This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me, -- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! - emily dickinson -

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

no sens


yet again, the 'no-change' business reared its nasty behind.

i was at the Transnasional ticket counter. it was the only counter at the downtown terminal that stayed open after 8 pm. of course, none of the three Transnasional employees behind the counter was going to ask the person next door for the change. so they asked me whether i had fifty sen or one ringgit. i checked inside my wallet. there were plenty of fifty notes, a single ten and forty sens. i flashed my wallet to the guy in front of me and then showed him the only coins that i got. again he asked if i had a one ringgit. he just had to be certain that i was not lying? i left him with a fifty and asked him to give me a second. i walked back to my car and asked my wife for fifty sens AND one ringgit!

i paid thirty ringgits forty sen for the ticket and another ten sen for insurance. for a second i thought that there was a mistake. just a few months ago, the ticket was twenty six something. then i remembered watching the news about bus operators hiking their ticket prices because of the recent increase in fuel price. there had been eight fuel price increases in the last five years. other petroleum based products were also affected, blah blah blah. so, the bus people insisted that it was high time for them to increase their ticket prices too. o-kay.

i've had just two increases in my pay since the time i started working here over five years ago. in all those times, i've had to pay ever increasing bus fares. and now, i have to ensure that i provide enough change whenever i pay for the tickets because it's not the bus folks' business to do so since they are actually doing me a huge favor by providing the buses that enable me to go visit my mother every so often!


"We move the nation", it says in their website. yep! they sure got that right. it's us who have to move back and forth while they sit flat-assed on their nasty butts unable to provide even the most basic of things!

nothing new

still haven't figured out what nice things to write even though plenty of nice things have happened. the burst pipe was finally fixed yesterday. that was nice. but the plumber charged double because he had to remove a lot more of the concrete than the last time. that was nasty. then when my wife handed him a fifty, he couldn't provide the change. that was even nastier!

now, is it so difficult to carry around some small change while you're out there working? when doing any sort of business involving the exchange of cash, you have to have change. so what is the customer supposed to do? this is paying for a service, not giving to charity!

i see it happening all the time. one mak cik would go over to the person next door to ask for small change and that person would always have that nasty look in the face when she/he hands over the money. it is so typical of us orang melayu. and we complain about the chinese. what nasty people we are!

but my wife was mostly thankful to the guy for his time and effort. so, she let him keep the change. that was nice.

Monday, June 27, 2005

new beginning


oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

what have i done? now, the whole world is going to know about my life, or the lack of it. should i tell the truth, or just tell them half-thruths? should i leave out the nasty parts and serve out just the nice bits? should i tell them what they should expect, or should i not bother with what they shoud get? nothing is for sure (except that one thing, of course) but all things are possible.

lookout world, here i come!