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Saturday, November 8, 2008 @ 4:45 PM
complain

This post will be all about me complaining and bitching and the what-nots. So, I was pissed off today because there's so many phone calls to take. Is it defined in the dictionary that SATURDAY is a "call-and-harass" people day? NO! From what I know, Saturday is the day for one to relax and sleep in until late afternoon. But apparently, some companies or people in human resource are just dumb enough to call on a saturday. Is it because they think they know that people will be at home just waiting for their calls?

Case in point. Earlier today, there's this lady who called my house. Apparently, she wanted to speak to a mdm zubaidah. So, since there's nobody in the house that goes by that name, I told her she had the wrong number. But did she hang up? NO she didn't. She kept on saying that she got the correct number. And I was thinking in my heart, "hey bitch, this is my house and I think I know who lives here!" Then suddenly, she said, "Oops, sorry, I'm looking for mdm mariam", which of course is my mother. I told her that she ain't home and being polite, I asked to take a message. Apparently, she wants to talk to my mother and asked for her personal contact details. I mean if you're from a charity organisation, there's a reason people don't give you personal contact details like handphone and office numbers so that you won't harass them. I kept saying that I can't give my mom's number and then suddenly she just hang up the bloody phone. I was so pissed man. It's like I was woken up from my sleep because of your call and you're giving me attitude. BITCH!

Okay, I went out yesterday and took the bus, and sat near the back of the bus. So behind me was like 3 malay dudes who were definitely younger than me since they're like wearing east view soccer shirts and were carrying stuffs and all. And guess what their stupid conversation was all about?

"WHY CAN'T THIS BUS DRIFT?"

Ok, so I have to admit, that must have the dumbest conversation that I've ever heard anyone talk about. Firstly, a bus is not a race car and therefore, its purpose is not to drift but to act as a means of transportation to ferry people around so that there will be an efficient transport system. Secondly, if a bus were to drift, I sure as hell wouldn't be on that damn bus since I fear for my safety. Why oh why can't certain groups of people find anything deep and meaningful to talk about? Case in point, and I'm not discriminating. Why do certain people talk about senseless stuff like the drifting of a bus or soccer like you own the soccer club or about underground music and just stupid things in general? Is there like a lack of other things to discuss like politics and fashion or religion? I find that there's only a minority of them that I could talk about serious stuff with i.e. only 1 whom I usually converse with. The reason why I don't talk to certain groups of people is because I'm unfamiliar with their realm of reality and scope of conversation. I shall stop about this because I don't think that any of them could change since they've got brain the size of a pea.

Anyways, I'm also mad about bus drivers that charge students extra when they pay with coins and have showed their ez-link cards. I've experienced this twice and I just feel like giving these old faggots a freaking tight slap. The reason you're a bus driver is because you didn't study hard enough while you're in school and therefore, have to be stucked behind the wheels while you ferry more successful, younger people around. I sure as hell won't grow up to be like you. Anyways, it's not as if you are the owner of the bus. So, do you need to earn extra money to send your kids to school and that is why you need to charge students extra money. Idiots, and yes I am discriminating in this post because I need to let all of these emotions out.

I just wish that the world would be void of dumb, senseless and idiotic people because seriously, there's no space for them in this world. I'd rather have lesser human beings and help conserve the environment than have to interact with people like these. It's like they would ruin my day if they're the first people that I meet in the morning, especially in the case of the bus-driver. URRGGH.