The Voice

These few days have seen me hanging out with Jay, Razlan and Jess. Our drunkard escapades could've been satisfying if it weren't for the presence of a very annoying-squeaky-high-pitched voice. My first impression of the owner of this "voice" was a good one. But until my recent experience with her, her true colours showed and I can say that God has really put my patience to the test. Finally to no avail, my patience has reached it's limit. While hungrily wolfing down on my food, (all my friends know that nothing, NOTHING, should come between me and my food ESPECIALLY when I'm starving) the others were talking about Easter Sunday and stuff like that..and The Voice turned to me "So you are what again? Kela..what? Kelabit?". To which I responded with a "Mm"(I was more interested in my food than talking about my ethnic background). Not getting the message, The Voice asked,"So, you're Christian meh?". I looked up, swallowed my food and gave the loudest "DUH" I can manage. Everyone looked up at me with a startled look. I continued eating and was smiling deep down inside as I imagined how she'd look like with my plate of "mee mamak goreng" on her head. I could feel the tension in the air right after my "DUH" episode...so to ease it, with all my might, I looked up, smiled and said,"I get that all the time because people always assume that I'm a Malay." But to my dismay, The Voice replied,"Yah! I get that all the time too! Why ar"...and my mind trailed off as she began holding the table hostage with stories about her. All I could hear was "Squeak... squeak squeak squeak....SQUEAK...squeak squeak....."

I made a promise to myself The Voice will be the first and last of her kind I would ever want to encounter for the rest of my life.