15022010

  A day full of furniture-shopping, house-hunting and monkeying around.



This is how I started my day. By being flashed by my own sister.

Yes, you read it right. How did this happened? Well, we were running a bit late of schedule, she was trying to wake me up. But as usual, the slumberland keeps on luring me back in, not allowing me to leave that magical place. Intan decided to try again after she hit the shower. And just when I slit my eyes open, she dropped her towel and laughed. It worked, I was wide awake.

Before we, my mom, intan and i, walked out the door of our apartment in Sentul, we checked ourself out in the mirror near the door. Yes, all three of us at the same time, I guess vanity does run in our veins. And we noticed something. Intan and I dressed alike and we didn't even plan it! T-shirt, faded blue Guess jeans, matching Guess handbag, flipflop, and oversize sunnies. Intan was like, "OMG! We're NOT twins! Why do we keep on having this twin telepathy thingy? It's getting annoying." We wore the T-shirts we just bought together the other night, where mine "50% Mommy + 50% Daddy = 100% Perfect", hers "If you think I'm cute, you should see my mommy and daddy". We bought them in hope that it will please our parents and they will become more generous with us. Sneaky children, right?

Anyway, we went to Ikea in Damansara. Intan and I wanted to pull a stunt out of "500 Days of Summer" where we pretend to be living there. But the place is too darn crowded. But it didn't stop us from making a slight fool of ourself. I saw this kitchen, which I simply adored. It has this partition so that the section where you do the cooking is separated from the section where you do the preparing. They placed a, I'm not sure what you call it, kid bar? A low gate to prevent kids from entering. Yeah, that. At first, I jumped over it. Because no one was watching. Then I called Intan to come and check it out. I want her to do that sort of kitchen in her new house. Soon afterward, Mom gave Intan a ring, telling her we need to hurry up as we're running of schedule. I couldn't jump off the gate anymore, since the crowd are heading our way. Maybe I should have, instead of panicking for 15 minutes because I couldn't figure it out how to open it. Intan was laughing so hard, she didn't even lend me a hand! She even considered getting one for her room as it "not just prevent annoying kids from messing up my room, it keeps retard like you too!".

What a great sister she is, that silly old spinster, Intan Zainessa.

So, after paying up everything we took. We drove back to the apartment to pick up Baba and Zaim. This time, it's Zaim's turn to drive. We drove up to Nilai. Why? Househunting for Intan. Currently she's renting at Nilai Springs, but now that she can afford a house, she demands one. So, Mom, being in real-estate industry herself, helps her oldest daughter find a suitable home.

The first stop is in Kota Seriemas, Nilai. It's a new development area. Very homey. By that I meant, very similar to our home in Kota Kinabalu. Smaller, but the characteristic is there. The wooden panel, parquet flooring. I even saw a termite's nest. Our residential area in Kota Kinabalu has a lot of it. And in Kota Seriemas too? Dear Mom, I know you want Intan to have a place she can call home, but this is too much. Especially when you mentioned that you want to renovate the house, add a long drive way on the side, making it more and more like the house in KK.

Then, we made a stop in Enstek. Now that is my kind of neighbourhood! Modern design and all. Expensive, but seems worth it. Intan obviously visited the show village quite a number of times, because the employees recognized her. Nevertheless, they are kind enough to give us a tour of the houses there.

After we're done checking out potential home for Intan, we stopped by to Intan's rental house. When we opened the main door, the first thing we noticed is the cage door to Intan's housemate, Amy's sugarglider is wide open. Hearing this, Mom quickly runs out of the house, because she doesn't like anything that looks like a rat. Intan, Zaim and I went all over the house trying to look for it. And Intan found it. In the kitchen. Headless. With some of its tiny organs spilled out.

A disgusting sight, I tell you.

And when Intan went out to feed the cats of hers, she noticed a kitten lying on the drain. She innocently calling it, wanting it to eat with the other cats, but it doesn't respond. So, Intan walked toward it, only to find it lifeless.

A bad day for pets.

So, Zaim and I digged a small grave for the sugarglider and the kitten. Under the hot scorching sun, in the windless afternoon. Zaim took off his top and folded his jeans up, sweating like a pig. He poured some water on the land as its too dried up to do some digging. And like a pig that he is, he purposely slammed the hoe on the wet earth, so that it'll splashed on me. It did, and my jeans are covered in mud.

We had a little funeral for the two pets. With me closing the grave, and Intan singing our primary school's song. Mom said we're mean for laughing at the two pets dying. But Mom didn't know what Intan was singing. If she does, she would crack up as well. Intan was right, the song does sound like a funeral song.

Afterward, at around 4pm, we head back to the big city. It was an hour journey, so I dozed off in the car. Next thing I know, they're talking about the houses we passed by. They are big bungalows, with beautiful lawns and all. I asked where we were, Zaim said in Ampang. I asked again, what are we doing there. He replied, "cari monyet". Intan started to joke with it, I went along thinking they're just kidding.

5 minutes later, we drive through a road by the hills slope. I saw lots of cars parking at the side, I asked, what's up. Zaim again said "cari monyet lah!". As he slows down and parked the car at the shoulder of the road, I took the chance to really look. He was telling the truth, there's a pack of monkeys swinging from trees to trees, playing around with the audience for food.

Before you ask, no, we're not at the zoo. We're somewhere above the Desa Golf & Country Club in Taman TAR.

These monkeys (beruk? kera? monyet? babun?) are so tame. When you have something to offer, of course. There's this girl, who's so brave, calling for one of the monkeys. The monkey came of couse, seeing the food on her hand. The monkey was trying to grab it, but she wouldn't let him. She keeps on saying "Hi-five! Hi-five". I was thinking, "is this girl nuts? The monkeys aren't trained?". But soon after that crossed my mind, the monkey gave her a high-five, then put its hands out asking for the food. I was dumbfounded.

If you think that's impressive, you should see the monkeys drinking vitagen from the bottle and using a straw.

All those excitement got us a little hungry, so Zaim took us to Jusco Setiawangsa for an early dinner. It's Jusco, how long do you think it'll take for us to be done? Poor Baba, he just sat there in the atrium waiting us to be done with our shopping. Which took about 2 hours.

That's the last agenda of the day, we're deadbeat.

P.S.: I'll upload the pictures later, when my broadband stop being an ass.