I woke up late. Late for Fosamax. Late for work. Irony, came at 10am, she was still not there - hence ME buka office. Tak pe.
She goes back earlier than me. Tak pe…
I thought, today was going to be ok. But it’s not.
Something happened in the family at 11am, when I was at work. Something I just cannot describe here… it brings tears to my eyes just remembering what had happened. I was saddened by it.
Honestly, I wanted to shut down. I wanted to cancel all plans I had tonight. Regardless who the people I am suppose to meet. It’s just something that made me feel sad.
Tried to get my fucking SonyEricsson phone fix, now they tell me I have to go to the Centre. A fucking waste of my time going and waiting there. I asked, what can I do if I go to the centre? Malaysian way of answering is beating around the bush… she didn’t answer my question. She said, you see, if we send it for you… (that’s when i cut her off and said, you haven’t answered my question, and I repeated the question) These people should try answering question not go around sugar coating it saying that they cannot do anything bout it and that centre will not listen to them.
I think my question was clear… "What can I do if I go to the centre?"
Bodo. Ok, I shouldn’t call a person who just cannot understand a question and answering them stupid.. but I think I just did. STUPID.
Yeah. I made my famous scene. I think I was at one point had a high noted voice because she just cannot understand my question. Silap dia lah awal2 dah point out I did the damage to the phone myself and that the warranty won’t cut it. That really pushed the button. If you don’t know the story, don’t FUCKING assume BITCH. Ask and attend to the customer first. Don’t FUCKING ASSUME your ASS off.
Shahril took charge of the situation and led me away. He tried to calm me down. But then, my tears of frustration came out. I know I wasn’t really angry at my phone being rosak… but it hit me that phone is a phone, fix it or buy a new one. But a life…? There’s no chance of buying a new one. If your brain collapse into a …… I can’t even find the word for it. Sigh.
Somehow, the rain that was there for awhile, washed my tears away. I met up Kabir and Nadia at Rasta without them having a clue what had happened. They didn’t see my puffed up eyes… or maybe they were pretending not to see it.
I had Tenom coffee. I had a dose of "high" feeling.
Met up Cikgu Hasni at Jasema Restaurant later on. Apparently Lah brought him there. A little late, said cikgu, sebab Lah nak tengok Hindustan. Haha… when I asked what, he said Bride&Prejudice. Not a bad selection. I like that movie… although it’s a total remake of the English version.
To me, he didn’t age for a bit. He still had that smile and that boyish look. Amazing that he didn’t fade into an old fart. hihi…
As soon as we were on our way to the car, that feeling came back. I had no one else to pretend that I’m all smiles and happy… except Shahril. I tried not to let him catch me termenung jauh. I entertained him in the car. I thank God it was a short drive back home.
Now here I am, once again. Torn into pieces.
Hey you. Yes you there reading my blog… hargai your mind. If your mind decides to give up on you and you’re still living life, but not with a proper mind… there’s no way to hargai your mind by then. Take care of it… don’t stress it. Alhamdullillah and praise your God for giving you a healthy mind. Even if you’re not physically healthy (maybe like me) but you still have your mind.
Ya Allah. Sembuhkanlah dia. ~amin~