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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Mr. Frog & Me

Dear Mr. Frog,

I'm writing this letter to you because the 15 minutes i spent with you has left such a profound impact on me. You are an inspiration. If Obama was a frog he'd be you. Judging from my initial reaction upon seeing you was to scream on top of my lungs then stomping my foot going 'shooo' 'shooo' , I'm guessing we kinda started of on the wrong foot. But hey first impressions should never count. Right?

But seriously, could you blame me for thinking the first thing you'd do when u saw me was jump on me. I mean with your slimy,moist,warty dirt brown skin, I'm not one to judge but it is kinda gross. Anyhow i've always had horrible encounters with your kind, the last frog i saw was at Mt. Kinabalu park, i was sitting down near a tree and the first thing that green freak did was jump,right smack on my forehead, only to miss and end up dangling on my glasses.

I swear if if wasn't for a fact that i had an eye power of a thousand and that I'm blind without my glasses. I'd fling that specs straight back to Semenanjung. So instead i used what the good lord gave me, my vocal cords were finally put to good use that day. The frog jumped so far from me i think it broke the Olympic high jump record in the process.On top of that i also think i might have caused it to now have permanent hearing loss. Anyways the green devil was pure evil, it left a trail of slimy muck on my glasses which i was too grossed out to wipe away. Leaving me to stumble like a blind bat on my trek down. Trust me i cursed that green monster to hell for every bump and cut i got that day.Now if u see a slimy, evil looking, puke green coloured frog using a hearing aid. Tell him i said he had it coming.

So Mr. Frog do you now see the reason for my initial reaction ?Although whenever i see a frog i do feel a tinge of guilt when i recall the joy i had running around in Bio lab during frog dissection, showing everyone the still beating heat of the frog i held in my hand. Ah the simple joys of youth. 

Back to you, what really intrigued me was that despite my feet stomping and shoo shoo-ing you remained perfectly still unfazed by the strange female with a green face (i was using a facial mask btw, i'm in no way one of your cousins) in front of you. As interesting as you were i had to get you to move, you were sitting right in front of my washing machine and if i didn't get my clothes out, it would never dry in time and I'd end up going to work in the clothes God provided me with. Not gonna happen.

Judging that my next brilliant plan to get you away was by making meow-ing noises pretending i was a cat that was going to eat you didn't work either . I kinda gave up. I mean you didn't even blink your bugged eyes when i meow-ed at you. That, i have to say was very fearless of you . You are one very brave frog, well either that or cats generally don't eat frogs and you were going, "Gurllll did u take yo crazy pills today". So now you not only think I'm freaky but also a blond. A wise person once told me second impressions don't count either.

So despite my valiant efforts there you remained. Looking at me, looking at you with your huge caramel eyes that had flecks of gold in it.On a side note, they should really come up with coloured contacts of your eyes. Its really pretty. Since you remained like a perfect froggish gentleman the whole time , blinking at me with an expression of polite curiosity. i was finally convinced you wouldn't jump on me and i unloaded my clothes from the machine and dried it.

When i was done with drying my clothes i came back to see if you were still there, and sure enough there you were sitting perfectly still. Hmmm if i kissed you would you turn into a handsome prince ? I mean them fairy tales have to get their ideas from somewhere right, it couldn't all be fiction. 

I mean seriously, first you didn't jump on me which totally shows what a gentlemen you are and then despite my borderline neurotic behaviour you just patiently waited right there which shows your dependable too. and your eyes, I've always said that eyes maketh a man hot. 

And then i thought what if you don't turn into a prince, Nope i didn't live for 2 decades and then some to have my first kiss with a frog. Anyway i know better then to think 'The frog prince' is real, i mean come on we all know that out of all them Disney tales only Cinderella is non-fiction (Knight and shining armour, call me!)

So instead of sharing a slimy kiss with you i decided to take out my camera and take pictures of you. I was still pissed at not getting the flood pictures, I'm not letting a frog get away. So after taking countless pictures of you. Although Mr Frog i don't think you should give up your day job, Same pose in every single frame. Tyra would not be proud. 

After a dozen frog pictures later, i was finally pleased with my pseudo photography for the day and i went to keep my camera away, and when i came back.

You were gone.

I didn't even get to say goodbye :(

and You even politely waited for me to finish taking all my pictures of you before you left. I knew you were a prince.

Oh well.

So instead of starting on my Feature article which is due in two days time, i decided to write an open letter to you on my blog.




Goodbye Mr.Frog ! It was really nice meeting you !


Sincerely,
Malati Siniah


“Someday we'll find it, that rainbow connection,the lovers 
the dreamers and me.”

-Kermit the Frog-











For conversation, just add water

As i was wading barefoot through knee deep murky brown flood water, holding my slippers in one hand and balancing my umbrella in the other, all i was thinking 

you have got to be kidding me.

I mean i have never seen flood in my whole life.

Read about it, yes, watched it on the news of, course i have.

But experience it ?

I live happily on top of a hill in subang jaya. To me flooding is when there are puddles on my lawn after heavy rain.

Yet here i am my jeans folded up to my thighs, waking barefoot on the street in the middle of town to go to the bus stop.

I don't even want to think of how i look. a psychotic paddy farmer sorry had to draw a mental image 

Urgh, i think i just stepped on something mushy. 

Nastyyyy

Dontthinkaboutit.dontthinkaboutit.

OH MY GOD the people on the other street are actually on a perahu.

I wonder i could get a fold up one to fit in my backpack.

SHIT i don't have the hands to take a goddam picture.

Hmmm if i dropped my slippers and grabbed my camera would the slippers float away ?

Better not. need to use them next sem

Damm the water is the colour of the nescafe peng i had for breakfast

dontthinkdontthinkdontthink

God if your listening i will start going to temple more , just please dont let me fall into the water the last thing i need is my laptop to drown on its one month anniversary with me. Si Putih i love you <3 class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">christened it such.It's white.I'm not creative. go figure. 

I see the bags from the bag shop floating away, the owner desperately catching them before they get too far.

The restaurant owner beside is closing up his shop and i see the chairs in his shop slowly bobbing in the water

A little bit. more. reached the bus stop. 

phew.

Got on the bus. 

my feet looks like a wrinkled prune.

gross.gross.gross.

Now sitting comfortably on the bus, i look out my window n see nothing but water water and watery water

Seriously it looked like Sibu town was drowning in front of my very eyes.

As the journey continues the mak cik next to me taps my shoulders and gestures the the window on the right side

I see a Kancil nearly completely submerged in water

i gawped .

I turned to the window on my side and saw half of the school bursting with water from every nook n cranny.

Mak Cik, look.

now She gawped.

Basically the rest of the journey continued with us looking at something or rather and gesturing to one another Look ! Look!

It was like being on a Flood safari

But seriously it was terrible, most people couldnt even get out of their houses. 

Those who were desperate walked in waters that were waist high

I nervously fiddle with my camera, if i take pictures will i look too touristy?

But really wanted to capture what i saw. 

Then i see the boys 3 seats away taking a video of everything. hmm the thing will probably be uploaded on youtube faster then you can say floodwhat? hey if they can do it, so can i

I turn on my camera. Battery flashes in red.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. forgot to charge it.

the rest of the journey continues with the mak cik telling me how the flood in her area is so bad they have to get in and out of the house by lorry.


The flood situation here is really bad. For me this is just another anecdote i would tell my friends when i get back. 

But to the people living here. its something they have to go through everyday. year after year. again and again during the rainy season.

Wadding in water  to go to work, school, home . 

how can you concentrate when your Clothes is wet, body stinky, feet pruned. 

Listening to people explain to me the clean up they have to go through after the floods hits their homes. floors caked in mud.water seeping into electrical items and spoiling them. furniture's covered in muck. watching their white wash walls painted in brown.

I cant imagine coming back and seeing my house in that state

Blame it on poor drainage. swampy lands. bad infrastructure. Rain

You name it the people have said it. At the end of the day fact remains something needs to be done.

I think half of the stories I've been writing since the beginning of this year have something or rather to do with the floods.

I hear it from my colleagues, random people i talk to, the people i interview....

Most of the conversations I've been having begins with 

"hujan manyak teruk haaaa'

its either that or

"lumah lu ada banjir kaaaa"

Yup for conversation, just add water.

So far its been quite a diluted 09' for the people in Sarawak. With flood situations getting from ok to bad to worst then ok again. What i saw was just in the town. My colleague who stays in a longhouse at the interior region cant even get out of his house. and in some parts of Bintulu water levels are up too 12 feet.

But all is not lost, the government has promised a new  137 million flood mitigation project to alleviate the problem, and the local council here has assured and reassured the people that steps will be take to lessen the flooding problems, upgrading the drains etc..etc...

That's good right ?

Thing is , the people here said they heard the same promises last year.

Oh.

Well let s hope for the best shall we.

But till then the mak cik i met on the bus will get on a lorry to get out of her house.

and i will go to work tomorrow and write another flood story.


"No individual raindrop ever considers itself responsible for the flood"
-Chinese Saying-


p/s : Just needed to get this off my chest. Sorry for the lack of updates since i got here . things have been crazy but great. Will write a proper post one once I'm done with work finishing on 14feb wohoooo !

pp/s : HAPPY NEW YEAR !

ppp/s : I miss you, you, you, especially you oh n not forgetting you, oh what the heck i miss you as well :)