam arugere.
-Woaa! Arugere arugere arugere tinggi arugere arugere arugere?

Perasaan ingin tahu yang terlalu membuak-buak menyebabkan saya berhenti seketika dan bertanya mereka apakah topik perbualan yang begitu hangat itu. Sampai ada yang ketawa terbahak-bahak dan ada yang membetul-betulkan bunga di sanggul. Dalam hati saya berkata "Ini mesti mengutuk aku ni."

-Waa aunty. Banyak happy pagi ni ya. Aunty borak apa tu?
-Tada la adik...itu seluar banyaaaak batu taruk atas. Banyak cantik. Kawan saya tanya ini adik mahu kalianam ka.

Gelak gelak gelak gelak...

-Aunty mau tanya sikit la.
-Boleh boleh. Apa pun boleh tanya.
-Kalianam tu apa?
-Ayoyoyo...kahwin la! Tapi adik mau cari itu abang tinggi!

Gelak gelak gelak gelak...

Oooooo...