It has been a hard week for me. So many sleepless nights, backaches and pains, the never-ending pile of work and assignments, the midterm resutls, weight problem and of course, money woes.
Uia isn't helping at all, with the staff now on the prowl, hungry for those with mistakes, even the slightest, if not the smallest, issuing summons like water, every single day. If you brought your matric card along but put it in your pocket or bag, be warned for they will not spare you, pouncing you with their claws and sharp, rude words, as if they were never taught manners and are animals themselves. Such lowlife, rude, incompetent imbeciles I'd say. They disappoint me so, being the staff of Uia, I had expected more from them, perhaps, to be more courteous and well-mannered than the usual government staff. But of course, I was wrong, yet again. Never were they kind or courteous, they always seem agitated when asked for their service, treating us like kids, checking us out up and down, before giving us that mean nasty look on their face, supposedly sick by the sight of us being there. Well, you know what you ugly people? YOU SUCK.
I had one yesterday, the lady being so ugly looking, with her black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, as she carefully if not quickly, look at the paper, then at me, eying me up and down not uttering a word, before slowly stating that I needed to pay 20 bucks for the offenses. Oof, offenses ey, sounds pretty harsh. Truth be told, I did not put on my black ballet pumps when I'm supposed to but instead used my black wedges and not wearing my matric card but put it inside the bag, those two acts being charged as OFFENSES. Silly really, I had the card with me, what's the big deal there? I was on my way to class, it is my choice not to use it just yet, but NOOOOO, these stupid silly meagre workers wanted to charge me anyway. And then there's other problem, how I wish I could spit in that ugly old man's face. Now that my darlings, would be madness, spitting on your elders, but then, I could've just swore a pretty swear word loud enough for them to here, or perhaps, counter-attack them with my sharp words as they have attacked me with theirs. Really. My folks taught me not to be rude, but haaaiiih, some people, unluckily for them, their MAK BAPAK fail to teach them so, why not. They need a taste of their own medicine, I'd say. No, really, I kid you not. In a place where Islamic ethics are said to be practiced religiously, these people fail to do so.
Jikalau menjadi asbab kemarahan orang, berdosalah engkau manusia.
And that, is a fact. Perhaps they did not learn that when they were in school as well, I suppose. We should really bring Ust. Yunus here and do a little brainwashing for these old bastards (here goes the swearing). It's too much, it's just too much. I am now a time bomb waiting to explode, to break down and just cry, let whatever worry and woes that troubling me out of my system. Detox.
T_T
I amfairly, no wait, I am VERY disappointed in myself. Frust! I did not score my midterm papers as I had hoped, most of which I managed to do only 'so-so', IL being the sole subject which I managed to score well, which really is, in my case, SUCKS.
BIG TIME.
Finals is just a month away now and I am worried sick, of not performing, of failing. Failing to get my cgpa goal and DL, this is my last chance. I feel like a big disappointment, a failure.
I talk too much and do so little. I couldn't resist myself from all these petty, unimportant things.
You don't have to understand, don't force yourself. It's about that, if that's what you're thinking about. I have other things to worry about to be bothered (at the moment) and that's not the only thing that could possibly alter my mood.
I miss home :'(
...and she stared into space, her eyes on the monitor, her mind lost in clouds of thoughts, her heart racing as a tear, a sad one, streaked down her cheek. Nothing can save her, not even all the candy in the world, no, not even wonderboy.
Uia isn't helping at all, with the staff now on the prowl, hungry for those with mistakes, even the slightest, if not the smallest, issuing summons like water, every single day. If you brought your matric card along but put it in your pocket or bag, be warned for they will not spare you, pouncing you with their claws and sharp, rude words, as if they were never taught manners and are animals themselves. Such lowlife, rude, incompetent imbeciles I'd say. They disappoint me so, being the staff of Uia, I had expected more from them, perhaps, to be more courteous and well-mannered than the usual government staff. But of course, I was wrong, yet again. Never were they kind or courteous, they always seem agitated when asked for their service, treating us like kids, checking us out up and down, before giving us that mean nasty look on their face, supposedly sick by the sight of us being there. Well, you know what you ugly people? YOU SUCK.
I had one yesterday, the lady being so ugly looking, with her black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, as she carefully if not quickly, look at the paper, then at me, eying me up and down not uttering a word, before slowly stating that I needed to pay 20 bucks for the offenses. Oof, offenses ey, sounds pretty harsh. Truth be told, I did not put on my black ballet pumps when I'm supposed to but instead used my black wedges and not wearing my matric card but put it inside the bag, those two acts being charged as OFFENSES. Silly really, I had the card with me, what's the big deal there? I was on my way to class, it is my choice not to use it just yet, but NOOOOO, these stupid silly meagre workers wanted to charge me anyway. And then there's other problem, how I wish I could spit in that ugly old man's face. Now that my darlings, would be madness, spitting on your elders, but then, I could've just swore a pretty swear word loud enough for them to here, or perhaps, counter-attack them with my sharp words as they have attacked me with theirs. Really. My folks taught me not to be rude, but haaaiiih, some people, unluckily for them, their MAK BAPAK fail to teach them so, why not. They need a taste of their own medicine, I'd say. No, really, I kid you not. In a place where Islamic ethics are said to be practiced religiously, these people fail to do so.
Jikalau menjadi asbab kemarahan orang, berdosalah engkau manusia.
And that, is a fact. Perhaps they did not learn that when they were in school as well, I suppose. We should really bring Ust. Yunus here and do a little brainwashing for these old bastards (here goes the swearing). It's too much, it's just too much. I am now a time bomb waiting to explode, to break down and just cry, let whatever worry and woes that troubling me out of my system. Detox.
T_T
I am
BIG TIME.
Finals is just a month away now and I am worried sick, of not performing, of failing. Failing to get my cgpa goal and DL, this is my last chance. I feel like a big disappointment, a failure.
I talk too much and do so little. I couldn't resist myself from all these petty, unimportant things.
You don't have to understand, don't force yourself. It's about that, if that's what you're thinking about. I have other things to worry about to be bothered (at the moment) and that's not the only thing that could possibly alter my mood.
I miss home :'(
...and she stared into space, her eyes on the monitor, her mind lost in clouds of thoughts, her heart racing as a tear, a sad one, streaked down her cheek. Nothing can save her, not even all the candy in the world, no, not even wonderboy.
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