As Suanie Sees It

S and I were reminiscing the 90’s and we discovered that we both went through the same fads albeit in different geographical locations.

Quite a long post ahead with some pix.

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They say that in order to understand a person, you have to look at his or her past.

Say hi to my sisters, way back in 1977.

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I am going to do a Simon, inspired by Rojaks the problogger.

1. I have more fun chilling out and relaxing with my friends and family, a quiet night in than going out ‘conquering’ the world with skimpy clothes that I can’t really fit in, attempting to squeeze through a sweaty and sometimes very hamsap crowd (the non-accidental swiping of butts) and loud blaring and often badly-mixed music that I can’t dance to.

2. Trance still lifts me up big time, but on radio and such I find myself leaning towards Light & Easy or Mix (when they are not playing popsy Hitz-like tunes).

3. I try to avoid it and am conscious about it as I know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of age discrimination, but sometimes I can’t help going, “Kids these days…”

4. I stopped trying too damn hard to impress. If I wanted to play games I would go buy myself a Scrabble set.

5. Visible changes duly noted when comparing self photos from the year 2001 and now, the most obvious being that the youthful innocence gone, gone with the years.

6. Regarding the country’s development, abandoned animals and social awareness, I find myself *gasp* caring.

7. Dull resignation when caught in a traffic jam. Of course the swear words still flow, but no more squeezing.

8. Fragility of life is as clear as it could be.

9. My no-kids policy is slightly wavering. Slightly.

10. The grey hair, oh the grey hair!

The signs are nigh.

I never did much homework. I was alone a lot and there weren’t many people supervising my childhood and growing up years and man did I abused the privilege.

One of the subjects I loathe most is Math. Until today I can never get the hang of why the combination of x and y needs to be z. What the fuck is x? What the fuck is y? Y z??? How did a, b and c come into the picture? What is their story? How the fuck do you plus and minus alphabets?!?

That is why my right brain is more often in use than my left brain which is rotting by the second. Perhaps it could also explain why my right boob is slightly bigger than my left boob.

But all the algebra and trigonometry stuff was in high school. Although I did get an ‘A’ for Math in UPSR the road leading to it was not a pretty sight.

In Primary 4 (4 Hijau) we had a Math teacher, Puan M. She was chubby and used far too much lipstick and blusher for my liking. Even at the tender age of 10 my fashion police sirens were wailing at the top of their lungs. Well that was how I remembered her; not really a nice thing actually because she was friends with my mom.

But I can’t lie even though the truth hurts.

Suffice to say I never did much of the her homework. As punishment she made me write lines - 100 at a time. I don’t remember the exact words but it must be something like ‘Next time I will do my homework’.

Now let’s wake the left brain up for a little bit of logic and rationality. If I do not do her homework , do you think I would write lines?

Silly cow.

Every subsequent day of the same week she would have the whole class chanting “Satu ratus, dua ratus, tiga ratus, empat ratus…” and so on for every day that I did not write the lines. When it finally reached satu ribu I was brought to the headmistress.

All SHE made me do was to clean the school toilet.

That’s a smart woman who knows how to save money on janitors.

And I finally did Puan M.’s homework.
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p.s : Yes KY, that is also why I can’t count 12000.

My sister is always telling me, you can’t run away from things, you have to face them sooner or later.

OK. I am facing it. I am facing it now.

It is staring right back at me from the mirror.

Join me in my unedited journey to the Vogue world of Kate Moss (as if).

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