Ok, so the the last post was a bit freaky deaky. I don't normally say provoking things, I'm more of a keep- things- to- myself sort of person. Yes, I don't even blog about certain things that I find rather provocative just because I believe I have a strong heart that can withstand any emotional breakdown or point blank anger. But sometimes, I'm only human. I feel weird talking to my uncles about some things so I'd rather blog about it.

I also prefer my brighter side rather than my dark one.

So, my grandma called me up yesterday. If you don't understand bahasa melayu, go learn it. It will be useful at times like these.

Me : Hello
Grandma : Yah, mak cik ni.

What the fuck??!!

Me : Uhm..ni Sheila.
Grandma : Oh Sheila... jadi pergi tak?
Me : Jadi..jadi..
Grandma : Datang sini tau, hari Jumaat ni.
Me : Datang..datang..
Grandma : Siapa yang hantar?
Me : Ayah saya.
Grandma : Bapak kau?! [talk about manners!!]
Me : Ye..ayah saya.

One more reason why I'm clueless about agreeing on this trip is, my grandma is like Chucky the pshyco killing doll. She scares the living daylights out of me. You can see by the way I talk to her. I choose my words nicely. If I run out of words, I'll repeat the same word twice. I get shivers just thinking about being in the same room with her.

Without my mom to run to of course.

Thats why when I got the invitation to go to this trip with her, without so much so thinking about how much I despise public buses, I quickly said yes. Its weird the way she makes me do stuff that I don't normally do or want to do for that matter. I know she's just grandma and grandma's usually spoil their grandchildren but she's a toughie.

The only toughie I know is well, me.

I don't even know what to wear to this trip and its all her fault. My cousin, Sal is also contemplating on what to wear. We both thought of something simple like jeans and some loose top. But then after analyzing things thoroughly, we think jeans are a pretty bad idea. We also came to a conclusion that maybe this whole trip is a pretty bad idea as well.

Ahh to late to back out now.

Sal and I were just talking the other day. She finds it weird that grandma decided to actually invite her to this trip since she's not really her favourite granddaughter. Don't worry, both of us are aware of this. Then I was like maybe she's trying to make it up to you. Sal agreed slightly and was like "Well, its about time since I'm the only grandchild that was named by her."

So thats the reason why Sal's a bit bittter and I don't blame her. I was the first grandchild to be born. My grandma wanted to name me Rabi'ah because I was born on a Wednesday (Rabu).

I KNOW!!! HOW OLD DOES SHE THINK I AM?? 50?? You can't imagine me going around introducing myself as 'Rabi'ah and proceed on telling everyone I like My Chemical Romance.

It just doesn't..seem right. *shudders*

So my dad politely declined (THANK GOD!!). He wanted me to have a universal name that doesn't frame me under one race. Thats how I got the name 'Sheila'. That was before he 'wikipedia-ed' my name and it actually means 'blind' in Gaelic.

Heh, whatever.

Then, 10 months later, Sal was born. Her dad, who is my mom's younger brother thought that since his sister didn't let grandma name her child, he, out of pity maybe, let her name his. Therefore, since Sal was born on a Tuesday, (Selasa) my grandma kindly named her Nur Salasiah.

By the way, unlike me, Sal is half Chinese.

Family stories. Don't you just love them??!!

But thankfully, we're over that. Her and I have accepted the fact that our grandma is one woman you would not want to mess with. Even though her 'rendang' and 'kuih lapis' might just be the only thing we like about her, but she's family so..if she ever decides to choose my husband, I might be okay with it.

Okay, maybe not. But I'll be nice.

Found out yesterday that Nicol David will be getting RM20,000 for defending her world title. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!! So little?? I personally thinks she deserves more. Fine, maybe the government is running out of money since they already gave her a hundred thousand, a condo and whatever else last year but seriously!! Isn't anyone aware that defending some crown is waaaaaay harder than winning it.

Sheesh. Thats why I hate sports.

Right after I finished reading that article my dad started talking to me.

Dad : When are you going to be like her?
Me : Who?
Dad : Nicol David. Look at her. World champion at such a young age. Can you imagine the
amount of money she's making. When are you going to be a world champion?
Me : I'll find a cure for cancer, don't worry.

Pfft, parents.