Inconvenient Guests

Another guest dropped by just now. REAL ONE. An old kawan seusrah. Rich, stylish, the works, husband drives Porsche, house fully loaded to the brim, jewels to the max. The first thing she commented was, kenapa tak buat rumah macam orang sebelah? She just came from next door, surprising me with the fact that she has known my neighbour for years... (Ya, the ceti Benggali who lives off the blood of poor Indian KTM workers, and took 4 long, tortured(me) years to renovate their house).

I felt like slapping her beneath my smile. She said the exact same thing when she came to my two room apartment many years back. Now, looking into my cavernous, echo reflecting 6 room 4 bath house, decorated to the barest minimum, sans shiny kitchen, sans 'kerusi kerawang" sans the "regulation Malaysian home requirements" bla bla bla...she commented the same damn thing, insulted my house and my simple tastes and budget and only stayed for 5 minutes on my only sofa dwarfed by the living room, having spent 2 hours in the "more luxurious" house next door.

Don't you just loathe those kinda "guests"?

Maybe she needs more tazkirah or usrah?

Or maybe someone needs someone who is actually HOME to build us a home?

Or maybe someone thinks that this home will be their final home?

PLEASE DO NOT COME TO VISIT ME AGAIN, WOMAN!!!!

And bringing your kid along to peddle Mary Kay, that American crap to moi?

Don't you know anything about HONOR? SHAME ON YOU TEACHING YOUR KID TO LIVE OFF PEOPLE'S BLOOD. FOR MONEY??

Same goes for that woman living off Iraqi blood money retailing Shell products, and proud of her blood-soaked ringgit and her ability to buy love (other people's husband's love) and babies with it.

I GUESS SOME MEN LOVE 'EM DISHONORABLE WOMEN.

Oh...and I also wanted to bitch slap her when she asked me that famous and most loathesome question..."so keje ape sekarang?"

"...work from home.." I replied, expecting to hear exactly what she said next...

"ish...kesian/sayang/rugi belajar tinggi2, ye..." she shot back.

Anyone of you SOHOs want her address and stand in line to slap her silly?

And what..her kid is a Mary Kay pitcher?

I don't need make-up. Aishwarya needs make-up.

Me, I'm a natural beauty.