A couple of days ago, the company I work with hosted a Hari Raya Open House event in KL. It was held at Ibunda Malay Fine Dining and looking at it from an event point of view, we all thought it was a great success.
The food was delicious, the music by ASWARA Traditional Ensemble was great and the ambience was just right – cosy and joyful. The guest of honour is our Chairman which also the Minister of Science, Technology and Innovation, Malaysia.

In conjunction with the Open House, we also had the presentation of homegrown notebook computers to needy schools and non-profit organizations such as orphanages, OKU associations etc. On that day 9 schools and organizations providentially enough would be receiving the subsidy of Government, presented by the Minister himself.

On that day the Minister being a Minister had probably 20 other invitations to attend, 15 other meetings and 10 other site visits. Haven’t we all heard the saying like “Sibuk mengalahkan Menteri”? So during our Open House, the Minister was an hour late. Although he was yet to arrived, everyone was already enjoying themselves to the huge spread of delicacies, while networking with the high-profile guests.

As usual, it was my role to emcee the event. Since the guest of honour was still not around, I walked about mingling with crowd. I stopped at one table to chat with my media friends but little that I know, a Pakcik, nicely dressed in blue Baju Melayu with songkok, looking so respectable and demure, was fuming mad!

His brows creased when he looked at me and he asked impatiently, “ TUNGGU APA LAGI NI??” . I smiled and said sorry but we need to wait for the Minister to arrive.

“PUKUL BERAPA DIA NAK SAMPAI? PUKUL 7?? SEKARANG NI DAH 5.30! SAYA NAK BALIK JAUH, SAYA NAK BALIK PERAK, DIA NI NAK BALIK KELANTAN!” he continued while pointing at another man beside him. The man didn’t dare even meet my eyes.

“Sekejap lagi, dia on the way, jalan ke Bukit Bintang memang jam sikit..” I replied honestly not making facts up.

“PERGILAH TELEFON DIA! NI DAH LAMBAT NI… ORANG NAK BALIK JAUH.. PERGILAH TELEFON… BLA BLA BLA….”

I didn’t wait for him to finish, I got up from my seat and I said “Nak buat macam mana…. Dia (the Minister) lagi besar (higher ranking) dari KITA…Kalau saya lagi besar dari dia boleh le saya marah-marah dia…”

I stopped my sentence there before I add some colorful words like “YOU”, “UNGRATEFUL”, “OLD”, BASTARD”. the Pakcik must have continued to bitch about how late he was from starting his journey home but I left and I didn’t even wanna look at his face.

For your info, the invitation said that the Open House is from 4.30pm-7.30pm. So technically the event was still going on and the Minister couldn’t be call late until it’s 7.31pm, am I right?

Also for your info, the Pakcik is a representative from one of the associations that was going to receive NOTEBOOK COMPUTERS FREE OF CHARGE! I REPEAT FREE OF CHARGE!

FROM THE MINISTRY THAT MINISTER HE BITCHED ABOUT FOR BEING LATE WHEN HE WAS NOT EVEN LATE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!

AND HE BITCHED AND HE SCOLDED US WHILE HE ATE OUR FOOD AND HE SAT ON OUR CHAIR IN THE COMFORT ON A FINE DINING RESTAURANT WITH AIR-CONDITION FULL BLAST.

Never once he said thank you. Not for inviting him to the Open House. Neither for selecting his association as the recipient of the brand new computers. Tell me dear readers, what shall I call this man?

I have settled for Orang Melayu Tak Sedar Diri.

Sekian Terima Kasih.

On a lighter note, here are some pics of me and my friends at the event.

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1. Unnecessarily jealous no-brainer.  Some women would get all green eyed of other women in communication with their husbands or boyfriends. By all means they are free to feel that way if their husband looks a teeny weeny bit liek AARON AZIZ!!! Kalau setakat muka jawa toktok gomok katik sekolah takat SRP tak payah jealous la…. Takde sapa nak ponnnn….

2. Stupid warung waiter/waitresses. I am sitting at this end of the table.. Why on earth do you have to serve food and drinks on the other end laaa??? Why? Why? Why?? Where do you keep your common sense? Celah ketiak is it? Ayoo.. very hangit ok!

3. Dementia drivers. Hello! If you have only Touch & Go card, how do you think you can go through the Smart Tag lane? Cannot bro! Cannot! The technology is not there yet. Then you have to reverse your car and do you know that queue behind you is all the way to Sg Bulohl… FROM SUNWAY TOLL!! Tampar kang nak?!

4. Mainland China mentality. Materialistic and kiasu wtf. What are these people thinking? Faking eggs using chemicals when they know they could kill people? This is Malaysia la.. this is not China! We don’t feed other poison just so we can buy Lolek watch and Fellali car.. ppfttt

5. Ignorant parents. I perfectly understand that junk food is served at kids’ birthday parties but junk food can come in three main types ie a) sugar laden type. b) no nutritional value type and c) sugar laden no nutritional value MADE IN CHINA type.

Please stop feeding your kids (AND MINE MOST IMPORTANTLY) type c because (read no. 4). Please bake your own cookies and make your own jellies to serve at these parties. Most parents like me would immediately die of choking when they see their kids eating what looks like OREO only spelled OBEO despite the identical blue color plastic wrapper. Kalau tak nak bake jugak, let me know beforehand. I am happy to sponsor Chipsmore and Ribena for your kids’ party.

Haishhh..

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To my single friends, I know you are enjoying your single life to the max. Going clubbing from night till dawn, going on holiday to Europe, Africa, Japan. Shopping for party clothes and all the other things that your married with kids friends wouldn’t buy.

Go ahead my lovelies! Go ahead! Myself and the rest of our married (especially with kids) friends are very happy for you. We wish you all the fun and success and wealth so that you can shop till you drop and travel up to the moon. It would be nice if we could go with you, but we rather not.

I said WE RATHER NOT. It’s not like we cannot afford the bling-bling accesories, the trip to Middle East and the late night partying, but our lives are different now, our source of HAPPINESS is different than yours.

So when I say “How nice you could go to Europe for a month with your girlfriends!” that’s just me doing the formality and being nice. I do want to go for a trip to Europe but not without my family! I am a Mom now, without my baby, there is no HAPPY!

So please quit saying how sorry you are that I cannot join your all singles trips and parties and shopping sprees. Please stop saying as though the married ones are losing out on life. We are not. Europe will always be there when I wanna go there, but the spouse and babies? Are you sure you are getting any?

*matilah molotz puaker*

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