Today was my first day of fasting because I was 'fortunate' enough to have my those days of the month when Ramadhan came. So everything was going great, I wasn't tired, I was cleaning the house, had the usual conversations with zee the better half and it was like any other days and surprisingly, I didn't really think a lot about food.
Aina and I got burgers for our iftar and I was just getting started on my burger when the buzzer went off. We assumed it was that kid who wants his ball back after he kicked it way too high and it ended up in our compound. So we ignored it and continued to watch an awesome Hayao Miyazaki movie. And then it went off again. So I let that 'kid' in by pressing the button on the intercom and went to the lounge to tell this kid to shove off.
And then, through the garden door, came in this tall, blonde guy, wearing a body fit short sleeved army-green shirt, with an army-green khakis pants. He was good looking. And there I was, in my faded jeans, Hard Rock t shirt and a face that might suggest that I haven't showered for days.
He had a strong Russian accent when he spoke.
This is how the conversation went (not precisely, but you get my point)
Guy : Hi there.
Me : Yes?
Guy : Hi, I live next door at number 33. I wonder if you have got any of my mail because I've been waiting for an important letter.
Me : Yea, we normally receive your mail, like your electricity bills. But we haven't got anything new today. How long have you been waiting for this letter?
Guy : About three weeks. I've asked them to resend the letter but I never got it and it has been a long time now.
Me : Who's the letter from?
Guy : The bank, Lloyds TSB.
Aina signaled me from inside to get his full name.
Me : OK, what's your full name?
Guy : *smiles* My phone number?
Me : (Dalam hati : yes, please. HAHAHA JK) No, your full name.
Guy : Stanis Masklovas (I think)
Me : OK, let me check if we've got your letters okay, and then I'll come over if I found anything.
And it turned out there were tonnes, like 10 letters addressed to number 33 that we've chucked in a Zara box outside out door. That Zara box is where we put all the letters and catalogues and magazines addressed to the previous tenants. So I think it has became a habit that we just throw anything that are not addressed to us. So I did the walk of shame to the next door and knocked on the door. So, Mr Neighbor was very grateful and I was very apologetic for not being attentive to the addresses written on the envelopes, as a good neighbor should be.
Guy : Thank you. This is like a big present to me.
You're welcome, Stanis.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
These people need help... Stat.
I just can't understand a certain kind of people who seems to feed on other people's failure.
I'm not gonna lie, if I passed an exam for example, and a friend failed, I tend to feel good about myself and at the same time, relieved that I'm not in his/her situation.
But, honestly, it's not like I WANT them to fail or I would feel victorious if they happen to fail all the subjects. Don't you want your friends to pass so that you can celebrate together? I mean, don't you want your friends to be happy?
To me, these people are despicable. And something is wrong inside their heads. Well yea, there must be something wrong for the fact that they think that they get a pot of gold and a unicorn if they succeed and their friends don't. Sick people. And a sick form of motivation if you ask me.
In a nutshell, good luck guys, ACCA results are gonna be out in less than a month.
I'm not gonna lie, if I passed an exam for example, and a friend failed, I tend to feel good about myself and at the same time, relieved that I'm not in his/her situation.
But, honestly, it's not like I WANT them to fail or I would feel victorious if they happen to fail all the subjects. Don't you want your friends to pass so that you can celebrate together? I mean, don't you want your friends to be happy?
To me, these people are despicable. And something is wrong inside their heads. Well yea, there must be something wrong for the fact that they think that they get a pot of gold and a unicorn if they succeed and their friends don't. Sick people. And a sick form of motivation if you ask me.
In a nutshell, good luck guys, ACCA results are gonna be out in less than a month.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Ciao, Venezia!
Venice in bullet points :
- Hot.
- Bring lots of sun block lotion.
- Wear white.
- Don't wear multiple layers of clothing.
- You have to be prepared to do a LOT of walking.
- For photographers of Instagramers (IGers??), Burano Island is a must-go destination.
- Only some of Italian guys are hot.
- The guys who work on the water taxi or gondolas looked like over-cooked prawns as a result of long exposure to sun.
- I am sick of pizza. Especially margherita pizza and quatro funghi.
- If your hotel is in Venice itself, you're gonna save a lot of transportation money.
- Out of the three days we traveled from Mogliano Veneto to Venezia St. Lucia by train, out tickets were only inspected ONCE! Pendek kata, kalau berani, no need to buy tickets, travel secara haram.
- Veneto Designer Outlet offered more choices than Bicester Village outlet.
- Gondola rides cost €28 for a 40 minutes ride. So tak naik. Haha.
- There were abundance of Gelato shops! And a single scoop on a cone costs €1.20.
- Best jugakla Venice.
Just when you thought East London is safe..
What I'm about to write might be contextually different from the title.
I was drying my hair with the hair dryer (redundant much?) in my room and Aina was out to pick up her friend at the tube station. When I was about to finish I heard the buzzer. It wasn't a repetitive kinda buzz that goes "buzz..buzz..buzz" but instead it was an annoying long buzz like someone who was desperately trying to get in the flat. BBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. In my mind, I immediately thought that it must have been Aina who forgot to bring her keys and she's been buzzing since forever because I couldn't hear anything over my cheap hair dryer.
So I went to the phone that's connected to the buzzer to confirm that it was indeed Aina. So I went, "Woooiii!"
Skali kau, makcik second floor rupanya. HAHAHA.
She asked if I could open my door for her. I guess she has been knocking but again, my hair dryer made me temporary deaf.
She said that the front gate has been left open with a brick to prevent it from shutting properly. Earlier Aina and I let in a couple of kids because they kicked their ball into our flat compound, and the only access to that compound is by climbing out of the windows. So the kids had to go inside our house, and go out of the window to get their stupid ball. That was not the first time. It's been like 5 times already, I think. Those little brats tried to be clever and stuck a brick in between the gates so that they get in and out of the flat easily. What a bunch of monkeys.
Segway to a story about the kids.. These kids have no manners at all. If they want their ball, they would buzz our house for like forever! And it is annoying as hell. It never occurred to them that nobody's home or people are at work or other shiz. And then, if we ignored the buzzer, they will start to yell, "EXCUSE ME, CAN WE HAVE OUR BALLS BACK?" AND they will start to bang the gate! I swear if I'm not scared of their parents, I would have gone all cursing in their faces! Hahah.
OK back to the old lady from the second floor. She had asked us to be more vigilant because two weeks ago, someone's house has been broken into by a European while that person is in the house! Then she made a rather racist remark on how the Europeans could not be trusted. I think she meant Eastern European, not like Italian or French European.
I kept trying to explain to her, if it's true that there was a brick at the gate, Aina would've noticed and removed it. But she kept understanding me saying that Aina was the one who left the gate open. I think my English wasn't so good, she's the native speaker I can't say her English was bad. Haha. What puzzled me was when on Earth did those kids put the brick? She came down and talk to me after Aina had left the house and that was why I was very confuse as to why Aina didn't see the brick.
I don't think it's the race that's the problem. I think the people who live here in East London is the problem. There are foreigners in Central London as well, but they're different from the ones here. They're a lot more educated and a bit more well-off. You can see that by the way these people dress themselves. I'm not into judging people based on appearance, but when you don't know somebody and need a quick scan of what they're possibly like, their clothes can give you some information. I'm not saying that ALL East Londoners are like that, I've met a few men and women on their way to work and they looked decent. And they looked like they wash themselves on a regular basis.
In conclusion :
STUPID KIDS. I swear if they ever get their ball in our flat again, I'm gonna give them my best death stare.
I was drying my hair with the hair dryer (redundant much?) in my room and Aina was out to pick up her friend at the tube station. When I was about to finish I heard the buzzer. It wasn't a repetitive kinda buzz that goes "buzz..buzz..buzz" but instead it was an annoying long buzz like someone who was desperately trying to get in the flat. BBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. In my mind, I immediately thought that it must have been Aina who forgot to bring her keys and she's been buzzing since forever because I couldn't hear anything over my cheap hair dryer.
So I went to the phone that's connected to the buzzer to confirm that it was indeed Aina. So I went, "Woooiii!"
Skali kau, makcik second floor rupanya. HAHAHA.
She asked if I could open my door for her. I guess she has been knocking but again, my hair dryer made me temporary deaf.
She said that the front gate has been left open with a brick to prevent it from shutting properly. Earlier Aina and I let in a couple of kids because they kicked their ball into our flat compound, and the only access to that compound is by climbing out of the windows. So the kids had to go inside our house, and go out of the window to get their stupid ball. That was not the first time. It's been like 5 times already, I think. Those little brats tried to be clever and stuck a brick in between the gates so that they get in and out of the flat easily. What a bunch of monkeys.
Segway to a story about the kids.. These kids have no manners at all. If they want their ball, they would buzz our house for like forever! And it is annoying as hell. It never occurred to them that nobody's home or people are at work or other shiz. And then, if we ignored the buzzer, they will start to yell, "EXCUSE ME, CAN WE HAVE OUR BALLS BACK?" AND they will start to bang the gate! I swear if I'm not scared of their parents, I would have gone all cursing in their faces! Hahah.
OK back to the old lady from the second floor. She had asked us to be more vigilant because two weeks ago, someone's house has been broken into by a European while that person is in the house! Then she made a rather racist remark on how the Europeans could not be trusted. I think she meant Eastern European, not like Italian or French European.
I kept trying to explain to her, if it's true that there was a brick at the gate, Aina would've noticed and removed it. But she kept understanding me saying that Aina was the one who left the gate open. I think my English wasn't so good, she's the native speaker I can't say her English was bad. Haha. What puzzled me was when on Earth did those kids put the brick? She came down and talk to me after Aina had left the house and that was why I was very confuse as to why Aina didn't see the brick.
I don't think it's the race that's the problem. I think the people who live here in East London is the problem. There are foreigners in Central London as well, but they're different from the ones here. They're a lot more educated and a bit more well-off. You can see that by the way these people dress themselves. I'm not into judging people based on appearance, but when you don't know somebody and need a quick scan of what they're possibly like, their clothes can give you some information. I'm not saying that ALL East Londoners are like that, I've met a few men and women on their way to work and they looked decent. And they looked like they wash themselves on a regular basis.
In conclusion :
STUPID KIDS. I swear if they ever get their ball in our flat again, I'm gonna give them my best death stare.
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