Friday, November 26, 2010
JUST WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO THE PRETTY YOUNG THING WHO FOR A SHORT WHILE USED TO CALL ME SAYANG
Just what indeed and I wondered on and on as I have literally exhausted all means to contact her, not that I want to chide her but asks for her companionship if only for the brief teh tarik chat or just for the mobile phone small talk and brief exchange of niceties the likes of “How’s things been going for her and her health and so on and so forth”. I could not be angry, for long and I wasn’t even in the first place. And it was for the sweet little conversations that I endured the truncated relationship that was.
Perhaps the everyday routine of one’s day to day happenings or the mundane going- on of one’s insignificant existence that prompts one to seek to inhale doses of fresh air; little that one knows that the invigorating respite was laced with some toxic gas also.
To refresh a bit, perhaps, I met the girl in a posh karaoke that a long time buddy invited to join him singing joyously, karaoke fashion. Thinking that I was a notable or a Dato’ that Ella warmed up to me in spite my old schoolmate who was the one paying for the entire evening out. There were the other hostesses that arrived with her but she zoomed in on me: weather beaten face, gray hair and all. She mentioned that I looked distinguished and high society. I told her that I was not at all of those and also having very less of the greenbacks or the Agong Notes but she just smiled and conjecturing perchance that I was just pulling her legs and somewhat testing her and for what: beats the shit out of me!
She was in fact stalking and for middle aged buffoons who would readily underwrite some fixed costs that she has to monthly bears. I totally did not expect that detailed equation on her part as my thoughts on her are just like a little girl lost and trying to find her way in the unending maze that makes one’s life journey. I was viewing myself as a street wise philosopher even though utterly stupid and naïve albeit having spent nearly half a century breathing diesel fumes upon transient earth.
Little that I know that she was the one trained professionally and along the main thoroughfares of bustling Kuala Lumpur. Not that she is a street walker but euphemistically borrowing terms denoting her as a well educated scholar and from the much clichéd and cynical: University Of Hard Knocks!
Sitting beside me in the plush karaoke chamber, she slowly but surely and also subtle like cajoles and mesmerizes with her little narrative of not being able to sync with young people her age, be they girls or boys. But wonderfully can communicate with middle aged folks or that was what she related. Quizzing her on my age, she said 60 and I jokingly appeared shocked and told her that she was a bit off the mark if only for ten years less. Oh 50, she says, why you are even younger and her beaming face at that juncture convinces me more of her earnest postulations.
My little heart flustered, was so taken by her subliminal gesticulations that I became infatuated. The emotions were so strong and I haven’t felt the like for so long that I thought I had forgotten the sentiment. Here, a pretty young thing talking such of an ageing person and her body language confirms so, that she too likes me; how foolish I was not knowing that people can learn acting and not only from academies but from knowledgeable friends as well!
The evening continued and hovering upon heaven ever more, I was further tantalized by her exuberance, her bubbly disposition and her sincere statements or so I thought. But what can one hopefully expect at the end of which if not for the contact numbers that she willingly gave and not one but two and mine that she took and for reference she said.
Having doubts as to how things could work out but gung ho nonetheless and thinking that I am the older person and presumably wiser in the dating game and should be able to aptly manage some delicate situations, I gave her a holler. She answered and immediately called me dear or Sayang. Completely taken by surprise I answered by giggling like a silly school girl and could not answer for a second or two and my long while characteristic stammer beginning to appear. She lovingly inquired whether I, stammer, I answered, used to but was completely stunned as to why it suddenly came.
She laughed but not mockingly but very romantic like. I was on high heaven and completely unaware of where I was at that particular moment. I was in the car of course and parked at the side of the road, far from the house and the old missus; just me, my hand phone and the newly found love of my life at the other end.
Wow! I must admit, it was truly fantastic, the long ago presentiments coming back that I felt young once more. Kept on glancing at the mirror and saw the creases, the dark marks upon the face, the lines and the silver streaks of hair but somehow oblivious to them all but noticed surreal like the dashing and youthful and debonair and handsome countenance of an energetic 25 year old male person.
I was beginning to lose my mind and things later on just did not help as I went for dates with her but mostly lunch. It was during these outings that she spoke more of herself and her little problems. And of the phone bills late at being settled and the car installments held a month or two back. Did not really hear when she mentioned her late monthly rentals but said I was willing to underwrite her hand phone bills. She said you are a dear and gave me a truly exceptional sweet smile to die for. I volunteered doing that or paying her mobile phone bills and continued doing so for nearly half a year. Luckily the bills were always about 300 Ringgit the entire duration and I was mostly paying for that magical amount.
All I got was a slight pecker but that was enough for helpless me. I could have gotten more, a hug maybe or a long slurpy kiss or a bonk even, if only I would agree to pay for her quite others- fixed monthly costs- and her expensive shopping sprees. That was the holy or rather unholy formula and I knew about them all along but still persisted with the unsavory arrangement.
You know why? Because of the caring thoughts and affectionate remarks she gave and examples like: the early morning calls and lovingly greeting me with sweet and soft words of had breakfast already? Or the numerous SMSs full of loving words of Love You Sayang! Kiss-Kiss! Take care! Call You Tomorrow or Call Me When You have Reached Home or Missing You Very Much and See You and on the prearranged lunch date and so on and so forth but always wonderfully nice and caring words. Not to discount the numerous calls during the day and night reminding me to take my medicines or just simple greetings of Good Mornings, Evenings and Afternoons. Being Middle-Aged and kind of lonely, I was completely taken over. Was utterly and completely, ‘tender or rather pussy trapped’. Just a passing remark as I did not even touch that particular female organ of hers!
Given time or that she could not play act anymore that things just sort of fizzled out; at pains perchance to persist in the little act that she began to show her consternation in that there were no more sayangs to her truly short phone calls. It’s not that I too feel the same but that I long for her soft words more and more. But being much older and wiser or that should be the case, I kept it all within me but my heart wanting to burst out all the time. She reminded of her phone bills by messaging mostly and will without fail thanked me after I have paid the amount and this time she included the Sayang word.
Literally I do feel pain in my heart at what’s transpiring at the last passage of this sorry affair and told her so. She said not to think too much about it and not to listen to people. What other people came to mind as there weren’t the other people as the matter is only privy to me and her. Suspicions abound and I came to the conclusion that there are other middle-aged male buffoons that she manipulated if only to commit to her monthly expenses. Mind You she was also prudent enough to include insurance policies to her entire portfolio.
Finally I just could not be complicit to her shenanigans any more and related such to her. She replied in a huff and said only OK and hung up. That was my last communication with her as my following albeit intermittent calls went perpetually unanswered. However I do feel some longing especially the little chats like we had before. Apart from everything else she was always a good listener and a equally proficient talker. It was really nice having a chit chat with her. Thinking that she would just let things go and would not mind chatting and for old times sake I inquired about any which way to contact her but the opportunity did not arises, until I happened to bump into Marina, her good friend.
Marina was quite surprised to see me but she still remembered and quite well really, however it was only a few months and much less than a year ago that we met but she was courteous and very sporting that she immediately hollered papa the moment she noticed me. Most, younger friends call me papa short for papalados, my blog name or papa zul and they include Marina. Only Ella calls me sayang or Bro, depending on her mood and at that particular point in time, perhaps.
Do not know whether Marina is still in contact with Ella then but eventually, I did, ask about Ella to her saying that I haven’t been seeing nor talking for sometime and asked Marina whether she had recently met up with her. Marina replied in the negative and informed also of her having the same problem of trying to communicate with her but unable to. Ella’s phone number cannot be contacted.
With a sad note she reiterated of her long relationship with Ella and was very surprised at Ella’s refusal to answer her calls and convey the specific reason or reasons for her doing so. Frustrated at the situation, Marina even called Ella’s husband, my jaw dropped and for a time I could not even speak. Husband I asked? Yes! Said; Marina, don’t you know? No! I said and not at all that I know of. Well she is married Marina continued but as a second wife and to a Notable, meaning that Ella is a Notable’s wife and she is a D.....n!
Why would D.....k allowed D....n to ply the nocturnal route or go station herself in a posh karaoke. Marina replied that Ella does not want to excessively burden her husband and the extra pocket money helps her so. Knowing very well that Ella can at times be headstrong, stubborn and impetuous, I wasn’t that too surprised at Marina’s of late and quite shocking revelation as regards Ella. Marina further related of Ella’s unique circumstances in that most times she is pretty much alone in her apartment with her husband visiting only in his free time. The peculiar predicaments of a second wife said Marina but appeared consoling when she continued by adamantly vociferating that she was Ella’s friend from schooldays and knew Ella to be overly independent and that she would always be able take care of herself and was wise enough to avoid any less than favorable circumstances.
I was in a daze for a good while and even declined Marina’s invitation to go sip on tehtarik at a Mamak Restaurant somewhere should I want to inquire more. No, I said, enough explanation as it was. She is somebody’s wife and it is just not proper to ask more unless there is a posting that you want a person of her caliber to fill. As such there wasn’t any to that effect and might as well I go home to mull things over.
Actually all the emotions inside have been pacified having faced the period of time that Ella totally avoided me. Somehow I have regained my sanity but still wanted to have chats with her and on a platonic and buddy-buddy level only. She was a good friend indeed and nice to talk to, the fact was. And upon reflecting she was like what Marina said, overly independent and knows how to take care of herself. I love her for herself and not for any specific time even cavorted with her. She was like a niece or a daughter- even- as she was young enough to be so. And in a long winded way she did make an old man happy and young once again! Ella wherever you are, do wish you and hubby the best. Take Care and Happiness and Bliss always. Salam.
Perhaps the everyday routine of one’s day to day happenings or the mundane going- on of one’s insignificant existence that prompts one to seek to inhale doses of fresh air; little that one knows that the invigorating respite was laced with some toxic gas also.
To refresh a bit, perhaps, I met the girl in a posh karaoke that a long time buddy invited to join him singing joyously, karaoke fashion. Thinking that I was a notable or a Dato’ that Ella warmed up to me in spite my old schoolmate who was the one paying for the entire evening out. There were the other hostesses that arrived with her but she zoomed in on me: weather beaten face, gray hair and all. She mentioned that I looked distinguished and high society. I told her that I was not at all of those and also having very less of the greenbacks or the Agong Notes but she just smiled and conjecturing perchance that I was just pulling her legs and somewhat testing her and for what: beats the shit out of me!
She was in fact stalking and for middle aged buffoons who would readily underwrite some fixed costs that she has to monthly bears. I totally did not expect that detailed equation on her part as my thoughts on her are just like a little girl lost and trying to find her way in the unending maze that makes one’s life journey. I was viewing myself as a street wise philosopher even though utterly stupid and naïve albeit having spent nearly half a century breathing diesel fumes upon transient earth.
Little that I know that she was the one trained professionally and along the main thoroughfares of bustling Kuala Lumpur. Not that she is a street walker but euphemistically borrowing terms denoting her as a well educated scholar and from the much clichéd and cynical: University Of Hard Knocks!
Sitting beside me in the plush karaoke chamber, she slowly but surely and also subtle like cajoles and mesmerizes with her little narrative of not being able to sync with young people her age, be they girls or boys. But wonderfully can communicate with middle aged folks or that was what she related. Quizzing her on my age, she said 60 and I jokingly appeared shocked and told her that she was a bit off the mark if only for ten years less. Oh 50, she says, why you are even younger and her beaming face at that juncture convinces me more of her earnest postulations.
My little heart flustered, was so taken by her subliminal gesticulations that I became infatuated. The emotions were so strong and I haven’t felt the like for so long that I thought I had forgotten the sentiment. Here, a pretty young thing talking such of an ageing person and her body language confirms so, that she too likes me; how foolish I was not knowing that people can learn acting and not only from academies but from knowledgeable friends as well!
The evening continued and hovering upon heaven ever more, I was further tantalized by her exuberance, her bubbly disposition and her sincere statements or so I thought. But what can one hopefully expect at the end of which if not for the contact numbers that she willingly gave and not one but two and mine that she took and for reference she said.
Having doubts as to how things could work out but gung ho nonetheless and thinking that I am the older person and presumably wiser in the dating game and should be able to aptly manage some delicate situations, I gave her a holler. She answered and immediately called me dear or Sayang. Completely taken by surprise I answered by giggling like a silly school girl and could not answer for a second or two and my long while characteristic stammer beginning to appear. She lovingly inquired whether I, stammer, I answered, used to but was completely stunned as to why it suddenly came.
She laughed but not mockingly but very romantic like. I was on high heaven and completely unaware of where I was at that particular moment. I was in the car of course and parked at the side of the road, far from the house and the old missus; just me, my hand phone and the newly found love of my life at the other end.
Wow! I must admit, it was truly fantastic, the long ago presentiments coming back that I felt young once more. Kept on glancing at the mirror and saw the creases, the dark marks upon the face, the lines and the silver streaks of hair but somehow oblivious to them all but noticed surreal like the dashing and youthful and debonair and handsome countenance of an energetic 25 year old male person.
I was beginning to lose my mind and things later on just did not help as I went for dates with her but mostly lunch. It was during these outings that she spoke more of herself and her little problems. And of the phone bills late at being settled and the car installments held a month or two back. Did not really hear when she mentioned her late monthly rentals but said I was willing to underwrite her hand phone bills. She said you are a dear and gave me a truly exceptional sweet smile to die for. I volunteered doing that or paying her mobile phone bills and continued doing so for nearly half a year. Luckily the bills were always about 300 Ringgit the entire duration and I was mostly paying for that magical amount.
All I got was a slight pecker but that was enough for helpless me. I could have gotten more, a hug maybe or a long slurpy kiss or a bonk even, if only I would agree to pay for her quite others- fixed monthly costs- and her expensive shopping sprees. That was the holy or rather unholy formula and I knew about them all along but still persisted with the unsavory arrangement.
You know why? Because of the caring thoughts and affectionate remarks she gave and examples like: the early morning calls and lovingly greeting me with sweet and soft words of had breakfast already? Or the numerous SMSs full of loving words of Love You Sayang! Kiss-Kiss! Take care! Call You Tomorrow or Call Me When You have Reached Home or Missing You Very Much and See You and on the prearranged lunch date and so on and so forth but always wonderfully nice and caring words. Not to discount the numerous calls during the day and night reminding me to take my medicines or just simple greetings of Good Mornings, Evenings and Afternoons. Being Middle-Aged and kind of lonely, I was completely taken over. Was utterly and completely, ‘tender or rather pussy trapped’. Just a passing remark as I did not even touch that particular female organ of hers!
Given time or that she could not play act anymore that things just sort of fizzled out; at pains perchance to persist in the little act that she began to show her consternation in that there were no more sayangs to her truly short phone calls. It’s not that I too feel the same but that I long for her soft words more and more. But being much older and wiser or that should be the case, I kept it all within me but my heart wanting to burst out all the time. She reminded of her phone bills by messaging mostly and will without fail thanked me after I have paid the amount and this time she included the Sayang word.
Literally I do feel pain in my heart at what’s transpiring at the last passage of this sorry affair and told her so. She said not to think too much about it and not to listen to people. What other people came to mind as there weren’t the other people as the matter is only privy to me and her. Suspicions abound and I came to the conclusion that there are other middle-aged male buffoons that she manipulated if only to commit to her monthly expenses. Mind You she was also prudent enough to include insurance policies to her entire portfolio.
Finally I just could not be complicit to her shenanigans any more and related such to her. She replied in a huff and said only OK and hung up. That was my last communication with her as my following albeit intermittent calls went perpetually unanswered. However I do feel some longing especially the little chats like we had before. Apart from everything else she was always a good listener and a equally proficient talker. It was really nice having a chit chat with her. Thinking that she would just let things go and would not mind chatting and for old times sake I inquired about any which way to contact her but the opportunity did not arises, until I happened to bump into Marina, her good friend.
Marina was quite surprised to see me but she still remembered and quite well really, however it was only a few months and much less than a year ago that we met but she was courteous and very sporting that she immediately hollered papa the moment she noticed me. Most, younger friends call me papa short for papalados, my blog name or papa zul and they include Marina. Only Ella calls me sayang or Bro, depending on her mood and at that particular point in time, perhaps.
Do not know whether Marina is still in contact with Ella then but eventually, I did, ask about Ella to her saying that I haven’t been seeing nor talking for sometime and asked Marina whether she had recently met up with her. Marina replied in the negative and informed also of her having the same problem of trying to communicate with her but unable to. Ella’s phone number cannot be contacted.
With a sad note she reiterated of her long relationship with Ella and was very surprised at Ella’s refusal to answer her calls and convey the specific reason or reasons for her doing so. Frustrated at the situation, Marina even called Ella’s husband, my jaw dropped and for a time I could not even speak. Husband I asked? Yes! Said; Marina, don’t you know? No! I said and not at all that I know of. Well she is married Marina continued but as a second wife and to a Notable, meaning that Ella is a Notable’s wife and she is a D.....n!
Why would D.....k allowed D....n to ply the nocturnal route or go station herself in a posh karaoke. Marina replied that Ella does not want to excessively burden her husband and the extra pocket money helps her so. Knowing very well that Ella can at times be headstrong, stubborn and impetuous, I wasn’t that too surprised at Marina’s of late and quite shocking revelation as regards Ella. Marina further related of Ella’s unique circumstances in that most times she is pretty much alone in her apartment with her husband visiting only in his free time. The peculiar predicaments of a second wife said Marina but appeared consoling when she continued by adamantly vociferating that she was Ella’s friend from schooldays and knew Ella to be overly independent and that she would always be able take care of herself and was wise enough to avoid any less than favorable circumstances.
I was in a daze for a good while and even declined Marina’s invitation to go sip on tehtarik at a Mamak Restaurant somewhere should I want to inquire more. No, I said, enough explanation as it was. She is somebody’s wife and it is just not proper to ask more unless there is a posting that you want a person of her caliber to fill. As such there wasn’t any to that effect and might as well I go home to mull things over.
Actually all the emotions inside have been pacified having faced the period of time that Ella totally avoided me. Somehow I have regained my sanity but still wanted to have chats with her and on a platonic and buddy-buddy level only. She was a good friend indeed and nice to talk to, the fact was. And upon reflecting she was like what Marina said, overly independent and knows how to take care of herself. I love her for herself and not for any specific time even cavorted with her. She was like a niece or a daughter- even- as she was young enough to be so. And in a long winded way she did make an old man happy and young once again! Ella wherever you are, do wish you and hubby the best. Take Care and Happiness and Bliss always. Salam.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
THE UNBEATEN PATH TO PUTRAJAYA!
Jibby’s down with the bug since arriving from overseas, could be chicken pox but a good rest he needs. Yet Rosie was the one busy with his engagements but social mostly and not official and those that he is supposed to attend but could not due to the unexpected little ailment. Net’s been busy with speculating and not less albeit naughtily insinuating at Rosie’s unprecedented actions because Muhyiddin the number two is supposedly to announce or grace any functions that Jibby cannot and for the time being. Wonder why Rosie’s the one very busy. Could be that she does not trust anyone quite outside her trusted circle along with Jibby being bed ridden or that she is very wary of her enemies from within. The Politicking innermost is what she is really afraid of, what’s with everybody and not only number two that is going for the jugular. Of course number two too has his clique and questions on who are his mighty allies that Netizens are earnestly discussing about. Tony is asked to lie low for now and he is complying as such but when will he just spring up and blast away. Could be very soon as this afternoon but then again he could be playing for opportune time. The Power Play inside the ruling consociation is just too interesting and not that the politicking in the main opposing association is less but in fact more stark and blatant; the two contending deputies and one is widely rumored to be strong with the Grand Dragon and the inklings that they are manipulating the choosing process. But card bearing members are saying that the avenue to Putrajaya and the neo yet approvable methods is via ZI and to swerve to the old procedures even though modified a bit is down AA’s way. And quite a significant number of the main tree’s overhang is with ZI. Or that was what my sore throat in the party; one Sheikh Al Surrtandoek Al Kemamami confided in me: a seedy dangdut blogger. So none to be believed and to rely on! Rosie and partner must be feeling the extreme heat in respect of the entire civic landscape so my suspicion is that there could be a little compromise ahead but not amongst the party animals but someone big from outside. As to what this entails just beat the shit out of me but politics is still the art of the possible!
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