5 posts tagged “rant”
I volunteered my afternoon at Taman Tasik Titiwangsa today alongside some members of the church. It brought me insight into the lives these disabled people lead, a life of sparsity yet full of hope and meaning. As I exchanged prizes for their tokens, I look into their eyes: they say the eyes are the windows to the soul and for some unknown mystery, their eyes showed unadulterated sincerity. They had a childlike approach, an uncertainty to accept the act of kindness bestowed upon them yet an open heart, filled with contentment and delight when they finally received it. These people have so little going for them, the lack of love, finances, physical ability and social acceptance. When just a drop of blessing is poured in their lives, they scramble and reach out ever so readily, salvaging what could be the last of a goodness that they hardly see in their lives.
And yet there are people who rob them of these goodness.
I feel so strongly against *losers* who take advantage of unfortunate people. And somehow a poor guy had to be on the receiving brunt of these thoughtless creatures.
The story is like this: One of the physically-challenged person parked his car in the open air parking lot. I know of this because he parked right beside us and he had a sign plastered on the rear window. He was having fun in the carnival, eating, playing games and hanging out with his friends, unaware at that moment that the evil of all evils decided to chance upon him: his car tyre was stolen in bright daylight!
Tell me what kind of creature does this to disabled people? It could have been us (better us than a wheelchair-bound guy) but this nincompoop decided, "Hey, I feel like stealing tyres. I think I will target this Kelisa (a low cost car that I also own). I see that there is a disabled sign on the window but who cares? He's a loser for being handicapped anyway and I don't feel any sympathy for these kinds of people. I'm anti-disabled!" So he proceeds to remove the tyre, risking being caught in the broad daylight but just for the kicks, he goes on anyway.
Honestly, my heart broke when I saw the missing tyre as we were getting ready to leave the place. All I could think of is the poor wheelchair-bound guy staring in shock at the missing tyre as he blames his luck for causing him this misfortune. He was probably exasperated as he ponders and questions why would anyone do this to him, a person who in the first place was unfortunate in a way. I imagine him, panicked and wailing hoping someone could come to his rescue, feeling so hopeless and alone in a wicked world. People will come by and help him. They will complain and get angered by this atrocity, asking why bad things happen to unfortunate people.
But in the end, its back to their uncertainty and childlike approach to able-bodied people. The hesitancy to trust people because the person they trust could be the person that do these things to them.
When you first graded my in-class writing I was miffed that you picked on my touchy spot - grammar. As an aspiring journalist, NOBODY...and I mean NOBODY gets away when they pick on my English. In my 11 years of primary and secondary education I never ever got below an A for English so hands off, you grammar mama. But I let it slide because I admit that I could use less words to express myself instead of the lengthy, long-winded way I write. When C complains how senile and forgetful you are, how talkative and boastful of your achievements, I reasoned that you are not as bad as she thinks, just that you're experienced and mature.
I tolerated your long-winded lectures, your constant memory lapses and grammar-correcting ways but you took the cake when you downgraded my Credit to a Pass! 68% to 59%? I was 2 marks away from a Distinction and now I'm a mark away from Credit just because you thought that I should not use American English but I should use British English? There is no difference in meaning with the words "organization" and "organisation", Ma'am.
Majority of lecturers I know don't even bat an eyelash when they come across minor "grammar" mistakes like you do. In fact, they don't even consider it an issue but you make it sound like I wrote lYk DyS in your paper. I have prided my blog as a place for no vulgarities but here's a big Fuck You!
Sometimes I screw up unconsciously. OK, maybe not unconsciously but I don't seem to understand the magnitude of the ruckus I cause until someone tells me. Like today. The morning started off well, afternoon was alright but towards the evening, it was BAD. Bad as in I missed my mom's 55th birthday dinner in the evening. I usually go to gym on Thursdays so it became such a routine for me that I didn't take notice of the time. We already had a birthday lunch so I figured that we don't need to make a big fuss for dinner. But mom being mom cooked up a storm with her favourite Chinese dish Chicken Rice Wine Noodles and Malaysia favourite Mee Rebus.
So lately I've been getting mediocre or below average grades at college. My unrealistic hopes of getting HDs are gone now. I think I would be overjoyed if I even get a C. Must work harder. Lesser Gossip Girl, Ugly Betty and Desperate Housewives.
I accidentally slipped out that I am buying a new Coach bag to my mom today and she was outraged. It has been such a long time since she's been so mad at me. All I did was keep quiet in the car while she yelled at me and told me that I'm not getting a laptop before I go to Australia, blah blah blah.
Great. Now I'm stuck with an outdated laptop with no Bluetooth, no DVD writer, No Microsoft Office, Not enough RAM, No camera and Not enough harddisk space. I shouldn't complain but this is kinda too much.
