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Friday, September 30, 2005

Something that makes Mr Nabeh NABEH today

As some of you might know, Mr NB work till the wee hours of morning. By the time, Mr NB reached home and koon on his 2nd-floor bedroom, it is already 5 am. But Mr NB had some coffee at 1am and that's why I cannot sleep till 6am. How come Mr NB never learn not to drink kopi after 12mn?!

First thing, when I was about to fall into DEEP SLEEP ZzzZzzZzz probably at about 6:15am, there are metal railing garage door opening, followed by motorbike exhaust sound ringing across the street LOUDLY! OK, never mind, I still manage to koon into DEEP SLEEPzzzzzzz.

Then came the hammering of the nails after about 2 hours or so. Shit, the hammering really thundered across the room! IS THE WALL MADE OF PAPER?! After struggling hard for 15 min, I still manage to go into light sleeping mode while fully awared of the bloodly hammering, yet simply can't pull myself out of the bed.

Finally, the ULTIMATE came after half an hour. It is starting to get hot in my air-con bedroom, especially my body contact with the bed. Is it my dream? Or is it the weather that's making me so hot? So I tried flipping myself into other sections in my queen size bed. NABEH! Still the same thing, still as hot. Forcefully, I opened my eyes and saw that my bathroom lights are off! Must be power cut off or surge! Again, dragging myself, I walked out and shouted to my domestic helper if there is no power. "YES, THERE IS NO POWER, AH KOR!". Can't believe they cut off the power! Nevertheless, the ZZZ monster still caught up with me and pulled me back to my bed.

After sataying myself for 1/2 hour more in my bed, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE and crawled to my bathroom to wash up. NABEH, even the water also no power, damned small flow, cold water somemore. I guess they are using electric pump to draw water. Maybe I should be thankful that there is even water flowing to the 2nd level.

I made my way sleepily to the office and asked the local staff what happened. Actually, there are repair or construction work going on, so they have to cut the power in the morning. I was thinking, what the f***! Your repair or construction work is none of my f***ing concern. It is your problem, don't make it my problem! I want my electricity! $%^#$%^&^%$*&^%

....Oops! Am I too demanding? I am wondering if this is just an isolated case or it occurs everywhere in the world. I had never encountered such things before during my 2 years of stay in Sydney!

Nebeh-theless, it's FRIDAY! Relaz and enjoy the weekend...........

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Wow, my very first blog entry. What should I be writing? OF COURSE, NABEH! Some of you might be wondering why I like to "Nabeh here, Nabeh there". Well, it's just catchy and comes out of my mouth as smooth as silk. I have never explicitly understand the meaning of it. Maybe it derived from the word Nan Bei (south & north in chinese).

Once upon a time in China, there is this burly, fearless guard who watch over the gate of a town between north and south of China. Everyday, there will be numerous travellers going through this town gate. They will ask the guard where is this place (Well, it is a small poor town that can't afford any stone carving, mind you). The guard will reply Nan Bei Men (South-North Gate).

Imagine every day, every now and then, people will ask where is this place, the guard will have to reply Nan Bei Men numerous times. Of course, by the end of the day, he would reply "NABEH MAH". WHO WOULDN'T ?!

With the movement of immigrants, words start to spread. Fable becomes legend, legend becomes myth, myth becomes history, history becomes rumours. It was rumoured that if you feel tingling down your spine at night, you just screamed "NABEH LAH". All your fears will be gone! Maybe it is the warcry of the burly, fearless guard that drives off all the dirty things. Maybe it is very word "NABEH", when shouted, scared the shit out of everything, especially NSF. Try screaming "NABEH" at the security dogs and you will understand (But I am keeping my fingers crossed!) (",).

Pardon my crudeness and ang mo.