Sunday, November 20, 2011

No cow-sense!


I find it hard to believe that in this day and age, there are still incredibly inconsiderate people on the most basic of things around me.

This week alone the entrance to my house had been blocked twice! Yes, the front gate, which opens to my porch where my car is parked, and to my front door. It's really difficult to understand why this happens as there is ample empty space around for them to park their cars properly without needing to inconvenient anyone.

The first was last Friday. We had gone out for an evening walk to a nearby stadium. Upon reaching our home, we saw a car parked in front of my house, which nothing new to us. As we got closer, however, we noticed that a good portion of the boot of the car was actually blocking our gate. Plain inconsideration! The owner of the car didn't even bother to apologize for her selfish and thoughtless action, instead leaving her boyfriend to do it. I failed to see why my father told the guy it was alright. Small thing to him, perhaps.

Today, once again, it happened. We had driven out for dinner. This time, even an idiot could see that one should not be blocking the gate, for we had left the gate wide opened, in anticipation of a heavy downpour. Our gate is not fixed with the auto-gate system. Another self-centered driver had, in full stupidity, just parked her car to block a portion of my gate! My father had to get down from the car, under the drizzle, to push open the gate further in order for me to be able to drive in the car, which in turn, defeated the main purpose of leaving the gate opened in the first place.

Twice in a week was too much for me. Once the car was parked properly, I got down, and went over next door. The driver was just about to come out. I gave her a piece of my mind, albeit the more polite and truncated version than the one raging in my head. She just acknowledged what I said, but didn't apologize. Either that, she was surprised with my outburst. Good thing was that she went out to re-park her car. According to my father, this time she didn't park stupidly.

The thing I could not understand was that why in the world did they think that it was alright to have their cars blocking my gate, even if for an inch when they didn't want to park in front of their boyfriends' house. If they could think that doing so might cause unnecessary hardship to their boyfriends, my neighbours, why couldn't they extend that thought to us, or any other house owner. Furthermore, it wasn't like my house is a holiday home. My parents live here. Which in other words, there are people constantly occupying the house. It's not a vacant or empty house! The weirdest part was most strangers who stopped by to get something from the shophouses opposite almost always made sure their cars weren't blocking any gates!

These incidences were not the first time I had witnessed my parents being put into this situation. And many a times, I had told them to just inform the boys, my neighbours, on the difficulty they faced with such selfish acts. My father, in his usual laidback way, would just brush it off as something minor, while my mother would just grumble under her breath. She had told me before, she had once left a note on the windscreen of one of the cars then blocking the gate. If that was the case, seemed like either they don't understand English, or they are just too arrogant and bold to understand the basic manners of living in a community.

However today, I just could not do nothing about it. Telling it to them nicely was the chosen path today. Unfortunately, if this problem still persists, I guess, I would just need to gate crash one of their motivational business talk session and give a long speech on this. After all, it's just plain courtesy and basic manners to not to block anyone's gate or entrance when you park. You never know when an emergency situation might arise where every few seconds is very precious!

Quoting my mother's phrase, they simply have "No cow-sense!"

Friday, November 18, 2011

Ransacked and found!


Ransacking my cupboard for something to write on, I found my old notebook. Ransacking my notebook for empty pages, I found my stories! Hahaha...Oh, well, at least a little of them!

I had forgotten I wrote during those years when I became one the many billions of labourers in the world. Entries were sporadic, really. But each start of a burst, there was always a pledge of intention to write, write and write! I laugh now!

Really, reading the things that I wrote just now, made me shake my head in disbelief. They are really funny and wildly scandalous. My embarrassing declarations of love all captured there, my desperate attempts of writing down phone messages that I wanted to keep, as those were still dark days of limited technology functions and memory space on mobiles, my list of expenditure during a trip and oh, classic, a few doodles!

Two things that I can attest that didn't change are myself and my bad handwriting. I was a very disoriented person, and still am now, if not worse. Although, as I was reading, I felt that I actually wrote slightly better and sounded more positive then. As for the handwriting, well, it was bad, and it is still bad. Perhaps, I am a lost cause. Hahaha...

Many of the pages are still bare. I doubt that I will filling up those empty lines with words for paragraphs, for I have here now. I might just use it to fill them up with my lousy attempts to sketch my ideas. Those fuzzy pictures laying dormant in the head need to be sharpened and the best way is to try to bring it to life. So far, it's like kiddy's work!

I will, I think, in the future, reread them again, I believe. Just to remind myself, what I kind of a person I was, with hollow aspirations and sporadic concentrations and ineloquent, new word learnt yesterday! And also, mostly, just to give myself a good laugh. Hahaha..

It's beginning to get to me


I want something
That's purer than the water
Like we were

It's not there now
Ineloquence and anger
Are all we have

Like Saturn's rings
An icy loop around me
Too hard to hold

Lash out first
At all the things we don't like
Or understand

And it's beginning to get to me
I know more of the stars and sea
Than I do of what's in your head
Barely touching in our cold bed

Are you beginning to get get my point?
They're always fighting with aching joints
It's doing nothing but tire us out
No one knows what this fight's about

The answer phone
The lonely sound of your voice
Frozen in time

I only need
The compass that you gave me
To guide me on

And it's beginning to get to me
That I know more of the stars and sea
Than I do of what's in your head
Barely touching in our cold bed

Are you beginning to get get my point?
They're always fighting with aching joints
It's doing nothing but tire us out
No one knows what this fight's about

It's so thrilling but also wrong
Don't have to prove that you are so strong
'Cause I can carry you on my back
After our enemies attack

I tried to tell you before I left
But I was screaming under my breath
You are the only thing that makes sense
Just ignore all this present tense

We need to feel breathless with love
And not collapsed under its weight
I'm gasping for the air to fill
My lungs with everything I've lost


~ Snow Patrol ~