Thursday, July 07, 2005
we, the ambivalent beings with tittiesmy whole body is aching after taking two days off under the false reasons of "company retreat", which in actually fact, was spent in slogging over the unpacking of rubbish and necessities at her new apartment in upper east coast.
i have seriously never seen that much things before. i mean to have more than 30 boxes of "Stuffs" owned by a single person. clothes alone took up like 6 boxes. hangers about 3. CRYSTALS! oh boy.. they took up one whole Berlingo. toiletries? 2 boxes. i kinda did a rough estimation. unpacking those things were really tiring. but i relaxed by mid afternoon.. lol.
anyway, i didn't come on blogger to talk about the things i moved. i came here... to make in print about how much of a snob a rich citizen can be.
for years, the government has been stressing on "tolerance" to the people around us. we've been studying a lot of that in ME, in CE, in whatever E. we should be "considerate" and be able to "tolerate" with the happenings around us. wasn't that what we were taught? Yes, indeed. and I happen to know that, yes. There is a limit to tolerance and consideration. And there are also times where we should be flexible and break one of these "recommended rules of peace".
let me tell you how irritating rich citizens / neighbours are.
it was 6pm when the workers started drilling the first hole for the huge painting. 5 mins later, the security guard came up. a dark handsome man in his 50's. at least he still looked alright then. he told us we were not suppose to do drilling after 6pm. but we explained that we were new, so we were not aware of the rules. so we persuaded him to try to bend the rules a little and let us do our work till 7:30pm. so we'll stick to that time. 7.30.
we carried on drilling. and hey, it wasn't continuous drilling. 13 holes altogether. and there was a time lapse in between because the owner was still indecisive as to how the painting was to be displayed. anyways, at 6:30, we received a call from the security guard. his name is derrick. yes, he told us he's just gotten another complaint. but he'll bend the rules and we'd better be done by then. we encountered some problems. wrong measurements.
so... work work, drill drill, security guard called. shouted over the phone.
"Please lah, mrs tan (that's me.). can you please stop now? i've received 2-3 complaints already! don't give me trouble can or not. bloody shit."
"just two more holes. please? we'll be done in 15 mins."
*slam phone*
what kinda fucking attitude was that?
alright.. so we went on doing our stuff and at 7pm, we received another call. this time from that neighbour staying on the first floor. she has either got sun wukong's ears or she's a faithful follower of energy practices, like reiki. we were on the 30th floor.
"hi, would you please stop your work now? i've been waiting since 6:30pm. i need to put my two kids to bed. bla bla..
i didnt catch her words"
i was thinking.
damn you. do you really think you are in australia??!! getting your kids to sleep at 6:30pm? oh.. so that your hubby and you can get some quality time together eh? OH. I GET IT.alright. so we were doing the finishing touches. (drilling sessions were over) and that idiotic security came banging on the door. i didnt actually wanna open. but i did. and i was really annoyed with his attitude.
"CAN YOU PLEASE STOP NOW? I RECEIVED SO MANY COMPLAINTS ALREADY. CAN YOU ASK THEM TO COME BACK TOMORROW OR NOT? SICK LAH YOU ALL"
he must be deaf. cos when i opened the door, i already said "WE ARE DONE". what an ass. i saw him going home happily with a bag of food in his hand. i should really take a huge banana and shove it into his mouth that time. gian beng gian sai.
but well, i admit we were inconsiderate to hammer and drill past 6pm. but hey, it isn't even 8pm.. where people MIGHT BE getting to sleep. and it's like..... we've only just moved in. cant we get some lax o'er here? and it's not like we will keep at it EVERYDAY. rich fucks no nothing. and WOMAN, YOU should be thankful that it's the security guards and not the police who came knocking on the door.
in society, i guess we should all give and take. there are times we need to be inconsiderate a little to accomplish a little something, so that we can get things done faster. and when we act that way once in a while, then it must be because of some good reasons that made us do things that way. as onlookers, wouldn't it be nicer if we were to try to tolerate a little? is asking for a little tolerance for 2 hours A LOT TO ASK FOR?
what do you guys think? am i wrong? oh well, it's subjective. what i know is.... rich people are fuckers. lol. to have that statement coming outta my mouth doesn't do me good. i have aspirations that i wanna achieve to make me be a rich person. but i guess outta so many rich people in this society, 88% are probably snobs. i'd wish to be in that 12%.
but before i day dream any further... i'd better get myself some mental therapy. have been bursting my top a lot of times and it's getting to easy these days. i wonder why the hell am i changing so fast? for wat reasons? damn.................
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