well...what have we here...a new post for me eh?
actually I have lotsa pict to post but the scanner is down and I left those pics at my college.
Sigh....
BTW about me...my life is fine now. Except that thing abourt my dad.
If they ever get a divorce, now it's my fault.
Why?
Last evening, mom and me (and my sisters had a talk. Wierd, I always ever so distant to her)
she complained about how dad changed my sis' school this year (and that school was WAY lousy than my old one). Mom said it's probably because the old school was SO near to dad's office. We used to hang out there after school, but now we can't .Dad bans us from going there (by the way, I'm at his office now. He's as grumpy as EVER!). If my sis changes school, to thisnew one in town TEN miles from his office, we can never hang out at his office again.
Mom said it's probably because of his Lover, Leene. Remember? Leene is his final year student. They always do their project together (I bet there's other kinds of PROJECT too)
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Get back to the topic of ME, I accidentally split to mom that I used to 'play detective' and search his room for 'hot evidence'. I found this 1989-something diary. Every alternate pages have this entry: send letters to Da (cute name for my mom-used to call em when I was small). Then another page has this: Meet HER. Bought some crackers to HER. I told her that this is our last meeting. I hope she accepts it (or so, something like that)
My reaction: He broke up with a girl and gave her CRACKERS? How lame is that?
Mom's reaction: So he has another lover?
Mom told us that the Chinese zodiacs is true. They say, dad who is born in the Rooster Year is cocky and cassanova. Well, I'm not chinese, but they say Rabbit Year (me) cant get along with Roosters. True!
That's the third one. The second is Azie. Azie was the second wife of and older man. (same story, student marries old bald lecturers). Azie was his friend's wife! What a man! But tell you the truth, my classmate thinks that my dad is good-looking. They ask me whether they had the 'chance' for him. Huh! tell you what, if you look from up his head, he is actully bald. All the time he only comb his head to 'cover' it up.
Well, let's put aside the story about Azie. She's off his list. (if not, then why is him with Leene after six months?) Anyway, thereis another story. It's about my college's best friend Yaya (that's not her real name, but she names her teddy bear Yaya so I'll use it)
Yaya used to be in a boot camp for three months. So in college she's always talking about how good it was, how nice the commanders were, etc, etc. Once she showed me pictures of Commander Razak. He is the most popular commander of all and every girl wants to be with him. It’s a privilege if you get to take pics of him, like Yaya did. To me Razak looked but a little short and he’s old, in his 30s. Yaya ignored that fact because he has a six-pack and handsome, macho. I’ve seen the pics, and he was Wow, like, cool!
Anyway, after the boot camp she always text-message Razak. I thought it was just ordinary, and besides she has a steady boy. After a few months she stopped. Good. Mr Razak, he’s married, anyway, with four children.
But then, one day Yaya told me: I think I’m in love with Mr Razak.
I was like, NOW? With my problem about my dad’s affair and she’s now DOING the same thing?
Yaya said Mr Razak met with him at a wedding during the weekend. He stopped messaging Yaya because his mobile was stolen (by his wife, I suppose; Mom did that to dad too). Mr Razak and her exchanged numbers and they’ve been in touch ever since.
I listen to her phone conversation sometimes when she thinks I can’t hear her on my Walkman. At noon, she was fighting with someone on the other end of the line (persumably her boy), then at evenings she’s talking sweetly (of course it’s Mr Razak. She called em Mr.)
When I asked her why, she said: If he didn’t love me why did he respond to me? He’s all that I want; he’s nice funny, handsome, caring (like my dad! EXACTLY)
I used to share with her stories about my dad’s affair. Now she’s having one. I felt like crying. Now my own friend is becoming like Leene, the despised, the hated.
Last two weeks was even wierder. Yaya and my roomates went bowling one day, and they met Mr Razak at the mall. Mr Razak offered her a ride home. Since this bowling activity was a college-sponsored one (they’re from the bowling club), the college’s bus driver threatened to call the cops for trying to ‘take away a student’.
That’s not enough. The next day, she dresses to kill, and scour the whole block to find someone who could borrow her pink scarf and beg me to make her scarf look good by tying it over her shoulders. She talks on her phone, saying ‘I’ll be there’ (her boy? He’s in ANOTHER state. So that means...) She asked me whether she looked good. I HAD to say yes. She does look stunning. My roomates found our other classmate, who used to hang out with Yaya, alone in town. Then if she hadn’t gone to the town, she had...
A week later, she went out again, even when it is NOT the outing day (that means it’s banned to go out). She asked me whether ‘a brother can fetch her sister and bring her to town for an outing’. I said my dad did that once. MY DAD. Anyway, she went out, carrying some extra clothes. I said she can’t lie to me. She finally told me that Mr Razak wanted to bring her to the BEACH. I said nothing but a warning like ‘I don’t know, the college guards have sharp eyes...’After she left I felt sick, so I popped some pills and dozed off till evening. I woke up hearing lots of commotion.
Turns out, Yaya CANNOT go out, and the guards ARE suspicious. So they lied that they had to go to a wedding. The guards said that they had time till three in the afternoon to get back.
Yaya said she does not enjoy the ‘short time’ they had and went back, sulking. Guess what? There’s this nice secluded spot in the girls’ quarters...and they went dating there! They sat in the car, put up LOUD music and woke up the whole B5 block. All the girls went down and tried to ask them to leave. Yaya, being a feisty-cursing-your-momma kind of girl, fights back until Razak told her to shut up.The Fellow of B5 and the guards saw the commotion and threatened to call the cops. What kind of idiot went dating in the middle of the girls’ cluster? I couldn’t even bring my Dad there! I was afraid if a man was there he might see girls coming out of the bathroom in wet towels and start drooling. (People will vomit if they see me in wet towels, but that’s a diffeent issue).
Yaya was banned from outings again, and they called Yaya’s mom. Yaya asked her mom to lie to the guards, saying ‘can’t a teacher bring her student to the beach?’ (yeah, but not ALONE, Yaya!). Yaya went to her room deadly embarassed. Mr Razak had a fight with the guard after that. By the time I woke up, groggy, People are running from room to room whispering stories. Eveyone reconigzes her now. You know how rumors spread in college!
Yaya wanted me and my roomates as a support system. Please! We, didn’t want to , but we had to. However, some of my friends came up and said. ‘we did that (dating) too’ Yeah, sister, but not with a man with FOUR kids!
The next day Yaya was SO embarassed she asked her sister to pick her up and leave for an ‘unauthorised’ vacation. And Yaya asked ME for help. I DUMBLY said that I know this teacher who helped me a lot and he could help ANYONE in need. Well, the teacher, Yaya, and her sister went through hell just to get pass the college gates! My teacher was really beaten-up. Even other Block Fellows hung up the phone on him when he asked for help. They know the REAL story. Yaya quarelled with the guards, her sister was angry at the teacher, and EVERYONE was in a bad mood. She left anyway, not without saying “If my teacher (Razak) comes here again you will have to apologize to him!”
Wait. He’ll be coming again?
Yes, he did. Five days ago. He picked up Yaya from college for the Mid-Sem breaks (I had to go by bus, Yaya; you’re lucky). Mr Razak used her sister’s car so they might not reconigze him. Yeah, and I wish the guards did, and call the cops. Stinkin cassanova man! Just like my Father!
As a side story: One of my friends found out that a girl from my block was the one fighting with Yaya at the dating incident. And she also found out that the girl’s having a slumber party. What else? Pack your tape recorder and record the girl talk!
Sounds like a spy movie? Well, she did just that. She pretends like ‘hey, I was sleeping that day and I heard all this commotion, what was that?’ (that used to be MY line, I was sleeping then!). Then the girl excitedly tells their part of the story. My friend recorded it and let me listen to them. She was on my side, finally!
BTW, this is the rumours that have spread:
1.The girls thought it was an old lady in the car with a man. (haha)
2.They thought that Yaya was from B5 (referred as the ‘other’ block)
3.They thought Yaya was massaging Mr Razak in the car (Yaya heard this herself)
4.Some thought Yaya had playfully beaten Mr Razak’s chest (euu!)
5.Some saw Yaya quarelling with the guards before going home with her sister.
6. They heard Yaya talking on the public phone “Why can’t I have just a holding-hands session with you?”
7.The girls want to team up and chase Mr Razak away from the Girl’s Cluster, but he looked so mean and tough that they prepared themselves with broomsticks and dustbin cover!
Other things:
Yaya used the toilet at the Third floor to avoid ANYONE she knows.
A girl intentionally went to our block and asked her friend to point out who’s Yaya.
That girl was shouted at by Yaya because she thought she eavesdrop on her conversation with her Razak.
When my roomates and I sit beside Yaya at the Girl’s Block meeting, everyone was looking at us. ( I don’t wanna be associated to her!)
At the day when Mr Razak came to pick Yaya up for the Mid-Sem hols, Yaya had no credit so she borrowed my phone to contact him. Why did I do that? To get Mr Razak’s phone no of course. I’ll try and find a way to reach to his wife.
Why did I do all this?
I want Yaya to get back to her old boyfriend. He quarrels a lot with her, but he is patient, and most importantly, single. He calls her everyday to make up.
I don’t want Mrs Razak to be the last to know—like my mom. By the time she knows, it was a little too late. My sisters are the one who found out, remember?
Mr Razak had FOUR children. I feel like I’m one of them. I know the feelings they have when their parents start to quarrel about ‘this woman’ and ‘your trust for our marriage’.
Dad, I love you. I can’t remember what else to say now.
"Confessions Of A Broken Heart"- LindsayL
