Lie Yuen, Poh Yee and I have decided to take up belly dancing at the neighbourhood clubhouse. So the first class was today and we had to rush to the clubhouse right after dinner, but that’s cool as we’re looking forward to doing some good solid dancing. Or something similiar to it.
God, I’m craving for tomato soup now. I don’t know, that just came to me. Caught a whiff of something in the air as I’m typing this that resembles tomato soup.
Anyway! That’s not the point of my entry today.
Those of you who know me might know that I get a little(okay, VERY) tongue tied when I’m feeling nervous. Lie Yuen wanted to drive into the members-only car park area at the clubhouse and so I got down and spoke to the guard.
I was trying to tell him in Malay that I wanted to park inside.
“Kenapa?” he asked, while looking up from his newspapers.
“Oh, kita datang nak pergi tarian buntut,” I said, while automatically putting both my hands up in the air and jiggling my waist left and right.
The moment i did that, a huge WTF thought bubble popped out of my head. It was seriously a reflex action.
I turned back, knowing what was awaiting me inside the car.
I opened the car door and the two of them were screaming with laughter inside asking me what the hell did I do that for.
And why tarian buntut!! Hahahaha. I totally didn’t know what’s the word for belly dancing in Malay. Tarian Perut didn’t come to me and wouldn’t have sounded right anyway.
OH MY GOD. WHY DID I DANCE IN FRONT OF THE SECURITY GUARD…
Super shy wei.
This would actually be my last post for awhile. I just disconnected my internet today(I’m making use of their effective-in-24 hours thing.) so I don’t know when will Streamyx be efficient enough to reinstall the internet at my new place.
I’m actually feeling quite sleepy now while packing things into boxes at 1.20am. Procrastinated a lot. Damn you Facebook!
I’m like freaking out about the things I put on top of my shelve and wardrobe. The envelope that contains my x-ray from the med checkup before I entered uni is covered in at least two inches of dust. I looked at the x-ray of my chest and wondered what I can do with it….and I’m so proud to say that I’m gonna turn it into a poster for my new room in the new place. 😀 Decorate the borders, use it as a noticeboard.. we’ll see. Cool idea nonetheless. 😉
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4 thoughts on “Embarrassing Myself Is A Reflex Action”
heya..been reading ur blog for awhile now. was one year ur junior in SMKSU so technically same batch la. was in SRSS19 as well..nywayz, the literal translation is tari pusat/perut..as weird as it sounds. but tarian buntut is just super wrong! hehe.. :p
jo: lol i remember you from primary school days okay! 😀 what makes you think i’ve forgotten you?
lol thanks thanks..=)
OHMYGOD! That’s SUPERFUNNY! Were you trying to seduce the security guard to get ‘member car park’ benefits… HAHA
jo: hahahahahhaa… perhaps i was! YOU KNOW ME laaa.. it’s similiar to my “well-rare!” moment. -___-
OH MY GOD! GIRL! Tarian BUNTUT???? WTF!!! What is that about??
And here I am in office, where I have the best seat in the house – right in front of the MD trying not to burst out laughing. Sigh.. Oh well, at least you have a story to tell..
jo: lol!! it just rolled out of my mouth!!! cannot help one! hahaha.. sorry ar to put you in such a spot. hahaha
tarian buntut, wtf. buntut your head la.
hehe i also went for belly dancing class a few weeks ago *shimmies*. my hip kept clicking. i’m accepting now that i am too old for this -_-”
jo: hahaha.. i didn’t know ma. Wah hips clicking? and where did u go? ;P I had a stitch. Just like how when I was four and ran too much. So I’m still young that way. ahem:P