And the Emmy goes to...

...well, to my dad. He’s a pretty good actor.
It goes like this. Late this evening mom came to me with a handphone,
"look at this, look at this," she gave my the thing. It has a message. "x:) Call me :)"
I immediately realised that this was dad’s handphone. I immediately snatched it from mom’s hand, while she desperately tries to get it back from me, and at the same time nags dad. She finally grabbed the handphone, shoved it back to dad. By the time she did that, I’ve already got hold of both the message and the sender’s number, and forwarded ti to my phone.
Guess what? It’s Xab's number.
I kept quiet while mom attacked him with all sorts of verbal abuse. I don’t remeber much, as I rather watch The Fairly Odd Parents than looking at my Fairly Angry Parents (really, I WAS watching Fairly Odd Parents at that time!) I know very well about Xab and Dad, and it’s barely a forthnight before that I stopped my last surveilance, remamber? And no old flame could dim in just a few days.
I then litsened to my Dad. How far could he go?
"I don’t know who called me,"
"Just a girl from the conference"
"Some person from the Lab,"
and he kept changing his lame lies until I lost track of them. Then it started to get form amusing to just annoying.
"Dad, " I came up to him. "How far can you go? I know all. You KNOW I know." I came up to him, right face to face. Well, only five metres from him or he’ll kill me.
"and if I go and tell all to mom, you can’t run" (or so I said. I’m n ot sure if I said the ‘run’ part).
"Hah!" mom called out. "Now, will you tell the truth?"
"Come on, get over it, it’s not true,"
"That Friday. She miscalled you at 10.17am. You called her back at 10.19am," I said. "and the date is 6th of August. This is all too accurate, dad, it’s not even from me. This s from my sister’s."
"Do you remember that?" mom asked him.
"I don’t," he replied. He kept balancing his dumbell in one arm. Like always, men only talk if they are preoccupied with bored-out sport activities.
"I do remember, dad" I said. "I wrote down as soon as my sis told me."
Well, you can’t win over that.
"I know all dad, I know more than this," I said. "There are more to this than what we see. This has already happened a long time, too. I have all the proof. Especially when you went to China" My word reminds me of talking to the fiance, going through his handphone (and ultimately stealing it), knowing that Xab came to his office, yadda, yadda...
"Like what? What happened?" mom asked.
I kept quiet. I promised dad that I won’t create another tidal wave in our family.
"Nothing," I said.
For the rest of the time, dad kept telling all his lies again. I never cared at all. Sometimes I hear mom rebutting his facts, and he would shrug it off by refusing to talk at all. Then, mom told me to prepare the dinner table perfectly or ‘someone will start to complain’.
I came for dinner, but I’d rather not sit together as a family. So dad ate his dinner alone, and I ate them upstairs. Come to think of it, today was my favourite, the ‘oxtail soup’, but it tasted really bland. Really, really bland.
Then (I think it’s before I ate dinner) mom called Xab—using dad’s phone. The girl, of course, picked it up with her sultriest voice ever, and was cut short by mom. Mom, who had NO idea that it was her arch-nemesis Xab, kept asking who she was and why there were so many call summaries about her ( I think). So, she just hung up. THEN only mom said to me: I think it was her.
"They were getting back together. And all of those stories about the fiance...probably a hoax, eh? How long we were fooled?" she monologued. I hate it when she does that. I just said ‘I don’t know’ while my mind said ‘I knew it all along’.
I remeber what mom said yesterday.
"Our main mission now is to bankrupt dad."
"Why?"
"So he wont have extra money to lavish on someone else." My sis agreed with this once, and she told me it was her mission too. I’m not hurt enough to do that. But now, I’m regretful that I gave him 1300 bucks from my account when he pleaded me for it, to pay his ‘credit bills’ After he did that, he lavished me with lots of clothes (which I really like) and for that second, I thought that dad was coming back to his senses.
"He is sinned to go and fool around behind my back," mom said again at that particular Tuesday.
"...but for him, he could get married with two at the same time."
"So for him ,it’s not really a crime?" I asked mom back.
"No," she said.
At that time, that tiny, tiny nano second, I thought; can we win?
Is there justice?
Are we wrong to be angry at someone who can love anyone else, by his choice?
Have we the right to stop him?
Since it’s love?


Well, new news. Mom called the Girl. And right now mom’s talking. Dad at first, don’t care, he was watching his favourite scientist show on NatGeo. Then he kept saying ‘stop it, mom!’ a zillion times until he came up to mom. Obviously he didn’t manage to stop mom. Ahahaha! But mom, I respect her. She didn’t scream, shout, and she only broke down three times, one minute each times, wow! But even she broke down, only when she told her how her daugther (my sis) cried all these times, flunked her test, and how she went almost crazy. After 30 minutes, Xab tried to talk to dad but dad (or mom) refused. Xab finally said:

"Your husband is FAT, BLAD and OLD! only a maniac like you would like him!"
"He said his wife is a stick insect with a queen-control attitude"

Hey, first thing, Xab you bitch, I said that dad was old, bald and fat FIRST (it says so on my blog). Two, my mom is not a stick insect. At least she's not with that extra piece of cellulite like you have. Three, now it's apparent that you only love your fiance, and you needed dad just to use it to pass your exams.

Now mom has ended her story, and she said that dad was the one who did all this. And there’s a talk about the fiance....hey! he mustv’e been pissed off with my message I sent just now!
What message? Well, it goes like this:
Sent to Kazaa (fiance): Hey, what the hell is up with your snob the fiance (Xab)...she’s engaged and now she’s all flirty with my man...I thought if your engaged she’d leave you, now what? Twelve a.m. and still calling. Then go all flirty and sexy with him. Keep hold of your fiance dude!"

Kazaa replied:Iv'e already talked to her for hours now. If you don't believe me then come here to XXXXXX (he now lives where I was once a college student). My Girlfriend has already sworn by God and the Holy Book that she'll never meet Dr. (my dad) again. We are not really that engaged, just barely meeting up with her mom. If you don't believe me, madam, I'll give you all the picture of us. Xab says Dr. has always been the one who tackled her! And I have lost all my respect to Dr.

I replied: I don't care about your respect. I don't respect him anymore too. Hahah! Anyway, if you are really her fiance, that's good; besides, I 've erased the voicemail message from your fiance to Dr., the one saying "I love you". the rest of the text messages is for my keeps. And from my point of view (Dr tackilng YOUR fiance) didn't happen, well at least according to my evidences. Hey, since when am I your madam? I'm not that old!

He replied: Sorry, I thought you are your mom. (oh my god, my cover is blown!) anyway, it's good you erased those messages. If you have any of those text messages left, forward them to me. Goodnight, little girl. (what the hell? He mustve thought I'm the one daughter mom referred to as 'crying day and night of her dad'!)

I replied: Well, it's apparent that we both are fooled. Your girlfriend swore by the holy book, and so does Dr. And now they both are blaming each other as soon as they affair is out. I guess it's true, your girlfriend only wants Dr. because he wanted him to help her pass the exams since seh was failed by the previous Prof. ( I got proof on that).

He never replied. Or he did, and I don't know since I used my sister's new SIMcard as a cover and she's taking it back from me.

Dad doesn't seen the least bit of guilty. He's watching comedy as usual. But when he sees me writing this in the laptop, as soon as I'm done he starts deleting files.

But you got the wrong laptop, dad. I used mom's.

composing my thoughts....

Ok...this is the continuation of yesterday's story.

Dad wanted to take away 400 bucks from my accounts, and I was halfly upset
that my account currently hold a balance of roughly ten bucks (I'm broke).
I thought it stinks like crap that I still lived with my parents and get
allowances money form them, barely enough to get me through the day. And I
still need to buy a laptop so I don't need to fuss about lining behind the
counter at the always-full cybercafe to post my blog. Part of it too, was
that I am not allowed to have an MP4 player (that's how bad it happens when
you live with parents even in university) and my mom and dad nagged me
bacause I busted my phone. So the solution? Use dad's phone, show it off to
get back to dad; and use it while I repair the old one. Hahaha!!!

That Sunday we went shopping for dinner.With dad and mom, and while I was
the official bag-carrier, I told dad that I wanted to find a handphone
casing. I said that mine was 'too slippery' and it always falls from my
hand(actually the real reason is that I'm a bit butterfingers, but that
doesn't matter). Dad went along with me, and I didn't carry the handphone so
I went browsing for casing that look, or at least, shaped alike. Then I
found one at the end of the road. Just perfect!

"Okay, what type of handphone do you have?" the salesperson asked, while
sifting through all the casings.

"A Nokia..." dad said.

"No, Ericcsson T68," I snapped. I think dad knew what happened. He asked,
"T68?" and he kept quiet.

At home mom and my siblings kept musing over the handphone. Mom wanted to
get hold of it, but until I removed all traces of dad's stuffs from it, I
distracted everyone with anthing until I get the handphone out of view.
Phew!!

Then, as they asked for its costs and place of purches, I just said,
"secret". Luckily I was out of town with friends all day so this supported
my alibi (wow, like a detective).

But these are the questions from them that I couldn't answer.

"Wow...it looks like Dad's old one. Did dad gave it to you?"(lil bro)

"Hey, this is a lame-o choice of phone."(lil sis)

"Did they give you the charger too?"(lil sis. again, she's a fashoin whiz.
She wears contact lenses and goes to facials, but I don't.)

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I got a new HP

Well, HP means 'handphone'. Not a printer. Anyway, I got a new one. Well, actually, it's the Sony Ericsson T68 that I snatched not too long ago.

The story goes like this...mom and the rest ot the family went on a bargain-hunting for electronic gadgets. I was supposed to come, but then I went out with my friends, and I told mom that I'll meet them at the mall. I never showed up, though, cuz I was too busy helping my 'first-time-to-the-big-city' friends the way around. Turns out I missed a good bargain of MP4 512MBs for half the usual price!

I got to meet some handphone daelers, though, and let them check my handphone. I found out that it is a bit broken, because I can't call anybody on it. Probably caused by the fact that I was always switching SIM-cards from dad's to mine's to check for messages.

As I returned home, my sis went on bragging about her new MP4, and I went so jelaous that I decided to buy one from my friend. Mom was furious of my plan. Then dad said, "I'd rather you buy something else. And dont forget about the MealPlan redemption money. If it's banked to your account, tell me and I'll have it. I need the 400 for cradit bills."

What's MealPlan (MP)? Well, it's a debit card that we students use to pay for stuffs at cafe's. It costs 400 bucks each, compulsory for all 1st years. That means everyone should have one. Unfortunately, for the straightly naive girl that I used to be, I handed it to dad when he asked for it at the orientaton week. I gave him, and he went to the office to REFUND it back to cash!!! First of all, nobody takes back what they give to their kids; and Second, I don't want my money used to pay his credit bills. It amounts 30000 anyway; it won't be enough. And I have done some investigaton on dad and I found out his 'spendings' are way, way too much and very 'inriguing'. Six cards cut because of over limits in two years? And that's just from 1 company. I dont think we spend that much money. I am now still wearing hand-me-down dresses from mom. To classes.


Apart from all that stuff about dad, my biggest salute goes to my friend Eisya....well, I'll tell you all about her later...if I have the mood. I have to go for classes now. Bye...

What is it...hm....

Currently I got no messages from Miss Xab. Basically, I don't care.

And besides, my sis has been reading all those messages in Dad's phone. Especially about me and Dad, and that girlfriend of his.

Yesterday, I messaged Dad, and I told him that she's engaged.

"I know," he said, "With my student. I have no big issue over that. Hey, how did you know? Did he/she tell you? BTW, if you're using that Erricsson phone, return back you current Nokia to mom!"

"Okay, but the messages in the handphone just tells the opposite. And how do you suppose mom will react if I use the phone? Just say 'hey, somebody gave it to me'?"

"I'll repair the old one. That messages comes from emotional times....Ok, that's enough."

"Oh, emotional? FYI not your messages, but the messages from her that's emosional. But those messages are not categorizd as 'just emotional' ! Hm...she has a beau, but she's still in hots with another. And her boyfriend is the deadly in love type. Jealous type too..."

Dad did't answer my messages. And we hardly talk these days. I'm not telling mom anything, but I am in a 'pinch' since my sis has read these stuffs and she's a bit upset that I didn't tell her.

"You didn't tell me," she said as we ate together for lunch.

"There is a lot more to this than what you see," I said. Then I pulled out the handsfree kit of that Erricson in my bag.

"What is this? Is this Dad's?"

"No, dad uses Innostream. Figure that out by yourself."

I left her puzzled as I put back the handsfree into my pocket.

Hot News???! Somebody's getting engaged....is that a good news or bad?

sorry, for not writing up anything in these past few days. It's not like my detective work has stopped, rather that I can find time to be alone with the computer.

My sis has been home for a week now, and she's been tagging along to everything I do. Anyway, last week, one night we were doing homework together, she calculus and my physics. Suddenly her phone rang. She picked it up, read a few lines (SMS, obviously) and gave it to me. "What do you think?" She asked me as she gave me the phone. It was a message from my little sister, just upstairs, from her bedroom. "Dad's been quietly messaging someone. Mom's fast asleep. Then dad is, like, deleting some messages. What do you think he's doing?"

My sis looked at me, asking me my opinion. Well, by right I'd be bull-charging dad that instant.

"Well, I don't know." I answered my sis.

"Did he go back to his girlfriend?" she asked. I hit a pause. Then I said no. Or at least I think I did.

“You know what,” my sis whispered, “Used to be at this time of the night, he’d be messaging his girlfriend (at the time of the affair), when mom is asleep. Then I’d hear him having a phone conversation with someone….in the bathroom! Why do you think he’d be calling someone while sitting on a toilet?”

“Well, I don’t know.”

“Hey, I read your inbox, you know. About that message from dad. Like the one that goes ‘I am tired of explaining’.(Plus, she then told me she read that Lin’s convo message. You know… the one with the kiss).”

“…well, it goes like this. When dad was in China, you know, I quarreled with him a lot. Probably because I spend so much time with mom, and she told me all the classified things no-one told me when I was in college. I was super upset and I confronted him.”

We know that’s a lie. I’ve been up to my head with dad’s hand phone messages. But I think my sis had believed in it anyway.

By the way, I’ve been on a silent treatment with dad since he went back to China, up to the third day, that is. The he finally spoke to me.

“Get rid of that card.”

“What card?”

“The SIM card.”

“…..hey, dad, you haven’t given me my allowance yet.”

“Money, money money. You still want more? (Referring to the threats to sell the phone by me).”



Now, Yesterday’s Story. Hot news.

Xab’s gonna get married.

Not with dad. Not in the near future anyway, too. Xab, she actually has a fiancé named Kazaa. (that’s not a real name, just a name I give, for reasons later I’ll tell you)

How did I know that?

I chatted with Kazaa by SMS yesterday.

See, there is this thing call ed the FriendFinder which enabled me to access locations of anyone I know. So, after I tried it on my friend, (which it pinpoint the location in a lowly 1-km radius), I used it to track Xab.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. Before you request for location, you need to ask their permission first.

Of course Xab couldn’t let me. She called me immediately. I didn’t answer the phone. My friend thought that I was prank calling someone and tell me that I am ‘very mischievous’. “Pick up the phone!” She instructed.

No I won’t. Even after the fifth call.

Finally an SMS comes up. From another person, whom I assumed to be her. Oh, and that number was the number that called me before that. So I assumed it was her.

“Who is this?” she asked.

“Who are you then?” I bet she won’t dare to answer.

“I’m Kazaa. Whose phone no is this?”

I answered “Oh…wrong phone number, mister. I don’t have a friend name Khairil.”

“Can I know, where are you?”

“Why?”

“Your phone number just requested a FriendFinder in my Fiance’s phone. I wonder, who are you?”

Fiance??? Kazaa is her fiancé? Maybe this guy is just another unrelated caller. Maybe…I got the wrong number. It can’t be! I replied him.

“Hey…I’m a female. I don’t get interested in other females (ha-ha, good joke in times like these!) I swear on God! Don’t get jealous over me. Wow….Lin’s getting engaged…Congrats! I didn’t know that!”


“I wonder who are you? Why didn’t you answer when she called you?”

“Silent mode.(good lie. And all my seniors at my table are already getting annoyed with my ring tone by now). I can’t wear handphones here (I bet he assumed I was in lectures). I’m a girl. A guy sold me this SIM card. I’ve just used it. I never bug people (yeah, right). I thought your’e Lin. Swear I’m a girl! I’m only interested in men, excluding you because you’re too furious!”

“Sorry, I wasn’t being mean, but I’m worried if someone’s messing around with Lina (Lin!? So I guess it’s true). Can I know who is this…are you Lina’s friend…Why did you go and FriendFinder without SMS-ing first….I am so puzzled… (Sounds definitely like a guy who could eat me up whole. So scary).”

“I’ve been messaging her before (yeah, pretending to be dad)…she never replied (I bet dad told her about me). As far as I know she never told me about her beau. Now she’s engaged. When are you guys gonna get married?”

“Can I really know who you are…If you’re her friends then why do you keep your identity a secret…”

“Who says I’m keeping my identity secret? I bet you’re not even her fiancé? I always get these anonymous prank messages from guys who told me ‘I’m your friend’ or whatever, with bad pick-up lines. I asked you your marriage date and you didn’t answer. Maybe you’re fooling around with me.”

“FRIENDFINDER: You have a request from 012XXXXXXXX to access you location. To accept, reply OK…”

I replied “OK”. And he got to know that now I’m at the Northern area of the university (not much help if you wanna charge in and slash an assumed stalker with a phone, pretending to be a girl—I get that’s what he thinks of me)

“Your number is.....(what? Why did he leave dotted marks?) I was worried if you had any bad intentions…cuz if not why did you keep it secret and Lina didn’t even reply your message.”

“Yeah, right….hey, your’e not from here, right? Cuz that’s why you didn’t know much about her (if I tell him about dad, he’ll flip!). What’s wrong with my number? Jinx-ed number perhaps? What, it sounded like the number of an ex-boyfriend?”

Nobody replied for like ten minutes or so (usually it takes a few seconds). I bet a)she’s scared to death; b)he’s boiling mad and tried to kill me; c)they are having a lover’s quarrel over the’ ex-boyfriend word’ (I bet he can smell that the ex-boyfriend word is too obvious of a hint).

“I’m her course mate. We grad together…I know she goes to a college in Sarawak. From mother, sister, and brother…I know ‘em all close. I don’t mind if you’re really her friend. But when you keep yourself a secret and (pretend) not to know who you are, I’m worried…Why aren’t you telling her who you are. I ask you if there is a situation like that you’ll get worried, right? It’s up to you if you wanna be a mystery yourself…I’m just protecting Lina.”

“Oh…what love to your girlfriend…I want a boyfriend like that too! ( I bet by know he’s CONVINCED) that I’m a girl) Okay, sorry, forgive me lots and lots cuz I don’t have any intention of messing with you both. Just a harmless prank call, that is. Not only her have I FriendFinder-ed, but all my friends too (white lie). Don’t get mad at me, sorry…”

“Okay. I gotta go to work now. Take care.”

“And you too…take care of your girlfriend real good…don’t let other people get them from you (that’s a warning in a rather casual tone). Ok bye…and again, sorry.”

“Ok…bye…”

Later that evening I came to dad’s office again. He was on a meeting until 7pm, an unscheduled meeting perhaps. I took into his office and go to the computer. Darn it, he turned it off. He knows I’ll be here.

Anyway, I wane to hi s thesis shelves, that’s right, just beside Pamela’s thesis, was hers. I opened it up, and turned to the ‘Acknowledgement’ page.

“First of all,” she wrote, “I would like to thank my Professor (my dad’s name) with all his contributions and help and inspiration (I think I have to tell the board that DAD actually did that thesis. Hardcopy is in his’ computer.

“I would also like to thank Kazaa (full name written) for all his help and support. And I’d lke to thank my mom, my brother, and my sis…..”

What’s the moral of this story? Well, Kazaa really exists, and they are best friends on the time of the thesis. Or maybe more than friends? Anyway, secondly, like Kazaa said, she does have a mother, brother and a sister. Where is her dad anyway? Was people supposed to put both parents’ name too, dead or alive? Mom’s psychic said she has a dad, supposedly now ‘subdued’ by black magic.

Her psychic also told her that dad was over the girl. Yeah, right. And now mom’s putting some payment into the psychic’s bank account. Oh, mom….I think I’d better gets his number and talk to him. But don’t expect me to pay, if he’s a phony. I don’t have scholarship money anyway to spend.

Wow, that was tiring. And jut half an hour ago I send a message back to Xab. It goes:
“Well, what good lie you gave yesterday. Say you don’t know me…and you have all those messages and voicemails sent to me. My convo is boring, love you, forgive me, etc, etc. I don’t care if you have a fiancé and is getting married. As long as you don’t mess with my life. Hope you’re happy with your loved ones…if you REALLY love him, that is.”