Of Mats and Minahs

again..

mats and minahs attracted my attention again today..

not that i saw them.. but had a conversation about them..

i had always wondered why would anyone be a mat or minah.. lack of fashion knowledge or lack of cash to buy something nice?

and they have a certain kinda look.. like those that dont pass off as attractive as the rest of the population, they end up being in that clan.. i dont think i had met even one pretty minah..

eh.. i did see 2 mats just now.. one with red hair.. at the something-link near tampines interchange..

damn.. i wonder still.. why be one?

so i had a conversation at Coffee Bean, at Century Square.. of some of her friends who are of that particular CONCEPT..

seems like itz not a matter of choice.. they just happen to be one..

and to slack around under the block doing nothing, and budgeting their expenses.. i think i'd rather stay home and whine if i am that broke..

lemme try to recall my encounters with mats and minahs..

the most recent one is with the girl who was auditioned to be our keyboardist.. she said that she can play they piano.. and so it was assumed that she can switch over to keyboards with enough practice..

and she claimed to be a Rudegirl.. and i was like.. wahh.. ok.. a rudie who plays the keyboards.. good.. now we dont need to teach the theory of ska music to her..

so i met her for the first time in Tampines to pass the songs to her for her to learn..

and i was like.. erkz.. damn.. she dont look like a rudegirl.. she's a minah!

and thus she was called Shaminah.. instead of her actual name, Shamimi..

she jammed with us several times.. and we decided that she wasnt cut out for it.. maybe in other bands lar.. but not ours.. for reasons that i shall not disclose..

and her bf.. a mat.. looks like a mat. talks like a mat. walks like a mat.

ok.. another encounter..

with a girl that had chatted with me on msn for quite a while..

and so when it comes to a time that we were supposed to have dinner.. she came down with her friend, and then we met her brother and some friends.. so we all sat together..

and i was suffocated by the presence of mats and minahs.. i couldnt understand their conversation, and i cant stand the sight of them..

so i cut the meeting short.. though one of them was still intrigued by my occupation.. i should just tell them to go to the airport to talk to cabin crew if they really need to talk to one..

sorry dude.. ur conversations are just not of my frequency.. no matter how hard i try to tune to urs, i just couldnt appreciate ur line of thoughts..

many years back.. when i was 17.. i used to have a gf for 3 days with a minah.. damn funny..

and so i asked for a breakup 3 days later..

i went down to her house for hari raya with some of my friends.. and we witnessed her parents smoking heroin in the kitchen..

and so thatz how they fucked up their lives.. by having fucked up parents..

so are mats and minahs really misfits of the Malay society?

i could forgive someone who had been a drug addict, or a thief..

but being a Mat?

gawddammit..

ok.. enough of rantings abt them today..

backtrackking time..

came back from night shift yesterday and slept thru the day..

woke up in the evening.. and went out for dinner with my parents and wily at Changi Village..

ok.. itz a nice place for briyani dam, and the satay there is good.. so if u guys run short of ideas for a makan place.. thatz a good place to go..

$17 for 4 plates of briyani and suji.. and filled the 4 of us to a point of contentment..

the same amount of money.. in Japan, would be for a small bowl of tempura-don, which can fill u for 15 minutes before u start thinking about food again..

after dinner, me and wily headed down to El Sheikh.. was supposed to meet my niece, Aisha there.. but she couldnt make it again.. Alwi and Farouk joined us shortly..

headed down for supper at Salihin, and met 2 friends of Alwi, Emmanuel and Arshad.. and sat there talking abt everything, till abt 2am..

therez a cat that gave birth right in front of my house.. just next to my bedroom window.. so i was up the whole night listening to the kitten cry..



cute kan?

but too bad lar.. i dont think i'd be keeping anymore cats.. so i have to force myself to refrain from having any interactions with the cats..

went out at abt 4pm just now.. headed down to the airport to collect my biometrics passport..

fetched my mom at 5.45, and after sending her home, went down to Tampines Mall and Century Square and sat at Coffee Bean chatting with her..

saw Efnie, Mima's friend passing by.. i dont think i could coz i saw her only once before..

and met up with my friend Siska.. after so long not seeing her.. ah.. Siska.. u look the same too.. masih macam budak kecik..

i got myself a Jabra bluetooth headset yesterday at Changi Village.. at one of the handphone shops there..

i'm in love with it..

thatz it for the updates.. better go now coz i need to wake up at 6am for my last morning shift of my reservist this year..

ok dok.. wa blah dulu..