HARI MARAH SEDUNIA

KEMARAHAN # 1

This is the last time!

I will not go to Restoran Mahbob in Bangsar anymore.

Why?

Because the old man who sits behind the cash register was so darn rude.

After eating, as usual, I pergilah nak bayar kat cashier.

And as usual too, this old man in his late 60s who normally would wear either a ketayap or songkok would calculate apa you makan and then take money from you.

Dia ni pakai pakaian orang beriman (ketayap / kopiah / songkok), tetapi mulut kena pakai crane nak angkat cakap thank you. Nak senyum kena tarik pipi kiri dan kanan.

Tapi today, sejarah…

Me: Tom Yam, nasi puteh, telur mata, daging merah, teh o ais.

Cashier: Mana itu kertas tulis makan punya? (you know, the paper that the waiters would give you that would have the list of makanan you ordered).

Me: Tadi dia tak bagi kertas, pun. (Yes, today tak ada kertas)

Cashier: Pergi cari dia mintak itu kertas. Nanti awak cakap lain tadi awak makan lain.

Me: (Dalam hati, Whadda F!! You are accusing me of menipu…). Saya kena pergi cari waiter tu?

Cashier: Kalau tidak, saya macamana mahu tahu.

Since he's an old man, I decided to let him go, and I went to find the waiter and told him to see the old man and give him the kertas. And the guy panicked -- takut kena sembor ngan si tua kedaung ni. True enough it happened. Waiter kena sembor dalam bahasa yang I tak paham (definitely not Malay or English or French).

Cashier: RM15.

I gave him RM20.

He gave me back the change and, as mentioned by Tiger in his blog www.duniatiger.blogspot.com, the guy did not say thank you.

And I told him this.

Me: You kena cakap TERIMA KASIH tau, thank you. (I know that was rude of me, but somebody must do the dirty job)

And I walked away, and never to return.

KEMARAHAN # 2

While eating, there were 2 girls kat meja sebelah.

One kerja kat a nearby pharmacy (been to her shop before) and one kerja waitress kat a nearby restaurant.

Why I marah, because they were just simply bahalol.

Pharmacy girl = PG.
Waitress = W.

PG: Aku tensionlah. Dia marah aku. Bukannya aku tak buat kerja, aku tak paham arahan dia, Dia tu asik nak ‘speaking London’ jer. Ini Malaysia, cakap BM lah, apalak nak cakap BI (Bahasa Inggeris). Dia ngan kaki bodek dia semua speaking-speaking, aku susah nak paham.

W: Aku pun tension gak bila customer order ‘speaking london’ ni. Menyampah aku. Cakap Melayu jerlah. Aku tak paham apa dia orang cakap.

And dalam hati I said, sial punya budak bahalol. Dahlah dulu dia pergi sekolah gomen subsidized, bagi belajar cakap omputih. Tapi haprak. Mangkok!! Lepas tu nak salahkan orang.

Cuba tengok minah-minah Filipina yang berani datang sini cari kerja. Selain Tagalog, they had to learn to speak English. English opened up new opportunities for them.

English bukan bahasa penjajah.

Jangan dengar cakap politicians yang bankrupt ideas yang simplify the facts untuk menidakkan pentingnya Bahasa Inggeris.

Two generations ago, people in China hated the Japanese because of penyeksaan Jepun masa perang.

Now, Chinese graduates in Dalian, China are mastering the Japanese language so that big Japanese firms will outsource work to them. And now, hundreds of Japanese companies are not only outsourcing, but also offshoring their operations in Dalian because the young Chinese IT experts speak fluent Japanese.

Pengajarannya – Obvious. I rest my case.

Habis tu kau ingat aku sajer jer nak marah. Jangan plak ada yang kata, alah Su, it's your excess sexual energy ... Nanti aku mengamok!! Kalau mengamok, aku strip and lari keliling Bangsar.. No...bad idea...