Tuesday, March 01, 2005
ATM of terror +2
Aight, y'all. New blog comin' to ya.This here's an all-out gripe session. Well, it could be, if I could get my ass off of that comfort of the lush CC chair...mmm..
Well, I guess the gripe comes when I'm in the dead heat and swearing profusely (no typo there, it's not sweating, it's swearing. Well, you could say it's a combo thingie).
Damn, fifteen plus plus minutes flew away, and I haven't got past the second paragraph... sigh.
Dah dah, I'm totally focused now (wait...where's that link leads to...?)
Ghaa!? Distracted again... :(
Ok, ok. Let's start this again. Close all tabs...
Err...okeh. All closed. Now, let's type.
Wokeh, about the gripe. It's basically a good ol'fashioned gripe about the state of things in Shah Alam. Or more specifically, here in sec.18.
The worst for me must be the ATMs. Why those? Well, because they suck, royally. Lesse, right here in sec.18, there's a grand total of five ATMs, all of them loyally spewing out money (well, if not money, that what do you want them to spit? Crap?).
Loyally spewing, yes. But that doesn't mean that they're loyal to service you. Well, my main bank is BCB, which has two operating ATMs. Sadly, the ATMs are at the corner of the shoplots, and when it's noon, people get the unnecessary tan. I don't mind standing in the sun. But when it comes to my turn-- Oy vey, I wish I had Akane's Magical Mallet +1 with me. This happens almost every time. Almost. It's not about the ATM suddenly goes dead when it's my turn. It's more like the ATM suddenly don't want to give me money. It takes a long time to read my card, and when it comes to withdrawing out money, the ATM gives out instead a "hardware failure" slip. Ouch.
You're standing there getting a nasty tan, and that's what you get? Plus, both ATMs gets jammed with people, all the time. Morning, noon, and - *gasp* - at night. Same goes to the Maybank just a stone's throw away. It has 3 ATMs, and luckily are situated inside an air-conditioned room, and that's where the luck ends.
It's the same thing too-- Chock-full of people. Goddamn, where do they all come from? The downside of Maybank's ATMs are that it's in a small glass room, where maneuverability takes a dive. Thankfully the ATM is willing to spit money to me, or I'm gonna be suddenly famished for stupid reasons. But the people, oh the people.
There are times when I don't want a Magical Mallet +1, instead I want a good ol' fashioned Magical Biological/Chemical Gas Grenade Of Doom +3 (extra critical), with the accompanying Magical Gas Mask Of Truth +2 (with the Leaf Village sticker for accessory). Throw the gas grenade in the crowd, close the glass door, and watch the hilarity that ensues.
And probably a good shotgun to blow open the ATM at BCB.
One thing that baffles me, are the throng of people at the ATMs. Where do they come from? I guess probably from the surrounding areas. Oh god, are people clueless. And that money plays a great deal here, kot. Every time people withdraw their money, it always look like a bundle. It's like they'll never need to withdraw it, ever. But then again, there's lots and lots people lining up to withdraw. Are these the same people who withdraw bulks of money? Ghaa!
Another thing that comes from the ATM story is the student's glee and happiness that their freaking PTPTN money had come in. zOMG! Like I freaking care! They are the same people who line up at the ATMs getting their blood money. They jam the place like hell. As an extension to this sorry farce, the stores also hike up the prices, knowing that the kids have the money, and they want rake is as much moolah as possible.
All of them: People at the ATMs, PTPTN blood money kids, the stores. All of them are muthafuckas. Damn them all.
About the bitter language about PTPTN: I don't resent the foundation at all, even though I'm one of the loan defaulters. (no, sorry. I won't fucking disclose the amount. Okay, now I'm getting resentful. Fuck off, and shut up.) The one thing I resent are the kids who spend their PTPTN money blindly. Do you fucking know where the money comes from? Do you fucking know that you have to pay it all the fucking back? Don't wave your handful of money over my face. Like I give a damn about the fucking money. Yes, money can buy food, but money can't buy the fucking happiness.
Do you think that the money given to you is for your fun? What happens to you after the money's "well spent"? Are you depressed? Feeling down? What is this, the new-old kind of recreational drug? What happens when there no more? Do you need it? Do you crave it? Fuck, it sounds like a fucking drug.
Of course, I'm guilty too. I won't be a fucking self-righteous bastard who preaches all the good stuff. I'm not a fucking tabligh. I've spent my blood money, and I'm very ashamed to admit that I will likely to spend any future blood money I'll recieve. But I need to stress that I'm not, and will never be, a fucking self-righteous bitch. All that I've said up there is for me too. A self-reminder, if you will. I'm not gonna preach now and hide later.
All I ask is that, don't prance like a ninny when you get any blood money. You got cash, fine. Shut up. If you want to spend it, just be careful with it, and be discreet, muthafucker. Don't do musicals on your way to the ATM. Don't blow the money on shit like "handbags" or "new dress" or any other stupid shit that you'll likely never have use in the near future (this goes out to the girls. Bee-atch).
Plan your financials. Don't blow it all up. Save your money.
Holy shit... He came out? Just look at the 4-letter word collection...12 "fucks" in five paragraphs. A personal achievement. But I guess he's really mad about this topic after all. I can sympathize with him (WTF are you talking about, fucker? You are me!).
Err..eheheh. Oookay.
Well, someone said a phrase to me, and it sounds fun. I know he'll love it. It's Carpe Jugulum; "seize the throat". Of course it's wrong translation (carpe means "to pluck", somebody mistranslated it to "to seize". I've checked wikipedia).
Err..yeah. I guess that's it. Oh yeah, link dump. This link's full of Bleach! screencaps, which translates for me as homework in vector tracing. I can't wait to go back home.
http://yummysushipajamas.com/ipw-web/gallery/random
Okay, back to the distraction that is 4chan... :D
pos pertama!
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*running out of ideas* XD