This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me, -- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! - emily dickinson -

Monday, December 26, 2005


i'd almost forgotten that it was christmas yesterday morning.

su and i were doing our semi-regular weekend morning walk in the park over at batu buruk. it was around eight and the sky was thick with some nasty looking clouds. i was hoping that it would hold up at least until we'd finished a couple of laps.

there were more people than regular moving about around the park. i always hated it when there were many people around. most of them were simply clueless as to what they were supposed to do when they were supposed to be exercising. about half of the people would be leisurely walking around with their mouths doing most of the exercising. one balding man would talk about how he had clinched that multi-thousand ringgit government contract of his while the rest of his stooges would rub their bulging bellies with that longing look in their faces.

another bunch of men with mounds around their midsection would lounge about the situp benches and announced a couple more great deals they had or had planned for. one would be bragging while the others would assume some lewd positions on the exercising apparatus, humping and huffing about over and under the metal bars and hoops, all vulgar and silly at the same time. and then there were those who never seemed to understand proper dress codes. this one makcik looked like she didn't have time to change out of last night's dinner dress. she'd probably thought that since she arrived in a mercedes, she could jog in anything she desired. but that color combo of hers was a sure hazard to the public's health, if she only knew! she could have easily pawned one of her dangling jewels for a closet-full of descent exercise clothes.

as if the whole spectacle wasn't enough to strain our exercise routine, su and i bumped into a former neighbor couple of ours. well, almost. i didn't notice them at first but su did. we were walking right up to them when su recognized the wife's familiar voice. me, i didn't notice a thing. goes to show how much i appreciated not remembering any of them.

this was the next door couple who gave us that creepy single white female feeling when they copied our house decor right down to the position of each flower pot on the balcony. ironically, they never talked to us about anything other than the weather. when we left and another family moved in, a totally messy family, they copied that family's style and both homes ended up looking like complementary pig pens.

it was such a huge relief when we finally moved away from the odd couple. but yesterday morning, once i realized that i was close enough to them to almost smell them, that creepy feeling came crawling back into my senses. fortunately, we were coming up from behind and they were too engrossed in their jaw-stretching routine to notice anything. in my near panic state, i wondered why they were not at work. then su reminded me that it was a holiday. oh yes. it was christmas. but we're not about to wish them anything. so, we slowed down, did a quick u-turn and made like frighten kids back to our parked car. we passed the color crazy caftan lady on our way back and decided that we've had enough christmas cheer for the day.


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