the past couple of weeks have been a mixture of anti-socialism mixed in with loads of racist hatred least amongst work colleagues and drivers of a certain kind. it's kinda semiotic how 2 have merged into one in my mind that is only half full mind you. it's best not to take this sentiments of post to heart because this pahse that i am going through only denotes my lack of confidence into what is perceived in my fragile heart and soul.
let's take me back to 2 weeks ago, when what pissed me off was not the matter of doing work but how people evade work by pushing it over to you. A seminary concept we call "taichi" because the movement of hands, slowly shifting to the left and right never towards self. As a young foreigner that she was, i would not have expected her to practice this tradition of cowardly gratification but alas she did. What makes it all strange is that i don't think she did anything useful at all but asking to leave early because she had to catch the bus. i was told to "look out" for her, deceptive as that meaning is, i thought looking out was to protect her little did i know it was to watch out for her. Ah the English language so peculiar yet deceptive. the situation plays so well in my head ....
In a group meeting, when everyone is deciding the next step forward ...
S: so maybe J can do the online thingy with the registration
J: again?
S: J's capable of doing it, i'm sure he can
J: (fuckin hell, you are a Master graduate holder teaching IT and you can't do online? is this a joke?)
C: we'll just print them out
S: gotta go, need to catch the bus. bye.
J: looks at watch (it's only 2pm, dammit!
Then i realised what has been missing at this while, i don't really blame her after all it is inate in her culture and tradition to fuck me over like all rubber tappers do.
the next couple of days was just filled with a quiet silence because not only do i refuse to talk to a squirming toad, i just needed to complete my work. I don't harbour any malice because i know work is work and there is no place for fuckin politics at work for me. I've never been interested in politics either in the world nor at the workplace. if she believes in squirming off early to sleep at home then so be it.
As i prepare for work the next day, i am faced with yet another kind resolve. The way to work is filled with stressful traffic mostly die dickheads who cut into you path. As i make the u-turn, the small kancil stops at the side the pick up passengers. So naturally what does the driver behind so? make a pass. Unfortunately the 3 idiots in the car seem to think the spot is reserved for them. As i pass they shout, and when they pass a second time, they show me the finger.
ok. i admit i was wrong to pass ONLY because i had to see your fucked up nasi lemak selling faces and had to categorise all of them under in-grates who's crime is to fuck their own children. I have never hidden my disgust for your kind especially when you rape your own grand-daughters only to show up in court with a pretentious religious epiphany by wearing a songkok. So to that 3 fuckers in the white kancil off PJS7 u -turn; see you in hell, nice to hear your screams when you have a fucking fireball up your arses.
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