ghostbusters...
something stange on your stairs...who you gonna call, dustbusters!!!
something weird on carpet floor...who you gonna call, dustbuster!!!
you know the Hoover1500 is the backpack kinda of vacuum cleaner, so i'd have it on my back, with the hose sticking at the top....buzzing fueming around the office floors, today this drop dead gorgeous british indian walks up to me and says "hey, the ghostbusters!!!".... (AUCH...!!!)
imagine how all those banglas and indons feel back in malaysia when we made fun of them, especially all those who are doing it cause they have no choice. some banglas in malaysia are educated fellows, doing odd jobs like this cause they can't get a job in their country. and imagine them, degree holders working i an office, instead of behind the desk, their doing chores under it, emptying bins, vacuuming, doing the windows and toilets...oh man. i know exactly how they feel man. and i feel horrible. sometimes it's embarassing when i'm vacuuming and those office people walk by, sometimes i'm like, hey, it's job and i'm getting an honest pay, here...but still it's hard to swallow my pride. it's feels like the wolf who swallowed boulders (my dad use to tell me this bedtime story, when i way little...)
karen said, my writtings in my blog is funny. honestly if you only knew how i feel everytime i'm writting it. hey atleast someone is getting a good laugh out of this. don't worry karen, sometimes it is funny, yesterday when i was talking to navein even i was laughing so badly thinking about how my life has changed, so drastically. but i'm not all complains, i mean hey, not everybody gets a chance to go abroad and study and i'm thankful for it, especially to my parents. to experience the british culture, kinda cool....
on another note, i finally got my AutoCAD software, so i can start on my 3D modelling project. oh yeah and i've printed out my project management assignment, and the group project i'll be the presenter so, i'm not gonna do any other work, beside c.g. and me have done quite a lot. and today c.g. tell me this pakisthan dude is in our group. what the fuck!!!? i didn't pay 8k pounds to come here, and clean toilets for living and do someone elses work! tomorrow if i see that dude i'm gonna give him a piece of my mind, there is no way he is gonna take credit for work he didn't contribute in. NO FUCKING WAY! i guess being a bangla made realize you shouldn't take anything for granted, not even the last penny and other people's work.
but in all honesty i don't think i've changed that much, i'm the not 'kanjus' kedekut kinda of fella now la, but i'm more cencern where and how my money goes, i take responsibility for what i spend. i think i've grown a little. it's nice to know that...it truly is.
p.s. anyone who reads my blog and knows my mother, PLEASE don't mention a word to her that i'm doing this kinda work, it'll break her heart...let me do all the crying. she doesn't have to.
later....
something weird on carpet floor...who you gonna call, dustbuster!!!
you know the Hoover1500 is the backpack kinda of vacuum cleaner, so i'd have it on my back, with the hose sticking at the top....buzzing fueming around the office floors, today this drop dead gorgeous british indian walks up to me and says "hey, the ghostbusters!!!".... (AUCH...!!!)
imagine how all those banglas and indons feel back in malaysia when we made fun of them, especially all those who are doing it cause they have no choice. some banglas in malaysia are educated fellows, doing odd jobs like this cause they can't get a job in their country. and imagine them, degree holders working i an office, instead of behind the desk, their doing chores under it, emptying bins, vacuuming, doing the windows and toilets...oh man. i know exactly how they feel man. and i feel horrible. sometimes it's embarassing when i'm vacuuming and those office people walk by, sometimes i'm like, hey, it's job and i'm getting an honest pay, here...but still it's hard to swallow my pride. it's feels like the wolf who swallowed boulders (my dad use to tell me this bedtime story, when i way little...)
karen said, my writtings in my blog is funny. honestly if you only knew how i feel everytime i'm writting it. hey atleast someone is getting a good laugh out of this. don't worry karen, sometimes it is funny, yesterday when i was talking to navein even i was laughing so badly thinking about how my life has changed, so drastically. but i'm not all complains, i mean hey, not everybody gets a chance to go abroad and study and i'm thankful for it, especially to my parents. to experience the british culture, kinda cool....
on another note, i finally got my AutoCAD software, so i can start on my 3D modelling project. oh yeah and i've printed out my project management assignment, and the group project i'll be the presenter so, i'm not gonna do any other work, beside c.g. and me have done quite a lot. and today c.g. tell me this pakisthan dude is in our group. what the fuck!!!? i didn't pay 8k pounds to come here, and clean toilets for living and do someone elses work! tomorrow if i see that dude i'm gonna give him a piece of my mind, there is no way he is gonna take credit for work he didn't contribute in. NO FUCKING WAY! i guess being a bangla made realize you shouldn't take anything for granted, not even the last penny and other people's work.
but in all honesty i don't think i've changed that much, i'm the not 'kanjus' kedekut kinda of fella now la, but i'm more cencern where and how my money goes, i take responsibility for what i spend. i think i've grown a little. it's nice to know that...it truly is.
p.s. anyone who reads my blog and knows my mother, PLEASE don't mention a word to her that i'm doing this kinda work, it'll break her heart...let me do all the crying. she doesn't have to.
later....
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