Land of orangutans, knees and pink bananas
i'm well into the second week of my infinite holiday. the first week was spent bringing joey to "touristy" spots so that she can support the local fashion and textile industry. four days of trudging shopping malls can make anyone crazy, especially if the person in question is desperately saving $$ for her trip to HK.
back to the main topic, this is my third day in sabah, my beloved birthplace, with my mom. we went straight to the Imigration Office the minute our plane touched down in kota kinabalu to do my passport. apparently, there's a really stupid law that states all east malaysians have to go back to whatever ulu hilltops they came down from to make their passports. does that mean sabahans and sarawakians are not malaysians? why do we have to return to our respective birth state to make a Malaysian passport?
anyway, as i sat down to wait for my turn in the Immigration office, i felt a REALLY strong vibration... the entire row of plastic chairs were shaking. wahlau... is there a volcano erupting from Kalimantan this time? but no, it's a stupid boy sitting at the edge who was shaking his knees so hard that it caused the entire chair bench to vibrate.
i turned to stare at him with the meanest look i could muster. he's probably 18 or so, i called him "boy" because i'm legally an (unemployed) adult now, so i'm allowed to scold any puny kid i like. he ignored me, and continued shaking his knees blissfully until my mom, who was sitting 6 chairs away from him, could feel the strong vibrations. i decided to bear with him for a few more minutes considering that we are fellow sabahans and all... toast to goodwill and world peace.
20 minutes later, the tremor is reaching 8.5 on the richter scale.... why won't the stupid boy get tired or something? feeling extremely pissed now, i finally told him to stop shaking his bloody knees or i'll castrate him. okay okay i was just kidding bout the castration part... but i wished i had though. he seemed pretty embarassed and put his legs under control at last.
things was peaceful for a while, until i felt another wave of vibrations. wtf??? this time it was coming from the boy's mother. she was sitting directly behind her son, continuously shaking her knees so hard until it kept banging the chair bench in front of her. *roll eyes* i really wonder where the stupid boy got his manners from. i stole a look at the father who was sitting in an adjacent row, he's also sub-consciously shaking his knees away.
there u go... the strange family of the shaking knees *phew*. if u ever catch me doing that, do me a favour by slapping me.
yesterday my uncle brought me to a pasar in donggongon. it's really clean and odour-free compared to the pasars we have here. being the "sua ku" that i am, i took a few pics of fruits and veges that i've never seen. and i actually came across a stall selling pink bananas... for real! if i'm not mistaken, its called pisang temagak.
back to the main topic, this is my third day in sabah, my beloved birthplace, with my mom. we went straight to the Imigration Office the minute our plane touched down in kota kinabalu to do my passport. apparently, there's a really stupid law that states all east malaysians have to go back to whatever ulu hilltops they came down from to make their passports. does that mean sabahans and sarawakians are not malaysians? why do we have to return to our respective birth state to make a Malaysian passport?
anyway, as i sat down to wait for my turn in the Immigration office, i felt a REALLY strong vibration... the entire row of plastic chairs were shaking. wahlau... is there a volcano erupting from Kalimantan this time? but no, it's a stupid boy sitting at the edge who was shaking his knees so hard that it caused the entire chair bench to vibrate.
i turned to stare at him with the meanest look i could muster. he's probably 18 or so, i called him "boy" because i'm legally an (unemployed) adult now, so i'm allowed to scold any puny kid i like. he ignored me, and continued shaking his knees blissfully until my mom, who was sitting 6 chairs away from him, could feel the strong vibrations. i decided to bear with him for a few more minutes considering that we are fellow sabahans and all... toast to goodwill and world peace.
20 minutes later, the tremor is reaching 8.5 on the richter scale.... why won't the stupid boy get tired or something? feeling extremely pissed now, i finally told him to stop shaking his bloody knees or i'll castrate him. okay okay i was just kidding bout the castration part... but i wished i had though. he seemed pretty embarassed and put his legs under control at last.
things was peaceful for a while, until i felt another wave of vibrations. wtf??? this time it was coming from the boy's mother. she was sitting directly behind her son, continuously shaking her knees so hard until it kept banging the chair bench in front of her. *roll eyes* i really wonder where the stupid boy got his manners from. i stole a look at the father who was sitting in an adjacent row, he's also sub-consciously shaking his knees away.
there u go... the strange family of the shaking knees *phew*. if u ever catch me doing that, do me a favour by slapping me.
yesterday my uncle brought me to a pasar in donggongon. it's really clean and odour-free compared to the pasars we have here. being the "sua ku" that i am, i took a few pics of fruits and veges that i've never seen. and i actually came across a stall selling pink bananas... for real! if i'm not mistaken, its called pisang temagak.
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