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It's officially Tuesday now and the idea of packing my life up and getting my ass up in the air for 8 hours just bores me out. Yeah I do miss my awesome new home and my awesome new room alright, but it's not like I'll go crying about missing my home. I think I've just gotten too numb with this, need to keep shifting my life and getting myself out of my comfort zone all the time.

......and crap, to digress completely from the said topic, I actually having a difficulty in figuring what song is relevant to today's entry and mood.

So back to the packing, I mean it's human's nature to be bored by the constant shift in environment. 

......digress. Actually I'm sorta done with the packing topic.

I get to visit my condominium's most expensive Penthouse unit. Boy. That was insane. The purity of the insanity that you get upon setting your eyes and foot into the Penthouse is overwhelming. The Penthouse was mindfucking. At 38th floor, with 7330 sq ft, that is 3.5x of my current unit. 4 bedrooms with maid room. Enlarge the second picture, and see how far it actually extends with me standing at the other corner of the house. It's...plain crazy.

......weird. I feel like digressing again.

On a side-note, I actually getting increasingly cranky these days. That include filing a complaint to a security at my condominium and raising my voice at a cashier girl at Guardians today. 

Story - 1

It's a fine afternoon when my friend drove to my house to meet up with me at my place. You know how condominiums have designated visitor and resident parking. So I drove down from 1st floor parking and when I reached the visitor's parking, I figured I've forgotten to bring my water bottle so what's the harm in just, parking at the visitors and take 5 minute at the tops to grab my bottle? So I did and this old grumpy (they're suppose to be young, vibrant, good looking and polite securities until they've decided to change the whole lot of them because their contract ended and they needed to head back Nepal ) security came and spoke to me in Malay that I couldn't park here.

Look sir, you don't speak Malay with me in this first-class condominium. Half of the residents are Korean and Caucasians. You've just severely degraded us. Well of course I explained my predicament here that I just need 5 minutes at the tops to grab something real quick. He then go on and blah-blah-blah which I wasn't paying attention at all because of all the gibberish that I couldn't be bothered with BECAUSE I'M THE FUCKING RESIDENT. So I smiled and replied "I'm a resident". He actually had the guts to tell me no again. That tone and expression, oh you're really looking for a fight. I spent the next 1 minute arguing with him and he still insisted no.

Cocky securities. I hated these sorta low-life who dared raising their hands at me. I'm not asking a lot, I'm asking you to do your job without overextending yourself. 

So I lost the argument. Correction, I couldn't stand all this blathering. I went back into my car with utmost defeat and annoyance. When I'm about to drive out, I actually wind down the window and asked for his name. There and then he displayed signs of fear and smile and replied his name AND THEN WENT ON WITH HIS BLAH-BLAH-BLAH. I actually said it was enough and he obviously didn't stop. Old people and their grumbling. I actually just rewind my window back up and drove away.

When I got back I approached the Head of Security and reported everything to him. THANK GOD he's an understanding fella and he's been here in the condominium as long as I had. It really felty like chatting with a neighbour when I brought up the issue to him. I have to emphasize again on how I would usually speak in a gentle tone with anybody UNLESS they've decided to trample on my kindness. You'll get hell. He got hell. For the next few days he did salute me with more respect. 

You brought it upon yourself. 

(To which I'd like to explain the situation further. It's really for security purposes that I should ought not to park at visitors because they do crosscheck all the vehicles for safety purposes from time to time. Hence his unwillingness to let me park there in-spite of numerous other available spaces. The Head of Security did suggest that I park at the handicapped if I ever bump into the same circumstance. The thing is, HE could've told me all that like the head of security did, rather than that he told me "no" for every request I made, with that bloody cocky expressions of yours as toppings. Good job there. )

Story - 2

I was shopping at the pharmacy Guardians today with my mom. Upon getting all our stuffs in the basket we approached the counter and place the items on the counter. I was unwrapping a green-bag whilst this Malay cashier girl was scanning the items. She was chatting with the other cashier girl.

The. Whole. Fucking. Time. Without even acknowledging our presence.

Fine by me. Then I said "oh, sini ada bag" and I actually opened the bag for her to place the items inside. 

Boy, the conversation sure was more important. 

She was going to get a plastic bag and put those items in, and you know how I hate to be un-environmentally-friendly. There and then both my mom and I increased the decibels of our voice and mention it again that we do indeed, have a bag of our own, and we would like to save the plastic bags. 

Really? You were that indulged in that conversation?

I actually said very sternly, and raised my volume to a moderate extent at the cashier girl "SINI ADA BAG". She finally stop her conversations but had the GUTS to tell me "janganla marah". This is when I need to show these disrespectful insects who's the boss here. I actually already have my arm rest on the cashier and I told her very, very, very sternly that "Bukan. Sini ada customer and you asyik cakap kat situ". Bitch finally knew her place. Both the cashier girls finally got to work instead of talking. She did right by shutting up and finishing the deal with utter silence, else wise I would really give her hell. I walked out first, then my mom. My mom did mention to me afterwards that the cashier girl later apologized to her and mentioned how sorry she was. My mom too, agrees that these snobbish critters need to be taught a lesson if not for their constant impolite act to customers. 

That and a whole long list of me experiencing idiotic bastards who take my smile and my politeness for granted. Funny how packing my luggage could lead to this.