i feels good.
forgive the broken english. but i feel with the emotion that i felt .. nothing can describe it better then shouting I FEELS GOOD. *please that note that the writer does not encourage the usage of broken english in anyway whatsoever, infact, the writer finds that people who speak broken english are a huge irritant and despices people of such. the writer shall grant you this one and only time to say ‘you bloody hypocrit’ to him at this given moment.
anyway, my car broke down a couple of days back, friday to be exact. and things at the office has been as hectic as ever, that’s due to the fact that i’m handling a very problematic account at work. so.. yeah my car couldn’t start on a friday morning, took a cab to work. i had to work on saturday as well so that very much rules out the chance of me to get the car fixed and my trusted workshop. come monday, all i could do was pay the darn 15 ringgit to get me to the office again.
SO… come 1800hrs. it was a bout time to leave, (i normally leave at 1845 - 1900hrs) i tried calling some cab services. and all refused to come pick me up because of the heavy traffic. kept calling till 1930 and still no luck.. which was when i decided that MAYBE i would consider walking home (which should be around an hours walk suppose. along some busy highways and what not*)
i think i only walked abt a kilometer before i saw a cab approaching. so i got on the right side of the road and hailed it. Unfortunately, a white dude beat me to it. (i think the dude was english or something from his accent). Whitey opened the door, enquired something then shut the door. looking all pissy. that was when i started feeling bad for whitey. ‘hmmm pity this guy, come all the way here and then no body wants to send him home’ but anyway .. i walked up to the cab opened the door and asked the driver
“Hi encik, dari sine ke XXX boleh tak??
(hello kind gentleman, is it possible for you to drive me and send me to xxx??)
“oh, you la yang telepon tadi, tadi i ke office you tunggu tapi takda orang..”
(Oh so you were the one who called for the cab earlier… i was at your office building waiting. I went round and round a couple of times, even stopped, got down and had a chat with the guard who was there. after some time chit chatting with the guard, he asked me ‘Hey. areyou here to pick up the guy and send him to XXX ? Oh, i saw him set off on foot!’)
“yea, saya yang telepon tadi. so boleh eh hantar saya balik?
(yes it was me who called..send me home bitch…)
at this point whitey walked up to me curious, of why the driver decided to let me in the cab. and i told him that i called for the cab earlier on. whitey looked frustrated, and i felt bad. i told whitey that its really hard to get a cab at these hours, and asked him if he wanted any numbers to call.
‘Oh yeah!! that would help alot. say do you speak the lingo here? i mean.. are you local in the country??’
‘yeah i’m local and yes i do speak the lingo here?’ (at this point i was contemplating why he was asking me if i was local. perhaps because he thought that with my immaculate english (writer blowing his horn again, this calls for some rotten cabbage and tomatoes.. please feel free to throw them at him at any point of time ) he must have thought that i wasn’t local.
‘anyway mate, i’de to help you, but the cabs blocking the way. Here’s the numbers that i said i’de give you. Its actually a newspaper cut out with all the cab numbers here’(my mom cut that out for me .. *blush*) I hope it serves u as much as it served me.
‘Cheers’ he replied.
i got home half an hour later. lazed around and started writing this. but now that i’ve gotten it down on paper, well virtually at least, i kinda feel sad that i didn’t just give him the cab. i could have walked home. i could have gotten someone to fetch me. instead, i left the white dude, alone, in the dark, lost, trying to call a few radio cab’s number while he doesn’t speak the local language. i’m a selfish prick. should have thought twice about feeling so great about giving him the paper cut out thinking it would help him. what an arse. i feels not so good nows.
kick me.
note.
the writers exxagerated on certain parts of his translation from bahasa melayu to english, just to give the reading material some added value. Under no circumstances should you ever use his translations for your own references when trying to translates stuff.
Monday, December 3rd, 2007