Life, as I see it…

fuh! blog aku dh cecah ke post yg kedua… n to think ppl act read it.. hehe.

so… wut to write for this one.. well, to be honest, i was thinkin bout writin bout my trip to kl recently, but then, i figured, byk sgt ke bleh tulis, n apa la sgt nk ditulis… still, i intend to slip in some bits bout d trip… it was fun! i really enjoyed myself… dh lama xmelepak.. sronok ah…

ok, enough meandering…(not sure im using  dis word correctly.. nvrmnd.) the thing i want to talk bout is bout the pak guard’s n mak guard’s of todays universities… forgive me if i offend anyone in this blog, but ive got to say it lah.. seriously.

the thing dat got me writing bout these ppl is what happened during my stay at kl. my frens n i where bout to go home from a certain university in the city… then we got stopped at the gate by these pak guards lah… unfortunate for us, my fren dat was driving left his wallet home, together with all his id(ic, matrix card, licence..) and more unfortunate for us, the guards were having what my fren said was their "ops sikap".. hehe. we were brought to the ketua pak guard due to the ’seriousness’ of our ‘crimes’…

so we tried reasoning with him, in other words, trying not to get fined lah. hehe. we explained to him, it was unintentional, accident, tak sengaja, dat my fren left his wallet at home… but NOOOO, this cocky bastard (sorry for saying dis, dats how i feel bout u en ketua pak guard…) had all sorts of rebuttals for every single word that came out of our mouths… damn… he was saying things like "awak ni dh xd ic, saya anggap awak ni pendatang je, suruh polis angkut" to "kalo nak bagi no matriks, siapa2 boleh, org kat luar pn boleh, SAYA pun bleh bg no matriks!!", to my personal favorite, "awak jangan nak ajar saya macam mana nak buat keje!! saya tau la nak buat macam mana!"…. damn.. the nerve of this bastard…

okay, so maybe if we were damn rude like " hoi pak guard, ske ati aku la nk bwk ke tak ic aku, lesen aku, ko bapak aku ke?",(haha), then we certainly deserve the thrashing dat we got… tp, mslhnyer, my fren was bloody polite! i kid u not. he was, for lack of a more polite word that shows how polite he was,  bloody polite! haha. ironic isnt it? how an impolite word is used to express ones politeness? ok.. enough digressing, (tq ibs for d meaning of d word…, not sure if its rite 2 use it dis way though..) back to the topic at hand… my fren was … polite. he politely explained how he left his wallet, n how it is his fault, but NOOO, the bastard still had to treat us like shit.. it was as if we were suspects of a serial killing or something! damn it man! what did i ever do to you?  WHAT!!? NO, ive never met your daughter, nor have i ever done anything to her! hehe. kidding…

nehow, after being treated like serial killers, we were directed to the guy dats actually in charge of writing the fines… i think it would be unfair not to state dat this guard was quite okay… he wasnt rude at all. we still tried to talk our way out of getting the fine, but he was much cooler than the bastard that we talked with in the first place… he kind of like said that it is our fault in the first place, for being so careless… aiseh. so we were, or at least so my fren was.. hehe. the way he said it to us, is acceptable.. its logical. he wasnt too lenient, yet he wasnt treating us like dirt. he treats us with the degree of respect that normal human beings would give to one another, even though we were on the wrong side of the law…. to me, dats wat made us cool down, we didnt argue as much as we did with the first dude… so you see, it pays to be nice, even though sum bastards like en ketua pak guard will stay bastard-like no matter how polite you are… neways, the 2nd guard was even kind enough to give us a discount on the fines… according to the ketua pak guard, we could get a rm 150 fine for dat nite alone if im not mistaken, tp dis 2nd guy only gave us a rm20 fine… well, fair enough..hehe

so dat was pretty much it. and so what i want to say is, how ppl can be so rude, so caught up in their title, no matter how small it is… im not sure if i potrayed the rudeness of this ketua pak guard, but he was very rude. VERY RUDE in my book. so, why is it that he could not be polite? i mean, if he was as polite to us as we were polite to him, we couldve settled the matter a lot sooner.. dont you agree? but what is it that makes him so rude? was it because he thought dat he was the ketua of all the pak guards, he has a right to be rude? ive got news for you buddy, we’re university students! out of the 3 ppl dat u thrashed dat nite, 2 were scholars! we’re actually paid to study! n only god knows what we’ll become after we graduate, but we sure as hell wouldn’t want to be a pak guard, not even a ketua pak guard! you dont see us treating you like some low-life do you? so learn a little humility my very proud ketua pak guard….

or maybe some ppl are just plain rude… or perhaps they teach you to be rude to students in ‘pak guard training camp’…. ntah la, i guess we’ll never know. but my father once said, it never hurts to be nice… in my opinion, its not entirely true, sumtimes ppl step on your head when ur too nice, but most of the time, its better to be nice…

okay, we’re nearing the end of my 2nd blog entry… firstly, i would like to apologise to anyone dats offended by my writing, im not saying dat all pak guards are like this, but like the malay proverb, kerana nila setitik rosak susu sebelanga, and so far ive yet to meet any nice pakguard, excluding the one that gave us the discount.. tq 2 u en pak guard baik, may the fat bastard learn a thing or two from you… 2nd, i’d like to thank my frenz, hehe, tq lah psl sudi melepak dgn saya… lepas lah gian aku nk melepak.. huhu. bebiler free aku dtg lagi! hehe. n finally, to the ketua pak guard, tlajak perahu bleh berundur, tlajak kereta bleh reverse, tlajak kata2, nak undur xleh, nak reverse pun xbleh… Allah sahaja dapat membalas ‘jasa’ tuan…

wokeh! the final paragraph! erm, sorry if my blog is too long! hehe. im not askin neone to read it nehow, nk baca, baca, xnk xp, xksh. jz a way for me to express myself. to illustrate the world in my own words. to make others see life,as i see it…, hence the title of the blog…

chow!