Remember that kid you hated so much in class?
The one that complains and brings the parents after every single small thing? The one that raises hand the quickest for cikgu after being teased at? The one that reports you to pengawas and guru besar for the slightest of menace? The one that made you wanna lastik them so badly?
Yes. That kid! And that kid has now grown up.
So, what's this version of the "teachers' favourite" do in my agency? – Pulls the management card.
If only killing is not illegal.
Showing posts with label Rantdom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rantdom. Show all posts
21.2.13
18.11.12
The shy thing
The shy thing that we were in has brought us places, on time.
It has weaved through traffics, at times of emergency.
It has scaled countless roads, highways, and potholes, up north in Penang to the south of Malacca. And it will continue to do so at untouched territories.
It has screeched the many tight bends of Ulu Yam and Genting Highlands, in dim lighting.
It has scaled countless roads, highways, and potholes, up north in Penang to the south of Malacca. And it will continue to do so at untouched territories.
It has screeched the many tight bends of Ulu Yam and Genting Highlands, in dim lighting.
It has brought us home safely, after venturing into unknown corners.
It has burned rubbers at the speed of over 180, in a short straight.
It has survived numerous traction lost, both on dry and wet.
It has clocked an amazing 300,000 km, and it will clock another 300,000.
The shy thing, is Slow White Poke – a 1991 Toyota Corolla SE Limited – still in its original pearl white.
Remember that.
It has burned rubbers at the speed of over 180, in a short straight.
It has survived numerous traction lost, both on dry and wet.
It has clocked an amazing 300,000 km, and it will clock another 300,000.
The shy thing, is Slow White Poke – a 1991 Toyota Corolla SE Limited – still in its original pearl white.
Remember that.
15.7.12
Mad Valley
Recently they blocked the road at the south for the construction of don't-know-what-eco-fuck mall and/or an exhibition hall.
Huge diversion of traffic coming in and out of the ring. For those who are not working here, big confusion as they are hesitant in a life-death situation of should-I-turn-or-go-straight moment. That split second creates a wave effect all the way to the adjacent roads around the area.
Monday, like the title suggests, madness! Mad-madness! It was pouring almost the whole day too.
Half an hour into the crawl, I called up Handsome who an hour earlier asked if I wanna have a dinner / drink as he's stuck in the parking - I declined, my bad. Thought the traffic will be better when I leave later - he has just left the barrier at the exit. I then called As Long As Her. She already tak tahan, and went back in the mall.
It took me almost an hour.
An hour from level 6 to level 4A! The ramp of 4A that is. The ramp to level 4 is just a couple of cars away. I can almost smell the paint on the wall of level 4. Almost.
I swerved out the line and park at the first spot I see. Met As Long As Her at Kim and have a drink, while looking at the almost non-moving line of cars.
We left after 9.30-ish.
Some observations throughout the week.
Tuesday. Where is the traffic? Nice!
Wednesday. What is wrong again!? Even worst! People from G and H aren't allow to move over to the Gardens side of the traffic. One, big round to get to wherever you wanted to go. Glad to have stayed up at the office, looking down at the ants.
Thursday. Where the fuck is the traffic? Is there some sort of a game they are playing on us?
Friday. Too drunk to even bother.
For those of you who wants to come over to shop, don't!
It's a trap in here.
Huge diversion of traffic coming in and out of the ring. For those who are not working here, big confusion as they are hesitant in a life-death situation of should-I-turn-or-go-straight moment. That split second creates a wave effect all the way to the adjacent roads around the area.
Monday, like the title suggests, madness! Mad-madness! It was pouring almost the whole day too.
Half an hour into the crawl, I called up Handsome who an hour earlier asked if I wanna have a dinner / drink as he's stuck in the parking - I declined, my bad. Thought the traffic will be better when I leave later - he has just left the barrier at the exit. I then called As Long As Her. She already tak tahan, and went back in the mall.
It took me almost an hour.
An hour from level 6 to level 4A! The ramp of 4A that is. The ramp to level 4 is just a couple of cars away. I can almost smell the paint on the wall of level 4. Almost.
I swerved out the line and park at the first spot I see. Met As Long As Her at Kim and have a drink, while looking at the almost non-moving line of cars.
We left after 9.30-ish.
Some observations throughout the week.
Tuesday. Where is the traffic? Nice!
Wednesday. What is wrong again!? Even worst! People from G and H aren't allow to move over to the Gardens side of the traffic. One, big round to get to wherever you wanted to go. Glad to have stayed up at the office, looking down at the ants.
Thursday. Where the fuck is the traffic? Is there some sort of a game they are playing on us?
Friday. Too drunk to even bother.
For those of you who wants to come over to shop, don't!
It's a trap in here.
9.5.12
A simple nod
"I have not pay the balance to the valuer, you say!?"
When the property valuer were asking for a payment, not once I have missed a call. The bank is rushing them for reports. They are doing a job. Which is fine with me. I paid, and sent a copy of the bank draft. And thank you for reminding me for a report done. I paid, and again, I sent a copy together with the earlier draft.
That was two weeks ago.
Not once I get a ring / text / email / snail mail / pigeon mail / Morse code / smoke signal if they got it. Not once on both payments. Not. Fucking. Once.
Since the figure was discussed over the phone, there is no black and white. I clearly stated in the mail to confirm the deposit and balance. Nada. Till the bank called today. I forwarded the bank drafts right after. And begin a series of complaints to the valuer. Kena fuck kau-kau lah this valuer girl.
She texted later at night for my postal address. Also sent the same message to my mail. Thank you. Thank you so fucking much for waking up.
I really appreciate any, I say, any kind of acknowledgements.
Just a simple nod to make the world smile.
When the property valuer were asking for a payment, not once I have missed a call. The bank is rushing them for reports. They are doing a job. Which is fine with me. I paid, and sent a copy of the bank draft. And thank you for reminding me for a report done. I paid, and again, I sent a copy together with the earlier draft.
That was two weeks ago.
Not once I get a ring / text / email / snail mail / pigeon mail / Morse code / smoke signal if they got it. Not once on both payments. Not. Fucking. Once.
Since the figure was discussed over the phone, there is no black and white. I clearly stated in the mail to confirm the deposit and balance. Nada. Till the bank called today. I forwarded the bank drafts right after. And begin a series of complaints to the valuer. Kena fuck kau-kau lah this valuer girl.
She texted later at night for my postal address. Also sent the same message to my mail. Thank you. Thank you so fucking much for waking up.
I really appreciate any, I say, any kind of acknowledgements.
Just a simple nod to make the world smile.
4.2.12
Choose one
Rat-bitten LAN cable. Unstable wireless connection.
Nia sing. Not the bloody first time, though. Can't Mickey just leave it alone!? I used to laid them on the floor. Tracing every corners, angles and curbs, from Father's room to mine. Tripping every human being alive.
Guess I have to do that again.
Not to mention the forever dropping wireless. Shiok-shiok streaming vid halfway, and it got disconnected. I have to re-stream all over again. It would be lucky enough to even post this.
Sigh.
Nia sing. Not the bloody first time, though. Can't Mickey just leave it alone!? I used to laid them on the floor. Tracing every corners, angles and curbs, from Father's room to mine. Tripping every human being alive.
Guess I have to do that again.
Not to mention the forever dropping wireless. Shiok-shiok streaming vid halfway, and it got disconnected. I have to re-stream all over again. It would be lucky enough to even post this.
Sigh.
29.1.12
Why not?
It was a fairly innocent trip. It was.
My ex texted to have her photos in Hat Yai removed.
People been questioning her of my "appearance" in the trip. Friends. Families. People. People with serong mind. People with cavemen thoughts.
What I don't understand is, why didn't she tell them she was going with me in the first place? I thought she did! I told mine! What's with the secrecy!? What is there to hide? Can't two people who were in a relationship before have a trip together?
We. Are. Friends. For fuck sake.
What perks me up is when she mentioned an average people would have any tagged photos removed on request, no questions asked. Out of... respect. I couldn't agree more. But not after months it was up there. Not after she was being pressured from the misunderstandings from her not telling anyone prior to that trip.
I didn't blame her. What some say of people still living in the past is not a myth.
And going out with your exes is still a taboo. Take note.
But the photos are there to stay.
My ex texted to have her photos in Hat Yai removed.
People been questioning her of my "appearance" in the trip. Friends. Families. People. People with serong mind. People with cavemen thoughts.
What I don't understand is, why didn't she tell them she was going with me in the first place? I thought she did! I told mine! What's with the secrecy!? What is there to hide? Can't two people who were in a relationship before have a trip together?
We. Are. Friends. For fuck sake.
What perks me up is when she mentioned an average people would have any tagged photos removed on request, no questions asked. Out of... respect. I couldn't agree more. But not after months it was up there. Not after she was being pressured from the misunderstandings from her not telling anyone prior to that trip.
I didn't blame her. What some say of people still living in the past is not a myth.
And going out with your exes is still a taboo. Take note.
But the photos are there to stay.
27.12.11
Most likely abused
"Like".
A powerful gesture since Facebook. But of late, I've noticed people who abused the term. Given the same scenario, what if I would to put a line-breaker in between my posts?
"Like this to continue reading."?
Yup. I heard someone's yelling, "Bullshit!" on the other end. That's exactly my reaction when I encountered these websites.
What fuck now? Are you forcing us to "like" it to continue? What you gained from all the "Likes"? So what if the first half of the tease is interesting? That's not how it works. Let us read it first. Then we decide.
I'll "Like", if I liked it.
So, to those admin/moderators of such sites,
A powerful gesture since Facebook. But of late, I've noticed people who abused the term. Given the same scenario, what if I would to put a line-breaker in between my posts?
"Like this to continue reading."?
Yup. I heard someone's yelling, "Bullshit!" on the other end. That's exactly my reaction when I encountered these websites.
What fuck now? Are you forcing us to "like" it to continue? What you gained from all the "Likes"? So what if the first half of the tease is interesting? That's not how it works. Let us read it first. Then we decide.
I'll "Like", if I liked it.
So, to those admin/moderators of such sites,
19.11.11
Hangry
Late, heavy lunch. Skipped dinner. Came home after midnight. Was hungry. Mother cooked. Kitchen smelt funny. So is the char kuey teow. Spat on my first bite. Kerang turned bad. Lost me appetite.
And no, there's nothing wrong with the title.
I'm hungry. I'm angry.
And no, there's nothing wrong with the title.
I'm hungry. I'm angry.
1.10.11
How eye see it
Shortsighted, me.
No. Not that kind of shortsighted. I wear glasses.
I take them out when I sleep, bathe, and during intimate moments with my girls. I will spare the details on the intimacies. It's not that I know how to swim, but I take them out in the pool. But I wear them with my race helmet on. I wear them with my paintball mask.
The last I checked, my left was -5.xx, nearly a -6.00. My right, a mid -1.xx.
My better right overlaps the left.
The closest replication of my vision.
It wasn't that bad, really.
I have a feet of perfect vision without my specs on. I still can see the small little things I dropped with my eyes squint and bending over. I can see any objects, moving or stationary, but not the details. Driving? I do wipe / blow them while flooring the accel.
There's this one time, Once a Turbo playfully flicked water to my face. I told him off, and gave him a deadly stare. After that many years of wearing one, they are a part of me. They are my eyes.
Don't mess with it.
Now.
Image from Getty Images
These are what really pisses me off.
Glasses without lenses, or power. What are those? Some kinda fashion statement? Which is? Yeah, you look cute. Stupid at the same time. You are like wearing a mask, not a glasses. Are you hiding some kind of a birth defect? Or boosting your low self esteem?
It is not fun to wear them at all. A drop of water, you'll need to clean it. Same goes to dust. Steam. Fog. Fingerprints. Grease. Sauce. Oil. And it's tedious.
Take a look at the same model without it. Do you think she need one?
Image from Getty Images
One of the sweetest girl I've seen!
Shortsighted is a form of handicapped.
I was fortunate enough to have a slight blurred vision. To some, their power is so high, it would be termed as visually impaired. If you have Photoshop, open an image, go to Filter, select Gaussian Blur, drag the slider to 100. That's how they see the world. Respect that.
Before you wear them again, think.
No. Not that kind of shortsighted. I wear glasses.
I take them out when I sleep, bathe, and during intimate moments with my girls. I will spare the details on the intimacies. It's not that I know how to swim, but I take them out in the pool. But I wear them with my race helmet on. I wear them with my paintball mask.
The last I checked, my left was -5.xx, nearly a -6.00. My right, a mid -1.xx.
My better right overlaps the left.
The closest replication of my vision.
It wasn't that bad, really.
I have a feet of perfect vision without my specs on. I still can see the small little things I dropped with my eyes squint and bending over. I can see any objects, moving or stationary, but not the details. Driving? I do wipe / blow them while flooring the accel.
There's this one time, Once a Turbo playfully flicked water to my face. I told him off, and gave him a deadly stare. After that many years of wearing one, they are a part of me. They are my eyes.
Don't mess with it.
Now.
Image from Getty Images
These are what really pisses me off.
Glasses without lenses, or power. What are those? Some kinda fashion statement? Which is? Yeah, you look cute. Stupid at the same time. You are like wearing a mask, not a glasses. Are you hiding some kind of a birth defect? Or boosting your low self esteem?
It is not fun to wear them at all. A drop of water, you'll need to clean it. Same goes to dust. Steam. Fog. Fingerprints. Grease. Sauce. Oil. And it's tedious.
Take a look at the same model without it. Do you think she need one?
Image from Getty Images
One of the sweetest girl I've seen!
Shortsighted is a form of handicapped.
I was fortunate enough to have a slight blurred vision. To some, their power is so high, it would be termed as visually impaired. If you have Photoshop, open an image, go to Filter, select Gaussian Blur, drag the slider to 100. That's how they see the world. Respect that.
Before you wear them again, think.
23.9.11
If Facebook a human
It would be an indecisive, dramatic mood swing bitch.
Changes are good. Only when they come with improvement.
Changes are good. Only when they come with improvement.
1.9.11
Berita hangat
No. Not hot news.
But reading news articles in a warm room.
Fuck the weather, really. It changes so fast that fixing a shower head in the bedroom would be irrelevant. It was so cold, we were shivering while having some drinks last night at the mamak.
What happened lah?
15.8.11
Dumbstruck silly
This is just another one of those I-can't get-myself-to-sleep-and-my-mind-started-to-wander-off-to-recent-happenings post.
My producer showed me something she bought... I think I should rephrase this... was pestered by her kids to get the other day.
Two packs of it. 20-odd bucks each.
What the fuck are those!? Parents! Can shed me some lights here?
It's just coloured rubber bands! With angles! Well, okay... the only cool thing about this rubber is that it goes back to the original shape when it's taken off from the wrist, or any other body parts in that matter. But what warrants them for selling it that much? Raw latex as a commodity are traded fairly in the market. How much R&D is involved? And it's not even a rare material. Like, like, I don't know... uranium? Plutonium? Hope these words don't bring the FBIs / CIAs at my doorway in the morning.
What is even more ridiculous is the pack that comes with a Marvel's, yes, the comic giant brand stamp, is more expensive by another 2 freaking bucks!
These people are seriously making money from children.
Yes. She's pissed too.
My producer showed me something she bought... I think I should rephrase this... was pestered by her kids to get the other day.
Two packs of it. 20-odd bucks each.
What the fuck are those!? Parents! Can shed me some lights here?
It's just coloured rubber bands! With angles! Well, okay... the only cool thing about this rubber is that it goes back to the original shape when it's taken off from the wrist, or any other body parts in that matter. But what warrants them for selling it that much? Raw latex as a commodity are traded fairly in the market. How much R&D is involved? And it's not even a rare material. Like, like, I don't know... uranium? Plutonium? Hope these words don't bring the FBIs / CIAs at my doorway in the morning.
What is even more ridiculous is the pack that comes with a Marvel's, yes, the comic giant brand stamp, is more expensive by another 2 freaking bucks!
These people are seriously making money from children.
Yes. She's pissed too.
22.7.11
Corporate clown
There's one in all of us.
In any offices, since the beginning of time.
In any offices, since the beginning of time.
It's not the ass-licking-apple-polishers. Backstabbing ones? No.
I found faeces at the neck of the water hose in the public toilet.
First, a big yuck. Then I choked myself fighting back tears so damn hard, that I almost throw up my lunch, yesterday's dinner, last week's supper, last month's breakfast. I felt it at the top of my throat.
Second, I sincerely pity the guy. His public self-enema must have gone terribly wrong, he left the gents' with metal residues engraving deep into his anus wall. Maybe rust that even tetanus jab won't help. Failed Iron Man in the making.
I felt most for the shit. What destined to be a reincarnation in the waste plant, never seen the light of day.
Just when I thought I've seen worst. Makes people that squats on toilet seats less retarded.
You felt it? Of course you do.
If you are one of them.
11.5.11
Love, hate, love-hate
One of the most excited time in months.
I have a date with Hitam Manis! Not a set up, but a date!
Having mixed feeling of excitements jumbled up into one lump on the way to her place. Of happiness and hope. Uncertainties and worries. Our first official date! She must have a slight interest to go out with me. Ada chance, ada chance.
Will it turn out well? How do I look? Have I forgot to bring anything? Must remember to open the door for her! Be myself. Don't forget to say hi. And don't screw this up, Birthmark!
She wasn't there when I reached. Okay, okay. Girls being late is normal. I can wait. But I can't wait. Wow, when's the last time I had this feeling? Reminiscing the time with my ex. It was that long ago. That explains it. Shit! Sweaty palm! Not at this time! Where's the pack of tissue I bought the other day!?
Okay. Last minute... no, final checklist.
Things are gonna be fine. You are a confident lad, Birthmark. Look at the stuffs you produced at work. Look at how you nailed concepts. Look at how you bring yourself to people. You'll do just great!
I know! But when it comes to girl I like, I shy away. Argh!
I think I'm in love.
After a while I'm starting to get worry. Where is she lah? I scout around. She's no where in sight. I drove around the area. Oh, come on. Don't tell me it's just a prank. She's not that kind that would trick a guy like this. Not that I've heard of.
Just then, my phone rang.
"Birthmark! Hitam Manis is in the police station!"
What. The. Fuck!? What happened!?
Cut the story short.
Crime-solving rate in that area is extremely low. Police are looking for people to admit on crimes they did not commit! They are looking for scapegoats! Fuck them! Seriously! This is one of the reason why I never trust the force. I'm so fucking pissed and angry up to a point I almost snap and cry.
Got to call some people from the legal department, big shots, and "good" police from other units & branches. To sort things out. After much hoohas and picket outside the balai, she was released. Untouched, but noticeably shaken and worn out.
We parted home soon after.
I can't recall if we've have actually spoken to each other that much during the whole thing. Too tired to even remember.
I sent her a text later.
"I'm very worried about you. Hope you're fine. Don't worry about our date. We can still plan for other time. Will call you later. Sleep well and take care."
If there is even a "next time". Maybe she think I'm a jinx. There goes another chance. Like I've expected, I've screwed.
I looked at the time on my phone.
8:58 am.
I laughed out loud after gaining my consciousness.
What a relief! I'm glad that nothing actually happen to her. On the other hand, I am as pissed as ever. I've brought with me the emotions from my slumber. There were no date after all. The corrupted force. And the whole context of dreams.
I seldom dream. Makes me exhausted and moody the next day even I have adequate amount of sleep. Even how sweet a dream was. I am! For the whole day I'm in a semi-high mode. Piss-y. A little hot-tempered.
Aside from from these, I got job reqs on top of other job reqs. Urgencies on top of emergencies. Made things worst.
Zoky texted me somewhere mid day.
"Birthmark, I'm in a relationship again. I need to tell you this. You are the second one to know after my mum. I will not forget about you. I will always be there when you need me as you stand a place in my life..."
One after another...
I have a date with Hitam Manis! Not a set up, but a date!
Having mixed feeling of excitements jumbled up into one lump on the way to her place. Of happiness and hope. Uncertainties and worries. Our first official date! She must have a slight interest to go out with me. Ada chance, ada chance.
Will it turn out well? How do I look? Have I forgot to bring anything? Must remember to open the door for her! Be myself. Don't forget to say hi. And don't screw this up, Birthmark!
She wasn't there when I reached. Okay, okay. Girls being late is normal. I can wait. But I can't wait. Wow, when's the last time I had this feeling? Reminiscing the time with my ex. It was that long ago. That explains it. Shit! Sweaty palm! Not at this time! Where's the pack of tissue I bought the other day!?
Okay. Last minute... no, final checklist.
Things are gonna be fine. You are a confident lad, Birthmark. Look at the stuffs you produced at work. Look at how you nailed concepts. Look at how you bring yourself to people. You'll do just great!
I know! But when it comes to girl I like, I shy away. Argh!
I think I'm in love.
After a while I'm starting to get worry. Where is she lah? I scout around. She's no where in sight. I drove around the area. Oh, come on. Don't tell me it's just a prank. She's not that kind that would trick a guy like this. Not that I've heard of.
Just then, my phone rang.
"Birthmark! Hitam Manis is in the police station!"
What. The. Fuck!? What happened!?
Cut the story short.
Crime-solving rate in that area is extremely low. Police are looking for people to admit on crimes they did not commit! They are looking for scapegoats! Fuck them! Seriously! This is one of the reason why I never trust the force. I'm so fucking pissed and angry up to a point I almost snap and cry.
Got to call some people from the legal department, big shots, and "good" police from other units & branches. To sort things out. After much hoohas and picket outside the balai, she was released. Untouched, but noticeably shaken and worn out.
We parted home soon after.
I can't recall if we've have actually spoken to each other that much during the whole thing. Too tired to even remember.
I sent her a text later.
"I'm very worried about you. Hope you're fine. Don't worry about our date. We can still plan for other time. Will call you later. Sleep well and take care."
If there is even a "next time". Maybe she think I'm a jinx. There goes another chance. Like I've expected, I've screwed.
I looked at the time on my phone.
8:58 am.
I laughed out loud after gaining my consciousness.
What a relief! I'm glad that nothing actually happen to her. On the other hand, I am as pissed as ever. I've brought with me the emotions from my slumber. There were no date after all. The corrupted force. And the whole context of dreams.
I seldom dream. Makes me exhausted and moody the next day even I have adequate amount of sleep. Even how sweet a dream was. I am! For the whole day I'm in a semi-high mode. Piss-y. A little hot-tempered.
Aside from from these, I got job reqs on top of other job reqs. Urgencies on top of emergencies. Made things worst.
Zoky texted me somewhere mid day.
"Birthmark, I'm in a relationship again. I need to tell you this. You are the second one to know after my mum. I will not forget about you. I will always be there when you need me as you stand a place in my life..."
One after another...
13.12.10
Not. Again.
I hate it when this happened.
It was just, what... less than an hour? Even that four bottles of Tiger shared earlier among Father and Bro won't do justice.
What wakes me up? I need sleep!
I know what you are thinking. Might as well I try to get some sleep? I did. For an hour I did exactly that. Rolling from right to left, then back to right, then leftrightleftrightleftrightleftrightleftright. Wrapping me self like a popiah, no... cocoon.
Less than 4 hours before the Alien Ant Farm's Smooth Criminal rings.
Smelling the Monday blues now.
It was just, what... less than an hour? Even that four bottles of Tiger shared earlier among Father and Bro won't do justice.
What wakes me up? I need sleep!
I know what you are thinking. Might as well I try to get some sleep? I did. For an hour I did exactly that. Rolling from right to left, then back to right, then leftrightleftrightleftrightleftrightleftright. Wrapping me self like a popiah, no... cocoon.
Less than 4 hours before the Alien Ant Farm's Smooth Criminal rings.
Smelling the Monday blues now.
2.11.10
The "should have" moment
Just as I about to swerve in the entrance ramp to the parking today, a black mini MPV in front of me stopped. A well-dressed woman in lilac got down. What? Wait. You planning to dock just right here?
I gave her a polite honk. She then walked towards me. She gave me that disgusted look you only see in certain kind/type of people.
"Awak block parking... (before I could continue)"
"Lah, sabar lah, aduh!"
Then her car moved!
Oh! Okay... the passenger switched place from the inside. The fuck I know ar!? Your car was almost illegally tinted. You got down from the driver's side. There was about 20 feet to my car. The time it took you to come over to blurted out the "sabar" thingy, would have taken you enough time to indicate someone is in there, and was about to leave. Signal lights don't come optional with the purchase of the car.
I understand that sabar is separuh dari iman. Or whatever you wanna put it. The look on your pathetic face isn't sabar as well.
I should have screw the fuck out of her then.
Yeah. That moment.
Good start of the day.
I gave her a polite honk. She then walked towards me. She gave me that disgusted look you only see in certain kind/type of people.
"Awak block parking... (before I could continue)"
"Lah, sabar lah, aduh!"
Then her car moved!
Oh! Okay... the passenger switched place from the inside. The fuck I know ar!? Your car was almost illegally tinted. You got down from the driver's side. There was about 20 feet to my car. The time it took you to come over to blurted out the "sabar" thingy, would have taken you enough time to indicate someone is in there, and was about to leave. Signal lights don't come optional with the purchase of the car.
I understand that sabar is separuh dari iman. Or whatever you wanna put it. The look on your pathetic face isn't sabar as well.
I should have screw the fuck out of her then.
Yeah. That moment.
Good start of the day.
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