and it's fasting season again and hari raya is around the corner..lai lai angpau.
anyway, i was at the bank, of our own LOCAL bank and yeah, i know it's fasting season and most of them bankers are tired and hungry or whatever but come on, serve your customers rightfully.
i was doing some cash deposit with 6 different names on my bank-in slips and this fellow at the counter was asking me blindly why do i have 6 when i only have 5 account books. i was like .. oh my gawd, look at the names!!! don't just questioning me machine-gun-like when it's your job to keep it in checked. i don't like your attitude. rude. i don't see why he need to question me rudely as if fasting approves you to act like one. end with chapter 1.
now it's chapter 2.
there was an old Chinese guy standing behind me at the counter just now. one'd know at first glance that this elder is the kind of random people you don't usually see doing business at the bank. he was waiting for his turn queue-ing behind me holding his faded yellowish account book, he looked so out of place. he was mumbling and i overheard the word 'mau cek balance'.
i guess fasting really make some people a lazy idiot. this dude on the counter, he rather do the ribbons to make flowers rather than entertain this old man. it kinda made a tiny bit of my blood boiled. the old man just wanted to update his book, for God's sake. come on, do your free pahala la wei. so later on he took the book and start questioning. so the old man asked for an update and another bit of my blood boiled by the reply, "baru saja update ni". aiyoooo just update la the book when people asked for an update. you SHOULD know by then that this old man was waiting in hope for a transfered cash la! why so idiot la these people.
"ada masuk rm450"...some more of my blood boiled when he told the old man while looking at some other place. kau ingat tu orang papan playwood ka. look at him la while talking, bastard. i accidentally saw the amount of money in the book and yeah enough to survive until the end of the month, i guess. so i look at the old man, he was like standing there blurred so i know he wanted to widraw the money. i guess the dude knew the old man's intention and he ran off from the counter. kurang asam!!!
"pssstt.. psttt" .. the old man waved at the guy saying he wanted to widraw RM100. so he gave the slip and went off again. the old man was again blurred, didn't know what to do. i was dealing with another teller and was just about to teach the elder what to do when the dude came again pointing 'write ur name here',' ic here', 'amount here', 'sain'. i was just about to erupt with anger, thanks to the rudeness of people during fasting. don't be so rude to people who know nothing about everything. teach him to fish and he shall go fishing the next day, by himself!
so im off to keningau now. gonna be a boring 2 hours drive..yet, again.
you see things beyond my ordinary sight but i saw something none from your heart. you drew me a line beyond that horizon, now my curiosity took turn away from that path. whatever lies ahead of time, you and me, we are destined to not to have such common sight. instead of sharing one simple notion, we all end up in such stupid fights. so get your drink and space out. murder your time...now get out.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
denying their super egos
it's a good feeling to deny someone else's super ego without saying a word, just by choosing the opposite opponent of a football match lol. it's a very very nice feeling, i must admit. i somehow made good choices during this world cup campaign, to crush everyone's concrete ego to ground flat.
everyone seems to know everything even before the match is on. as if everyone's now, each one of them is given a pair of GOD's eyes to be able to see every wrong and right off the teams i am siding JUST because i choose an opponent side.
I've never been an England die hard fan, not even once. i really hope they won't qualify into the second round. that will surely silent most of the noisy hu ha hu ha posers haha.
i don't mind at first but the more the matches are played, the more dumb superiority they are showing. the thing is, most of the time they were wrong about it but to show them the idea of having my own support means i have to get through a series of egoism-superiority bombardment. though, it's only a friendship rivalry, this is still a self-exile.
everyone seems to know everything even before the match is on. as if everyone's now, each one of them is given a pair of GOD's eyes to be able to see every wrong and right off the teams i am siding JUST because i choose an opponent side.
I've never been an England die hard fan, not even once. i really hope they won't qualify into the second round. that will surely silent most of the noisy hu ha hu ha posers haha.
i don't mind at first but the more the matches are played, the more dumb superiority they are showing. the thing is, most of the time they were wrong about it but to show them the idea of having my own support means i have to get through a series of egoism-superiority bombardment. though, it's only a friendship rivalry, this is still a self-exile.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
foul intention
envy and jealousy are two different things but they carry the same disastrous event to one another. not that i didn't see it coming but i've always knew that things will get cocky like that. people won't admit it but you can always see of their self portrait of not so good intention, indirectly, without his or her awareness. the things is, how could you stop him or her from doing so? no idea. it will only cause a pale future of misunderstanding and harsh acceptance.
Friday, June 11, 2010
you and me and the world of man
everyone is childish because you and me, we're just boys and girls living in the world of man. a world meant for us to not to understand each others well. in general.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
the pouring rain
...and it rains again today. the atmosphere turns from gloomy to sleepy and silent, only to be cracked by the music, a Sullen Girl by Fiona Apple, from the pink classic Ipod, piercing through the chill and into my pair of ears. suicidal tendency projected by the mix emotion of life, as the rain pours down heavily, it reminds me of a never ending tears. a heavy disturbance for a sentimentalist.
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