Memories of the Wind.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Difficult customers- us. I and my bro.
~I and my brother exhibited exemplary examples of difficult customers that customer service officers love to hate.~
I was at M1 customer service shop at paragon, to renew my student plan who has expired. I knew my brother was supposed to be present as my plan is under his. However, a service personnel whom I have spoken to earlier over the phone told me that a photocopy of my brother's IC would be enough for renewal of my plan. Therefore, armed with the necessary "ammo" for war with the customer service officer, I appeared in front of the M1 personnel, poised and composed.
He told me at the very least, he needed a confirmation from my brother. Hence he called him. I did not know what my brother told him over the line, but I am assured that he wasn't ready to be a pushover.
In a few seconds, the M1 personnel was "pushed". Over. Game over..
I had a favourable response.
Then I told him of a need to change the existing plan too, to which he said he have to call my brother again.
"Ring".
Over in 10seconds.
I had a favourable response.
I felt sorry for the M1 personnel almost immediately.
"Nothing personal ok."
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Later in the evening, just 30minutes earlier, I showed exactly why a coin has 2 sides.
I am really not a good guy. I insist. And I showed why to another service personnel,
a Sony Ericsson Call Centre service personnel. I blasted "shots" of fury at him, because I was pretty appalled at the quality of service that I am getting from SE.
My beloved W960I has been rather naughty. Or it might have been truly sick. Its touch screen works when it feels like it. I suppose it takes after a character trait that I possess. I call it a volatile streak.
Anyway, I went down to Wisma SE Repair Centre 2 weeks ago but I was told that there weren't any spare parts left to repair my phone. However, the cs officer told me that she will give me a call 2 weeks when the parts come in.
Since I did not hear from them, I decided to call the Call Centre myself. Great. They actually have parts now. But trouble brews. The parts were only avaiable on a first come first serve basis. And their policy is that they cannot reserve parts for customers.
...Muffled %$&@*$...
Never mind what I did, or said.
Let just say the service personnel did not enjoy it.
And I got my way. But reservation for only 2 days.
I was at M1 customer service shop at paragon, to renew my student plan who has expired. I knew my brother was supposed to be present as my plan is under his. However, a service personnel whom I have spoken to earlier over the phone told me that a photocopy of my brother's IC would be enough for renewal of my plan. Therefore, armed with the necessary "ammo" for war with the customer service officer, I appeared in front of the M1 personnel, poised and composed.
He told me at the very least, he needed a confirmation from my brother. Hence he called him. I did not know what my brother told him over the line, but I am assured that he wasn't ready to be a pushover.
In a few seconds, the M1 personnel was "pushed". Over. Game over..
I had a favourable response.
Then I told him of a need to change the existing plan too, to which he said he have to call my brother again.
"Ring".
Over in 10seconds.
I had a favourable response.
I felt sorry for the M1 personnel almost immediately.
"Nothing personal ok."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Later in the evening, just 30minutes earlier, I showed exactly why a coin has 2 sides.
I am really not a good guy. I insist. And I showed why to another service personnel,
a Sony Ericsson Call Centre service personnel. I blasted "shots" of fury at him, because I was pretty appalled at the quality of service that I am getting from SE.
My beloved W960I has been rather naughty. Or it might have been truly sick. Its touch screen works when it feels like it. I suppose it takes after a character trait that I possess. I call it a volatile streak.
Anyway, I went down to Wisma SE Repair Centre 2 weeks ago but I was told that there weren't any spare parts left to repair my phone. However, the cs officer told me that she will give me a call 2 weeks when the parts come in.
Since I did not hear from them, I decided to call the Call Centre myself. Great. They actually have parts now. But trouble brews. The parts were only avaiable on a first come first serve basis. And their policy is that they cannot reserve parts for customers.
...Muffled %$&@*$...
Never mind what I did, or said.
Let just say the service personnel did not enjoy it.
And I got my way. But reservation for only 2 days.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
The soccer hooligan.
A fight of the century could have been fought.
The exciting and totally rude exchange of vulgarities were an ominous sign of bloodshed and violence. It could have spurred 2 hot headed men to grab at each other's throats and spill blood. However, it simply ended with a few glasses of beer for one of the man and his companions.
That man was my brother.
We were playing soccer at Fico which was an indoor turf soccer court near Jurong West today at 10pm with a group of friend's friends. As a matter of fact, that meant strangers. My brother was involved in a slight tussle with a pockmarked guy donning a Man Utd jersey. My brother had shrugged off his attention and the guy fell to the ground in a more than legitimate challenge.
Any referee would have let play go on for a harder challenge.
The pockmarked guy reacted as if someone had hurt that small, oblivious part of his innate pride. He ranted off like a mad dog on the loose and was incredulous that my brother did not apologize for that challenge on him.
However, he did not really give my bro a chance. The guy was up on his feet in an instant and how do u expect a sane human being to react when a mad man started shooting with his verbal AK47 from point blank range.
If a man starts shooting at you, u either run, or shoot back.
My brother chose the latter.
Angry words ensued, but my brother was the calmer one.
The guy got so angry that fists were raised and we had to seperate them.
The guy finally said" I do not want to play with you."
Words formed in my head. "Childish little fool."
My brother shouted back and said fine. He left the court which was enclosed in a net. Our team followed suit. 5 of us just sat outside to rest for a while. Another team who was waiting for their turn outside went to play and one of them who was about to go into the court told my brother not to mind that guy and the pockmarked guy overheard that. The kind hearted guy got a load of verbal attacks from his pockmarked friend because of that.
Intermediate conclusion: The pockmarked guy is really ... bla bla bla..
The most ridiculous thing is.. After 3minutes or so, the pockmarked guy in the court began his rubbish again.
He ranted:" Since you are not interested in playing and want to leave, why are you still here?"
Gosh.. I could hear something break. I think it is my brother's temper. My bro got totally obscene. Anyway, the rest of us were quite exasperated since we had the right to rest a while first.
Hmm, the human mind is complex. Has the mechanism in the pockmarked guy gone awry?
Final conclusion: Let's just leave.
.
.
.
.
ps: It was lucky that I managed to calm my brother by listing the undesirable consequences of assault. He really wanted to beat the daylights out of that guy.
Really, what is the point.
The exciting and totally rude exchange of vulgarities were an ominous sign of bloodshed and violence. It could have spurred 2 hot headed men to grab at each other's throats and spill blood. However, it simply ended with a few glasses of beer for one of the man and his companions.
That man was my brother.
We were playing soccer at Fico which was an indoor turf soccer court near Jurong West today at 10pm with a group of friend's friends. As a matter of fact, that meant strangers. My brother was involved in a slight tussle with a pockmarked guy donning a Man Utd jersey. My brother had shrugged off his attention and the guy fell to the ground in a more than legitimate challenge.
Any referee would have let play go on for a harder challenge.
The pockmarked guy reacted as if someone had hurt that small, oblivious part of his innate pride. He ranted off like a mad dog on the loose and was incredulous that my brother did not apologize for that challenge on him.
However, he did not really give my bro a chance. The guy was up on his feet in an instant and how do u expect a sane human being to react when a mad man started shooting with his verbal AK47 from point blank range.
If a man starts shooting at you, u either run, or shoot back.
My brother chose the latter.
Angry words ensued, but my brother was the calmer one.
The guy got so angry that fists were raised and we had to seperate them.
The guy finally said" I do not want to play with you."
Words formed in my head. "Childish little fool."
My brother shouted back and said fine. He left the court which was enclosed in a net. Our team followed suit. 5 of us just sat outside to rest for a while. Another team who was waiting for their turn outside went to play and one of them who was about to go into the court told my brother not to mind that guy and the pockmarked guy overheard that. The kind hearted guy got a load of verbal attacks from his pockmarked friend because of that.
Intermediate conclusion: The pockmarked guy is really ... bla bla bla..
The most ridiculous thing is.. After 3minutes or so, the pockmarked guy in the court began his rubbish again.
He ranted:" Since you are not interested in playing and want to leave, why are you still here?"
Gosh.. I could hear something break. I think it is my brother's temper. My bro got totally obscene. Anyway, the rest of us were quite exasperated since we had the right to rest a while first.
Hmm, the human mind is complex. Has the mechanism in the pockmarked guy gone awry?
Final conclusion: Let's just leave.
.
.
.
.
ps: It was lucky that I managed to calm my brother by listing the undesirable consequences of assault. He really wanted to beat the daylights out of that guy.
Really, what is the point.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
My responsibility, my life
A war is raging on in my house and the aggressor is none other than my aunt. I was like Thailand when Japan attacked Singapore. At least I do not get "occupied" by the unfolding of events. My aunt certainly likes to holler. And my cousin tears.
大声因为她大! LOL!
But I do not like the tension in the house. I was studying materials yesterday and I have to divide my attention to the growing unease and the harsh choice of words that my aunt has to offer for my cousin. It will put a venomous snake to shame, the way she speaks.
Haa. My brother ever broke an iron and a cup plus a couple more things because my aunt spewed some inconsiderate remarks about my mum. *sighs*
I feel like a material beyond its elastic limit and it is a double-edged sword. What don't break you makes you stronger. Though it sounds interesting that a material truly becomes stronger when it stretches more, the material will also lose the ability to stretch too. One day, it will break if it stretches too much.
I feel old now. Bones are aching.. But this is my responsibility, my life. I could not possibly run away from my life.
I just need to be louder!!! BUAHAHAHAHA!!!!
大声因为她大! LOL!
But I do not like the tension in the house. I was studying materials yesterday and I have to divide my attention to the growing unease and the harsh choice of words that my aunt has to offer for my cousin. It will put a venomous snake to shame, the way she speaks.
Haa. My brother ever broke an iron and a cup plus a couple more things because my aunt spewed some inconsiderate remarks about my mum. *sighs*
I feel like a material beyond its elastic limit and it is a double-edged sword. What don't break you makes you stronger. Though it sounds interesting that a material truly becomes stronger when it stretches more, the material will also lose the ability to stretch too. One day, it will break if it stretches too much.
I feel old now. Bones are aching.. But this is my responsibility, my life. I could not possibly run away from my life.
I just need to be louder!!! BUAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Full.
I know I have a tremendous appetite. I can wolf down an entire plate of half spring chicken rice, and there would still be space left for A Happiness plate. That was last Saturday..
However, that does not mean I have to complete everything. I hate it when my aunt keep on asking me to finish the rice tonight. I had taken enough.. Anymore and I have the feeling that my stomach will burst..
It didn't. But it certainly don't feel well...
However, that does not mean I have to complete everything. I hate it when my aunt keep on asking me to finish the rice tonight. I had taken enough.. Anymore and I have the feeling that my stomach will burst..
It didn't. But it certainly don't feel well...
Labels: anger
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Attitude.
Had a tiff with my aunt. She was in her usual foul mood when I reached home in the evening. She started blabbering and scolding me for nothing.
She ranted:"Don't come home even better."
Oh.
So I just opened the door and went out again, and left my phone to charge.
She ranted:"Don't come home even better."
Oh.
So I just opened the door and went out again, and left my phone to charge.
Labels: anger
Friday, September 21, 2007
Anger management
I seriously do not know why I am so pissed for.
The main culprit was not even interested in caring about how I feel. To think that I have been truthful to her. If I do not care about her as a friend, I will not be so pissed off.
But the reaction from her shows that the truth is simple.
It hurts.
Oh. I need to stop it. Petty little emotional wreck in a grown-up man.
No one is going to like this nonsense.
However, I guess I will be fine by tomorrow.
开心的小叮当果然还是比较可爱．
The main culprit was not even interested in caring about how I feel. To think that I have been truthful to her. If I do not care about her as a friend, I will not be so pissed off.
But the reaction from her shows that the truth is simple.
It hurts.
Oh. I need to stop it. Petty little emotional wreck in a grown-up man.
No one is going to like this nonsense.
However, I guess I will be fine by tomorrow.
开心的小叮当果然还是比较可爱．
Thursday, September 20, 2007
I am pissed.
Stood me up, flew my kite, pang-seh, broke a promise,
all had a disastrous effect on me. I am totally pissed.
Normally, my temper is mild, but someone just treaded on my toes today by showing a trait that had an entirely revolting effect. I realised today that everything is fine and well, sunshine and all that, unless someone decided to pull a fast one on me by breaking a promise that he or she had earlier made.
I just blew my top today and erupted like a malicious volcano spewing flames and ashes and debris to an approximate radius of 10m that strangers within that range could feel my wrath. I was unleashed.
It would have been absolutely fine with me if the guilty person had decided to change her mind and informed us earlier. I would not flew into such an uncontrollable rage. Instead, she walked off like nothing else matters when the bus arrived.
I was totally shocked. And I simply tarnished my wholesome image at the engine bus stop today.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
I hate liars.
I picked a fight with my aunt again.
It was not a battle of the century, but it was a moment to be forgotten.
She was angry that I never eat the breakfast that she bought though I was running late for class today. Furthermore, she grumbled that she has mopped the floor and that I will not lift a finger to help her so it does not matter. That ignited my engine and slowly got me revving. I always wiped the floor till a point of merciless efficiency often but I was simply too busy to bother with such time consuming and seemingly unimportant matters this week.
She even accused of splurging my mum's money. That was the last straw.
I hate liars.
And I burst into flames of rapid fire.
It was not a battle of the century, but it was a moment to be forgotten.
She was angry that I never eat the breakfast that she bought though I was running late for class today. Furthermore, she grumbled that she has mopped the floor and that I will not lift a finger to help her so it does not matter. That ignited my engine and slowly got me revving. I always wiped the floor till a point of merciless efficiency often but I was simply too busy to bother with such time consuming and seemingly unimportant matters this week.
She even accused of splurging my mum's money. That was the last straw.
I hate liars.
And I burst into flames of rapid fire.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
CHANGE ME
I am fuming. Well, at least in the morning. The fumes are somewhat doused by the rain since afternoon. I thought I have sufficient time in the morning to reach school early. I grudgingly admit that I could have left house even earlier but I presumed that time was on my side. I could miss a bus and reach on time.
.. In the end, I missed probably 2 buses though I was out early. Answering nature's call outside the comfort of home was 2nd nature by now. When I was finally out to cross the road, the bus came and went.
And for 3 consecutive days, I am left chasing after the fumes left by the backside of the bus. Trust me to be fuming. I could only reach school on time. And I guess my academic year's new resolution to be early for school is eluding and corroding fast.
.. I realise that finding stuff to blog is easier when I venture into unfamiliar grounds. I went to the library for research today morning, which is pretty uncharacteristic of me. Some guy was roller skating and grinning from ear to ear. It must be his antics. Nice transportation there.
Perhaps tomorrow I will find someone on stilts. I suggest peddling to school on those single wheels which you often see monkeys performing. I do not know that is called though. Make Nus a circus.
~~~~
And I had the chance to try the newly renovated Arts canteen this week. Finally! It is always packed. Opinion? The quality is still the same, and that means Engine is still my highest rated canteen! LOL! Ooh. By the way, I ate my anything mee (everything also have a bit) at my favourite "water leg mee" stall at Science today. (only chinese understand).
LOL~~~~!!!
Talking crap again. CHANGE ME!
.. In the end, I missed probably 2 buses though I was out early. Answering nature's call outside the comfort of home was 2nd nature by now. When I was finally out to cross the road, the bus came and went.
And for 3 consecutive days, I am left chasing after the fumes left by the backside of the bus. Trust me to be fuming. I could only reach school on time. And I guess my academic year's new resolution to be early for school is eluding and corroding fast.
.. I realise that finding stuff to blog is easier when I venture into unfamiliar grounds. I went to the library for research today morning, which is pretty uncharacteristic of me. Some guy was roller skating and grinning from ear to ear. It must be his antics. Nice transportation there.
Perhaps tomorrow I will find someone on stilts. I suggest peddling to school on those single wheels which you often see monkeys performing. I do not know that is called though. Make Nus a circus.
~~~~
And I had the chance to try the newly renovated Arts canteen this week. Finally! It is always packed. Opinion? The quality is still the same, and that means Engine is still my highest rated canteen! LOL! Ooh. By the way, I ate my anything mee (everything also have a bit) at my favourite "water leg mee" stall at Science today. (only chinese understand).
LOL~~~~!!!
Talking crap again. CHANGE ME!
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Sick.
生病了。
Down with sore throat and a throbbing headache.
Wonders what is wrong with me.
Today is sleep, sleep and sleep.
Down with sore throat and a throbbing headache.
Wonders what is wrong with me.
Today is sleep, sleep and sleep.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Lets get on with work
I flatly refused when my Secondary one tuition kid asked me to help him do his Science homework which is due next week. Feeling shortchanged due to my refusal, this prompted him to say " What's a tuition teacher for if he cannot help with homework?" Hence, I came up with the classic story "How to teach a man to fish instead of giving him a fish". Apparently, he must have dismissed the story as a load of crap since he rebutted with a stinging sentence.
"You are just giving me the rod! You do not give a man a rod and expect him to fish without teaching him anything!!"
However, I completed a swinging reversal by throwing a few smoke bombs and grenades back, since the answers could all be found from the textbook.
"YOU are already equipped to use the rod. Then, do you expect me to take the rod and fish for you?"
He replied with an unconvincing yes, and I knew the battle was won. Though, there was still much to be fought in today's war of words.
He said that he could and would copy from his friends anyway. To which, I responded in nonchalance by concluding that I have 3 logical answers to his doubts. First, I could give him the answers. Secondly, I should try to keep on motivating him to do his work himself. Lastly, he can copy from his friends.
Well, I explained that the second one does not seem to work, which means I have 2 alternative routes to take. Between this 2, I accentuated the fact that I will rather him copy from his friends, as he will probably learn more if he copied with his minimal thinking cap on. Furthermore, if there were any mistakes, he will be able to learn from it.
Copying is an art, do not despise it and underestimate it.
However, I do not advocate it. I explain that he should seek and explore the experience of doing something through his own effort, by it joy or sorrow. It may not be wholly beneficial, yet you can't take that away. Rather, his attitude might cause him harm.
I continued by showing him an atrocious example of a University friend whom I shall not divulge
here. He was enthralled and throughly fascinated by the "escapees" of this friend. I knew I got his attention.
From there, I talked about other stuff, people and relationships, and even my own struggles with learning. There was no tuition to be done today.
It was then that he suddenly said,
"Lets get on with work."
..
Though there was only 5 minutes left, it was enough for this clever "brat" (meant as a joke) to complete one page. And at the end of the session, he reassured me that he has been inspired and he will do his work.
*smilesssss*
To me, a tuition teacher is supposed to provide that extra bit and clarify doubts which the student has trouble understanding from the school curriculum. I do not expect to really be a superman and teach a lot especially when time is a major constraint. I got only 3 hours of teaching time each week.
Instead, it will be wonderful to motivate the kid to cultivate an interest in learning and get him to study in his free time. It beats coercing, threatening and forcing the kid with countless other means to do his work when it is blatant that he is doing it with a 100% frown.
"You are just giving me the rod! You do not give a man a rod and expect him to fish without teaching him anything!!"
However, I completed a swinging reversal by throwing a few smoke bombs and grenades back, since the answers could all be found from the textbook.
"YOU are already equipped to use the rod. Then, do you expect me to take the rod and fish for you?"
He replied with an unconvincing yes, and I knew the battle was won. Though, there was still much to be fought in today's war of words.
He said that he could and would copy from his friends anyway. To which, I responded in nonchalance by concluding that I have 3 logical answers to his doubts. First, I could give him the answers. Secondly, I should try to keep on motivating him to do his work himself. Lastly, he can copy from his friends.
Well, I explained that the second one does not seem to work, which means I have 2 alternative routes to take. Between this 2, I accentuated the fact that I will rather him copy from his friends, as he will probably learn more if he copied with his minimal thinking cap on. Furthermore, if there were any mistakes, he will be able to learn from it.
Copying is an art, do not despise it and underestimate it.
However, I do not advocate it. I explain that he should seek and explore the experience of doing something through his own effort, by it joy or sorrow. It may not be wholly beneficial, yet you can't take that away. Rather, his attitude might cause him harm.
I continued by showing him an atrocious example of a University friend whom I shall not divulge
here. He was enthralled and throughly fascinated by the "escapees" of this friend. I knew I got his attention.
From there, I talked about other stuff, people and relationships, and even my own struggles with learning. There was no tuition to be done today.
It was then that he suddenly said,
"Lets get on with work."
..
Though there was only 5 minutes left, it was enough for this clever "brat" (meant as a joke) to complete one page. And at the end of the session, he reassured me that he has been inspired and he will do his work.
*smilesssss*
To me, a tuition teacher is supposed to provide that extra bit and clarify doubts which the student has trouble understanding from the school curriculum. I do not expect to really be a superman and teach a lot especially when time is a major constraint. I got only 3 hours of teaching time each week.
Instead, it will be wonderful to motivate the kid to cultivate an interest in learning and get him to study in his free time. It beats coercing, threatening and forcing the kid with countless other means to do his work when it is blatant that he is doing it with a 100% frown.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Irritable.
Having a voracious appetite nowadays. I do not feel happy to make my stomach feel all out of sorts, yet I am choosing a most natural way to ease my tensed up emotions.
Last Saturday, I ate 4 bowls of rice. Don't know what's wrong with me.
And today,I went for supper with Sk, Pek and Joa.
That was after a hair cut with Sk, Jun, Pek and Guanyu.
When I reached home, my mum forced me to eat yet again. She left food for my brother but he worked late and was adjudged not to come back for dinner. Hence she wanted me to eat the vegetables.
She almost went hysterical and burst into tears when I do not want to eat simply because I am too full.
And as the food goes down into my stomach, tears rolled down into the stomach as woeful companions.
Did that make her happier somewhat??
....
She's irritable nowadays.
Me too.
Dun mess with me.
Because I will be having bad hair days for long. The hairdresser did quite a bad job with my hair.
Of cause, there's more to that.
Last Saturday, I ate 4 bowls of rice. Don't know what's wrong with me.
And today,I went for supper with Sk, Pek and Joa.
That was after a hair cut with Sk, Jun, Pek and Guanyu.
When I reached home, my mum forced me to eat yet again. She left food for my brother but he worked late and was adjudged not to come back for dinner. Hence she wanted me to eat the vegetables.
She almost went hysterical and burst into tears when I do not want to eat simply because I am too full.
And as the food goes down into my stomach, tears rolled down into the stomach as woeful companions.
Did that make her happier somewhat??
....
She's irritable nowadays.
Me too.
Dun mess with me.
Because I will be having bad hair days for long. The hairdresser did quite a bad job with my hair.
Of cause, there's more to that.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Love ~~ your ~~ life.
Something terrible could have happened, yet what could catapult into a mess ends up only with 4 little scars on the left hand. And I am grateful for that.
Morbid thoughts like suicide should not be entertained, yet sometimes people are so caught up with their own depressing thoughts that we somehow forget the value of life. Emotions bottle up and the mind gives way to cowardly acts.
I guess this teaches me to treasure life more. Emotional pain, much nore than physical pain serves as a stern reminder..
...
Especially when happiness is there, though fleeting.
It never goes away.
Sooo...
Love ~~ your ~~ life.
=) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =)
Morbid thoughts like suicide should not be entertained, yet sometimes people are so caught up with their own depressing thoughts that we somehow forget the value of life. Emotions bottle up and the mind gives way to cowardly acts.
I guess this teaches me to treasure life more. Emotional pain, much nore than physical pain serves as a stern reminder..
...
Especially when happiness is there, though fleeting.
It never goes away.
Sooo...
Love ~~ your ~~ life.
=) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =)
Labels: anger, The Emo Club.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Its in the air
I wanted to hit him today. The grievance I felt for mum, the sense of injustice boiling beneath my skin and his crazy antics could have easily reduced him to a pulp. Clutching my fists, face turning absolutely red, and veins popping out from my suface of my skin, I swore i could have given him a neat uppercut. He deserved nothing better than that. However, rationality took over. No son could ever do that.
He is a harsh nightmare of reality, one that i could not shake off even in the expense of morality. And I naively thought he would slowly fade off from the radius of my life after he left. Alas, no one could went poof like that. And like cheap and dirty rum that emanated a foul smell, he came back again to intoxicate us. He's one sour memory I could do without, yet unrelentlessly haunt very nook and corner of my life.
....
Again i retook the searing path towards the uncertain mists of time, seeking for the rainbow that awaits me at the end of the trail~
He is a harsh nightmare of reality, one that i could not shake off even in the expense of morality. And I naively thought he would slowly fade off from the radius of my life after he left. Alas, no one could went poof like that. And like cheap and dirty rum that emanated a foul smell, he came back again to intoxicate us. He's one sour memory I could do without, yet unrelentlessly haunt very nook and corner of my life.
....
Again i retook the searing path towards the uncertain mists of time, seeking for the rainbow that awaits me at the end of the trail~
Labels: anger
Thursday, May 18, 2006
I realli dunno wat's goin on a 14 year old girl's mind when she refused to attend her grandma's funeral, citing lame excuses for her absence. For example, she claimed that her grandma is baised against her when that is blatantly untrue. AND she can stay at the comfort of her own home watchin tv when everyone is at the wake. How can she forget how much her grandma and her other elders love and treat her when she was young? Ungrateful.
Hai.. pple around mi says she was a gone case.. pple around mi dun wanna treat her as a relative anymore. pple around mi says its better to let her dad decide wat's the appropriate way to deal wif her.. whereas her dad says he dunno how to deal with her too... True. I am incensed with her attitude. I can sense my rage burning within mi when i heard her response. How i wished she would turn out. I even dreamed of her appearing at the funeral. Hai.. But i am more worried for her. Sadly, she's goin astray, like an apple turing rotten. . . and no one to lean on.
Now, i cant promise i can turn her back, but i gotta do something about it. But how??
Hai.. pple around mi says she was a gone case.. pple around mi dun wanna treat her as a relative anymore. pple around mi says its better to let her dad decide wat's the appropriate way to deal wif her.. whereas her dad says he dunno how to deal with her too... True. I am incensed with her attitude. I can sense my rage burning within mi when i heard her response. How i wished she would turn out. I even dreamed of her appearing at the funeral. Hai.. But i am more worried for her. Sadly, she's goin astray, like an apple turing rotten. . . and no one to lean on.
Now, i cant promise i can turn her back, but i gotta do something about it. But how??
