Small Small World
Well, I was thinking of starting a new series of my journey today, but I changed my mind. Rather, I would write something totally unrelated to neither food nor journey, as inspired by KennySia's post.
Kuching - a city in Malaysia, full of nature, and yet modernised enough to let you live comfortably. I love this city, though the swift changes of these years, kind of giving me some cultural shocks.
However, one thing remains unchange - the habits of Kuchingese like to mind other people business, which sometimes have crossed the boader line. Their curiosity somewhat like to be applied to unappropriate place.
When I just started this blog, I have pondered for quite some time what kind of form I wanna make it into. Finally, I decided to make it a safe play. A play that wouldn't hurt myself, neither my family. I know, blogsphere is a world too open to any type of homo sapiens, including those who like to throw stone when one fell into a well. It is weird, but it is true that the world's today is full of people who waiting to see some tragedies of other people.
My family is nothing rich nor famous in Kuching. Regardless of that, my movement in Kuching has never been full of freedom. People like to be a spy for free... to tell my family what I am doing. This might sound funny, but it is true. Kuching, is a "big" city, and yet, it is such a small place for me.
Let me give you a couple examples on how passionate these people were.
Story 1 :
When I was in my high school time... there was one day I was in rush to go home. I drove kind of fast. After 5 min, the moment I reached home, mum was showing me a raged face.
"Someone just gave me a phone call." Mum suddenly said.
"??" Definitely I don't have any idea what she was trying to tell me.
"That person told me you were driving very fast. More than 100km per hr, nearby the 3rd mile roundabout. Is it true?" Mum asked.
Who is that KPC? Right, I was driving quite fast, I couldn't deny that. But 100 km per hr?? That person must be a very good speed measurer for knowing the speed I had, when I myself didn't even know.
Eventually, I was forbiddened by my mum to drive more than 80km per hr for a few months.
"If I ever hear people telling me you are driving fast again, you will be forbiddened to drive the car."
Great!! KPC... you happy now?
Story 2 :
Before I went to West Malaysia for my university life. One day, a friend that went to work in Singapore called me.
"Fish Fish, you got to tell me the truth. I have something very important to ask you." I was very happy to get her phone. But was wondering at the same time what was she trying to ask me. She sound so serious.
"Rumour was saying you are going out frequently with a boy. They said he is your boyfriend wor~ Is it true?" For sure her question shocked me.
"Going out with a boy?? My boyfriend??" Muahahahhaha!!! I couldn't help but laugh at her ridiculous anxiety on such a nonsense rumour. You think my mum will allow???
Finally, I figured out who was the person they were refering too. Too bad, she is a gal. One of my girl friend who likes to wear like tomboy that time. Man~ luckily the rumour didn't go into my mum's ears. I was strictly forbiddened to "pak tor" until I finished my undergraduate. She would be in hysteria if she heard this.
Hmm... I wonder why didn't they make the story into more bombastic... "Oh... Fish Fish is with a lezbo!!" That would make the story a hotter one. :)
Ok, I'm lazy to tell the other version of the "concern" I get when I was in Kuching. I still love the city very much. But getting out from there, actually making me feel not being watched.
My daddy and mummy have been very strict to me. Even till today, they are still strict, regardless of this daughter of them getting to be qualified to be called "andatua". Kekeke... U think I am exaggerating? Haha!! Just ask my friends that are closed to me.
So away from Kuching, meaning I have my own freedom. I don't have to follow my time curfew of going home as fixed by them.
It is a very good feeling to go back to Kuching for a total relax time. Somehow, it is a funny phenomenon sometimes, when on the street...
"Oh~ fish fish, you came back to Kuching. So, how is your Japan's life? Still studying?" I actually will be greeted passionately by some "strangers". Surprised me more is how come she (yes, most of them are ladies) knows I am in Japan? It turned up they are my family's friend... or my friends' parents. It was actually a very embarassing moment as I didn't know their name, so I have to greet bad with a very general way. I may have only seen them once, but it was amazing they have very good memories.
Hohoho!! Should I be happy my face is not easily forgotten?
Now you know why my post seldom put "grey" or "weird" things? Not that I dun have my unhappy and sad moments... just that I don't tend to put them in here much. Except when it is something that I was really frustrated, providing I don't reveal the whole thing.
Months ago, a long time friend of mine, took the thing in this blog too serious... that she wrote "Thanks for stepping into my life before" as ending for our very long time friendship. What can I say? It was extremely painful for me. But that was her choice.
*iish* Better stop liao~