Last night I called home. My mom was pleased to inform me that they’ve installed Streamyx UniFi at home and that she could watch Maher Zain’s video clips without the need to wait for the videos to buffer and that my siblings are really enjoying the speed – my brother plays games online while Asna is searching for Bieber videos more than ever.
That’s right. Justin Bieber’s videos yo.
She’s involved in a school concert that’s going to be soon and even when I was home, she would Youtube old songs (like I’ve Got My Mind Set On You, circa 1980!) and harassed me over and over to play Never Say Never by Bieber in my room.
“Where did you listen to this?”
Okay. For the concert, I guess? She’d proceed dancing to the Bieber song and froze when the clip buffered… And continued moving when the clip played… And stopped when the clip buffered. On and on. You get the drift.
This is her daily routine. In my parents’ room, their bed is her stage. At one point she dreamily told me that (in shrill voice):
“Justin Bieber is ha-ha-ha-handsomeee”
This one time, she told me to Youtube for a new song for the concert.
The way she said it – please imagine her accent – its TEE-GAH-BA-LOO.
So I searched for it. “Tigabalu”. Nothing relevant came up. “Tigabaloo”. Pun nothing. I mean the word itself doesn’t make sense. Is this supposed to be an aboriginal song or something they extracted from the Jungle Book? Baloo. Get it? The bear Baloo.
Okay, beats me.
But then again, her pronunciation was kind of off, so I figured I should ask her:
“Is it a Malay or English song?”
“Are you sure?”
She seemed offended. Very offended, frowning and almost shouting.
“It’s a MALAY word”
“There’s no Tigabalu. Mana Asna dengar?”
She didn’t believe me so I had to research in front of her. Didn’t help that she didn’t know how to spell this “Tigabalu”.
So we ended the search initiative and forgot about it.
Three days or so later, she came to my room.
She said this, sheepishly, with eyes squinted.
“You said Tigabalu”
“My teacher says it’s Kinabalu”
At an instant. I laughed out loud. I think I rolled on my bed a little. Miss Tigabalu was humiliated, frowned, clenched her teeth and started hitting me as I chanted Tigabalu, Tigabalu.
The song’s called Tinggi-Tinggi Gunung Kinabalu.