And the next working day...
Mood:  quizzical
Topic: evil aunties
Mmmhhh... so typical... today she comes up to me and promises to compensate me for the laparascopy I missed out on... It puzzles me and I wonder if her spells are really only temporarily and as easily over and forgotten as they had initially started. Maybe after all it is only this big issue for her that upset her, even if to me personally it doesn't seem a big deal. but like my friend S. said; for Indians especially, the idea of seniority is a big thing...

Post scriptum... She'd already been spreading some nonsense story behind my back, even while pretending to be nice to me. never mind, for as my supervisor dokter P. said; a tree with strong roots and a broad base isn't afraid if there will be some wind, for it has nothing to fear... Only the weakly rooted trees will fear the wind...

Sang Kali Tiga
Mood:  cheeky
Topic: evil aunties

Like a cat, cornered, will raise its back and hairs, she started to puff up her face and inflating her lungs. Her nostrils were flaring and her eyes grew big, and for a moment I was afraid they were gonna pop out of her face, and roll over the floor, away from us. I was looking at it as if it was an episode of the national geographic about animals' responses to danger. And through my own suppressed anger, I could barely suppress the smile I felt coming up. She looked like one of those Balinese devils. One of the main psychological mechanisms of people who cannot communicate if confronted with an issue is raising the voice and walk away. And that's exactly what happened.

Never mind, because next day we still had a good laugh about it and it made for a good story at the dining table. Yes, although not planned initially I went out to have a drink in Bangsar. It was good to be in the company of some well educated and broad minded people, having a nice conversation over a good glass of wine; that's all we need in life sometimes. We discussed an ex-girlfriend of mine who thought that the Bee gees were contemporary musicians, only to conclude that AbbA still goes... but of course only until after you've seen the movie "Muriel's Wedding"

Evil aunty's karma....
Mood:  hug me
Topic: evil aunties
Geezzz.... aunty pushed all limits of reason... All this time me and my friends were thinking of good reasons why aunty acted the way she did; now it turns out that all this time she has just been her usual self... When she told me on the 20th of november to move out by the end of the month I wanted to roll with my eyes being speechless about this unreasonably short notice, even though I had already decided to move in with Cipto. But last nights "grande finale" was absolutely the limit... I think I've never ever before been insulted in such a way, and that by 60-year old "lady"... Well, as far as I'm concerned with this attitude she might just as well start working on a fish market, and as far as her Karma is concerned; I think that - however frequent she's gonna visit this temple - it still might not save her from becoming a frog in her next life. Anymore questions ?? No ??? Thank you, goodbye, have a nice life and it has been a non-pleasure to me as well....

Moving in with aunty...
Mood:  smelly
Topic: evil aunties
Today I moved in with aunty. Aunty is a friendly Indian lady who is already retired and actually was looking for a female tenant. Through negotiation of Mrs. Chin though, she agreed to give it a try with me. Actually there?s a story to this. Cause what happened to this colleague of mine I was supposed to bunk up with ? Well, after not having heard word from her the whole weekend, she eventually sent me an sms, saying cannot do it cause of money problems. Suddenly I had this funny feeling; I knew there was something else going on than merely a money problem. By noon it finally came out; the father was not at all too happy that she and her mom were to share an apartment with a male colleague? suddenly it dawned upon me that her family situation might be way more complicated than I had imagined. As the matter of fact, it was not until then that I realized there was also still a father in the game. That same day I met with the manager of the building, Mrs. Chin. She let me take a look at a room in an apartment that was to be shared with 2 Chinese girls, who needed someone to take the master bedroom since otherwise they couldn?t afford to continue renting the place. When entering, the apartment appeared to be reasonable? a bit sober, student-house-like style. Upon entering the master bedroom though I felt like entering the disaster area. A wrecked bed in one corner, a crappy bathroom that would definitely need more than just some cleaning? I could do nothing but laugh when I heard the ridiculously high price the girls wanted to let me pay. Thanks? but no thanks?? Anyway, while Tuesday still on the look for an alternative, suddenly my colleague calls again; ?I?ve decided to take the apartment after all? she says. I?m too astonished to tell her I?m not so enthusiastic anymore about the whole plan cause it all sure smells fishy? Therefore no surprise at all when next morning she blows of the whole thing again, cause of money problems? I get a feeling of deja-vu? but most definitely I don?t need to see shit when I?m already smelling it.

So now I moved in with aunty, for the time being, see how it works out?