Being different attracts

*fidgets at her seat*
Dang! I wonder if I look odd with my new hair. Sms Hanako-chan to get my thoughts away from my hair. Ah. Hanako-chan, my sms-buddy. Even though miles apart, every morning and evening, we entertain each other while we are on our way to work and on our way home. She on the LRT while I'm on the ferry.

And thus I sms-ed away till suddenly...

An unknown voice "Hello?"

*looks up* "Eh?"

FOREIGNER!

Foreigner in a very thick accent: "I want to go to XXX. Is there a bus over the other side?"

Hiyashi: "Yeah. Once you get down, you'll hear them calling out 'XXX'."

Foreigner: "Oh. Okay."


*pause* Inner thoughts: YADA! Don't talk to me. I have weird hair. >_<


Foreigner: "Where you're from? Penang?"


Woot? Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?


Hiyashi: *still busy sms-ing* "Yeah."

Foreigner: "Oh. Working or studying?"

Hiyashi: "Working." *remains very uncooperative in the conversation*

Foreigner: "What's your job?"

Hiyashi: *perks up* "Copywriter."


I love telling people about my job. Half of the time they have no idea what it's about.


Foreigner: "Operator?"


SEE? SEE! -__-;;


Hiyashi: "CO-PY-WRIT-ER."

Foreigner: "Oooo..."


I doubt he really knows.


Foreigner: "What's your name?"


What?! Wait a minute. Fine. I shall take part in this conversation.
*closes her phone* It's my turn now!


Hiyashi: "Jovin. What's yours?"

Foreigner: "Mehtheor.."

Hiyashi: "Eh? Meteor?"

Foreigner: "No, no. Mehtor."


Meteor. Methor... whatever. I doubt I heard it right anyway. His accent was really really thick.


Hiyashi: "Ah. So where you're from Methor?"

Methor: "Jordan."

Hiyashi: "Oh. Working? Traveling?"

Methor: "Studying."


Oops!


Methor: "I'm taking my PhD at UXX. I came over with my friends to Penang two days ago for the Raya weekend."

Hiyashi: "Then how come you're alone?"

Methor: "They went back yesterday. I don't want to go back yet so I stayed an extra night."

Hiyashi: "Oh. Hey, how did you apply for UXX all the way from Jordan?"

Methor: "Online. I apply online through the website and payment online through VISA."

Hiyashi: "Ah..."

Methor: "Too bad I applied UXX, probably one of the worst university in Malaysia."


Well, that's a bit harsh. That's why I left all the details out in this post. Don't wanna offend anyone.


Methor: "There's nothing there!"


*blinks*


Methor: "It's almost like Puxxxxx. You know Puxxxxx?"

Hiyashi: "Nope."

Methor: "It's a place where they lock up people there."


*blinks* Wooooot?!!


Hiyashi: "You're comparing UXX to that place?!"

Methor: "Ya. Especially during the holidays. Everybody goes back to their hometown and it becomes completely deserted. Nothing at all."

Hiyashi: "Ah."


*silence*


Methor: "Ni hao ma?"


*blinks*


Hiyashi: "You took classes in uni?"

Methor: "Nope. A coursemate thought me. She's from Perak."

Hiyashi: "Ah."


Well, the conversation was longer than that but let's not go into too much details. This hair serve a purpose now. It's an attraction. LOL. Good? Bad? It works both ways.

Good night! =)

我变，我变，我变变变

One Year. Four Hairstyles.

One Good.
One Didn't Last.
One Overgrew.
One... still kinda speechless.


Raya was celebrated with a trip to the hair salon.

Boy was it an experience!

One moment I was Princess Leia.

And suddenly smoke was coming out of my head!

And all for this very weird thingy on my head now.

Dad: Stop messing with your hair!
Hiyashi: *pouts*
Dad: At least you tried.
Hiyashi: Yeah. I'm experimental.

One Year. Four Hairstyles.

At least I can proudly declare I'm brave to try.

*LOL*

*Sigh*

Now that's just plain contradicting.

^^;;

I'm Obligated...

to say

THANK YOU

TERIMA KASIH

谢谢

ありがとう

*Am not going for more languages than that.*

to Encik Chi for giving me a lift to the ferry terminal.


I said a byebye and the car door closed. I felt bad so I thought what not, a simple sms to show my gratitude should be a nice gesture. ^^;; Instead I got a "I want you to thank me in your blog" reply.


"......."


Well, there you go! One whole post dedicated to you.

Hmm... then again, let's not be selfish shall we?

Therefore, at the same time I would like to thank...

Cik Datang, Cik Anai-anai, Yen-san, Easter-Bunny *that's a very very odd nickname for the person intended but till I find a more appropriate one, Easter-Bunny she shall be, for my notebook's battery is running out* yikes!

and to every kind-hearted soul who have ever given me a ride home or to the jetty.

Hah! That includes the bus drivers the sapu teksi guy...

Ooooo.... and my DAD!

Sankyuuu.

*bows*

Hiyalish: a continuous effort to educate

In attempt to make every day a learning process for those around me. Hiyalish have been silently trying to educate since its first lesson. For previous "great" lessons in life, please scroll down and help yourself to the "hiyalish" tag on the right. Douzo. -->

And for today's lesson which will lead you to the below post is the word:

fon-blogi
Definition:
An attempt to blog using the phone yet without the most updated technology just yet as oppose to actual "phone-blogging". fon-blogi on the other hand, fully utilises the most basic functions of a phone, namely text messaging and it's save option.

An example is shown below this post for further understanding.

fon-blogi is specially encouraged for those who tend to have sudden muses visiting their brains in the most unexpected time and place yet without the most high-tech gadgets in hand for instant solutions.


Disclaimer: Hiyalish lessons are not officially certified or approved by educational institutions and should be applied among hiyashibeeps and its close friends only.

Hiyashi's first fon-blogi

"Today I started my day good. One word. Caffeine. I must confess I'm not a coffee addict. Really. Am not. But I love coffee. To be more exact I love the bitter sweet taste of it. And mmm.. the aroma.

Sometimes I make coffee just to smell coffee. Too bad that rarely happens nowadays since my mornings are always hectic. An extra wink of sleep. An extra minute in deciding what to wear for the day. With that I'm grateful enough just to get some bread crumbs into my stomach before I have to go go go.

Too bad I now sleep one floor above the kitchen so the aroma never sips in anymore like it used to. Oh yes. I use to sleep next to the kitchen. In the old oliver twist days that probably sounded like torture. But it was a room with a window overlooking the kitchen and nothing more. So yes. Whenever I was in my little room, I was in my own little world away from the rest.

I don't sleep in the dark. And it's not that I can't. But a little night light is comforting when you close your eyes and get ready to venture into dreamland. With that little light you know it's here to welcome you back as you return after your wonderful trip and back to reality. Metaphorically it lights your ways back. Cheeesy. Right."
- 11 October 2007


I wrote this while I was on the ferry. With my phone. Yup. It's my way of "phone-blogging" or what I now shall term as fon-blogi.

On the ferry is the best time for me to lay my thoughts properly. A lot of times, thoughts like this overwhelms me while I'm on my way to work. I wish I can quickly put them down on paper, or in this modern era, directly into the notebook. And when all these are not with you, there is this trusty little gadget that is there for you. So fon-blogi!

Oh ya, these four sentimental paragraphs would have cost me 8 sms-es if I were to sent them. =)


Note: time of post has been edited for smooth reading and continuity between the two entries.