Jingkli Nona

Jingkli Nona is a portuguese song that my grandma, dad, aunt and uncle used to sing to me when I was a kid. Well, not directly to me… But they usually sing it when I was around. I loved that song because the meaning of the song was funny. My father’s side of the family are very fluent in Kristang. I never had the chance to learn it, but I know a few words (Esply. the bad ones ) Hehe.

The song Jingkli Nona goes (anyone who is familiar to this song according the portuguese way, is free to correct me) :

Jingkli nona, jingkli nona yo kereh kazah,
Jingkli nona, jingkli nona yo kereh kazah,
Kaza nteh porta nteh kai logu pasah.
Kaza nteh porta nteh kai logu pasah.
Teng, kantu teng, kontu teng, falah nteng
Teng, kantu teng, kontu teng, falah nteng

According to my grandma (whom I asked when I was about 9) it means :

Dancing lady, dancing lady..
I want to marry you
I have no house
I don’t even have no door
How would we live?
Even if you don’t have or you have,
Its better you say don’t have..

There’s even a dance to it. I don’t think anyone would teach me that. Heee. Neways, I love to embrace this culture but, you know.. I’ve lost the person who could teach me. So yeah, I’ll just hope I’ll go to Malacca soon. Or find someone who is willing to teach me Kristang and the culture.

Suck, suck.

Hello.
Yesterday was a hell of a day for me. It was happy at first (although I was reminded by the gff how unfortunate i am in various events), but it turned sour when my PC decided to go nuts. This is my second time reformatting it, this month. Sucks, you know.

Anyways, I’m just gonna blog about what happened yesterday. If you do care, proceed reading. Har Har.

The day well spent with Vee, Amir , Hadi, and Yurvin. We were suppose to watch Beowulf, but we were sorta late so we (after me convincing em’ to watch it) decided to watch 30 Days Of Night. It was So-So lah. The storyline ain’t that great, but the gross effect was superb. My legs kept twitching and I think I kicked Vee and Hadi several times. LOL.

After the movie, we proceeded to eating where stomach-of-steel Amir ate nothing of his plate. Maybe he did, but it looked like as if he didn’t eat anything, okay.

We went bowling afterwards. The fact that all of us sucked at bowling was funny. We played one game of bowling, which was 10 rounds. Cost us about, uhmm.. RM7 per person. Quite cheap okay. The drill was to pick up which ever ball you like (haha) and throw it and make sure it hit the pins. Hadi told us not to throw it, because it might spoil the alley. But, we all ignored him and kept doing the same. He did it too, okay.

At the end of the game, the score was pretty much OK lah. Haha. I got second place *smugs*.

After bowling, Vee and Yurvin left because they had something to do. Amir , Hadi and I went gala-gala like vultures around MidV including eating, looking at games ( I was pro at the Winnie the Pooh game ) and talking rubbish. We ate at Burger King and cabut-ed before it was rush hour.

We managed to chit chat and take couple of pics in the train where Hadi fell over and Amir and I could only laugh. Was so bloody embarrassing.

All in all, it was a fun day out with the friends. Although the PC had to be sucky. Phft.

Pics ahead.

Hadi and I, after his fall.

Me and Amir. Wanna pick a fight? 

Amir ogling someBODY. 

Amir and Hadi. Cute couple c[:

Au Revoir 

The langua.

The only exam paper I always look forward to receiving is my English paper. The fact that my teacher is strict (and sometimes quite stingy) and very determined to squeeze every mistake out of my paper impresses me.

I got her last year, and yes.. I got her this year, again. My friend reenacted my reaction when we found out that she’s our english teacher… again. By the looks of it, I was sorta hating it.But I gotta love her, she doesn’t encourage me or support me. She makes me feel like I have to try hard to impress her just to get a good mark.

We’re talking about the same (and only) teacher who gives me C for my English. Ever. Yes, yes.. I’ve got C before. So getting it again seems normal to me. She deducts marks from my paper every chance she gets. Neways, back to my English paper.

I got A1. Hee. Thats like a wow, just getting it from her. She deducted marks from my summary and in my essay, I spelt they without the ‘y’. TWICE. It was the, the, the all the time. The stupidest part was, I spelt lightning (yes, that flashy thing just before thunder) as lightening. Like a friggin’ lightening lotion. The worst part is, I spelt it right at first, and cut it off and wrote lightening.. Like so – lightning lightening, thus deducting 4 marks for my spelling mistake.

I spelt committee  with one ‘m‘. Sigh. I got good though. I lubbit. I sayang her. Hehehe. At least she didn’t leave my marks hanging like mid year. Heeee.

Oh yeah, we got our position in class. I got a good num, BUT my results are crap. Sigh.