Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Part Onefast forward fast forward.at the immigration the person searched the whole car for me after inspecting my passport. i assume he couldnt tell i was me because i was extremely gorgeous. haha. anyways. ameera announced our official entry into johor and we spotted millions of policemen.. no wait. polis. yeah. by then i was getting over the fact that the tv in the car refused to start playing emperor's new groove. khali went round and round to find a money changer that wasnt swarmed with polis people. we watched a teeny white car being towed away. even the cat outside by the road watched. eventually khali finds one and we're ready.
fast forward fast forward.we reach this blah shopping centre place. its all brown and dimly lit and well.. iffy. we go to this altering shop to get ameera's pants shortened then we go separate ways. khali goes upstairs to the urut-ing place and the rest of us search the place for a hair salon. by this time my bum gets all itchy and im pretty excited. ameera is rebonding her hair=) we search and search and do girly talk then i notice that poor little qadir is becoming moody. well duh. he's a boy. and having two brothers of my own i must say im quite good at cheering them up. mohd can be a brat. ive had my practice. so the wonderwoman rescues qadir and at least he's not so down anymore. i lend him 'the spare phone' that mama gave me and he plays bounce contentedly. we then find a belapuk shop tt offers rebonding service but the weird lady seemed unconfident about doing ameera's wild hair. (so says khala at least. i was busy entertaining qadir. am i nice or what.) then khala decides she doesnt trust that weird woman and the prices are unreasonable anyway so we end up bowling. it was qadir's first time and he was pretty happy. faizah nearly won but khala beat her with a spare right at the last round. and qadir beat ameera so that made ameera the loser. haha. okay this part is boring. by the time we finish, khali is done at the urut-ing place so he snaps a photo of us at the alley. jakun. after this we pile back into the car and go to another shopping centre. holiday something. plaza i thinks. not important. this time i squeeze in the back with qadir. im not risking scoliosis.
fast forward fast forward.we arrive at khali's-um-brother's house i think. the point is i knew neither the man or the lady but they were nice storytelling people who told tales of khali's childhood. they spoke purely in malay so i got lost abit. i guess if i understood them properly their stories might have been funny thats why faizah and ameera were giggling gayly. i just smiled gayly. oh and i ate alot. of keropok. and a piece of this red agar-agar that ruined my fingernails. ohwell.
fast forward fast forward.after rejecting about a jillion hair salons because the people were either unfriendly or prices were unspeakable we finally hit jackpot at ps studio. qadir was reminded of his most wanted playstation. khala makes a friend out of the big guy in the salon and decides okay this place is good. ameera takes her scarf off and two men get to work. on her head. meanwhile faizah looks up at her mother and decides. i wouldnt mind doing mine either. i was apalled. "she's done it" i thought. "she's finally gone completely insane." i roll my eyes and tell her not to be mad. but she insists. she takes her scarf off too and then i lose it. she cant do her hair too!!! remove her gorgeous curls?! i hate her! how could she??? i even have my own special favourite curl! and because she has obviously made up her mind and her parents were fine with it i decide to become angry and avoid speaking with her at all. well for a while at least.
-aysha