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Actually I wasn’t planning to share this
here but since it sometimes crosses my mind and I’ll get pissed off about it
and wish I had done something worst back at that person, I thought, why not
just post it because I realized that when I write what I feel or whatever here,
it seems like it had been taken out of my mind and it somehow never crosses my
So, as you all see on the title, that I got
cambushed like 1 or 2 months ago.
It started like any other day, it was at
night, me and my sisters were watching tv (I can’t remember what we were
watching) and suddenly my handphone rang. The call was from another state in
Malaysia, I knew it because she (yes, the person was a girl....or maybe I
should say, a w****) was calling using her house phone or something. I answered
the call because I thought it was maybe my company’s customer or my customer
(as some of you might know, I do a part time job by selling simcards).
As soon as I answered it, the first thing
that came out of her mouth “Idiot” and she said that she already bank in RM50
to my account but the thing hasn’t arrive blah, blah, blah... I was like, what?
And I asked who she was but she didn’t answer, instead she asked me, “This is
(I can’t remember the name she mentioned but it start if F if I’m not mistaken,
maybe F**ker or something) (and she wasn’t speaking in English obviously) and I
was like, no, this is not that person. And the thing is, she didn’t believe me,
she said I sell ID card and she already paid for it. Again, I was like, what?
ID card? Like what the f***? So I told her, I don’t sell ID card and I’m not
that person she’s looking for.
However, she still didn’t believe me, and
she continued to curse me with words that I shouldn’t mention here. And before
I hang up, she said she wish something bad will happen to me and blah, blah,
blah and all I said was, fine.
It was so crazy but kinda hilarious when I
think about it because imagine how embarrassing would she be when she found out
she was mistaken, but I don’t know if she knows what embarrass means. And I’m
sure she wouldn’t know that she was wrong just by reading my blog because
obviously she can’t understand.
I know that earlier I wrote that I wished I
said something worst to her back, but when I think about it, I’m actually glad
I didn’t do it because that’s not who I am and if I did, that means I have
lowered my standard to the same level as she is.
So, to that girl, if you’re reading this
and somehow you managed to understand, I hope this would be a lesson to you.
And maybe you could be less rude because that rudeness will not get you
anywhere, and it might even hurt someone, maybe your family (which I’m not sure
if you care) or even yourself.
So that’s all I got for you this week, hope
you have a great weekend!
This week I wanna know; have you ever
experience something like this? How did you dealt with it? Or have you ever
mistakenly dialled a wrong number?
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So this week I’m gonna share with you all
what happened 2 weeks ago and why I didn’t post anything during that time.
Please bear with me while reading this if I
somewhat sounded too serious or dramatic or ridiculous because to be honest,
it’s not easy for me to write.
“Then why would you wanna write?” You ask?
It’s because I think you all should know
about this and it’s a big thing....though most of you might already know it
from my social media.
Anyway, I should begin my story.....
But before that, just so you know that I’m
not gonna write the whole thing from A to Z because I’m getting tired of it
because I have been telling it to a lot of people a lot of time.
So this post will mostly be about a summary
of what happened.
My dad was admitted to the hospital on
27.8.2017 at about 4 in the morning because the doctors said that he had lung
infection. Since my dad is old and his heart is no longer strong, the doctors
suggested to using a tube through his throat to help him breath while they try
to cure the lungs, but in order to do that, my dad had to be sedated aka deep
sleep or more dramatic, coma. So we all agreed, in hope that the treatment will
cure my dad’s lungs. However, the doctors did say that there’s a high chance my
dad will never wake up. Nevertheless, my siblings and I agreed.
Fast forward to about 30 hours later and
the doctors said that my dad wasn’t doing well. The infection was not
decreasing. Anyhow, we still want the
treatment to continue.
Fast forward to the next day, it was night
time and I was alone with my dad, same as the day before, because visiting hours
has ended, so I accompanied my dad while waiting for my brother because my
brother was the one who accompanied my dad till morning. On that day, the
doctors said my dad looks okay, though the infection was still there, and they
planned to feed my dad the next day.
Fast forward to the next, at the time me
and 3 of my sisters came to the hospital. My dad heartbeat was suddenly
drastically dropping and I, as the only guy in the family there (because my
brother was resting at the waiting room) had to deal with the doctor, who
finally informed us that our dad had passed away.
At that time I was feeling weak in the knee
but luckily my legs were still strong enough to stand. And I was almost choking
when I called one of my sister at her workplace to inform that our dad is no
longer alive. I guess it is true that when you say it out loud, that event or
situation, it sounded so real.
So that was my “brief” story of what
To be honest, it breaks my heart, but a
small part of me glad that I had been there for my dad until he was buried. It
was me who was in the hurd with him. So yeah, I’m glad about that.
K was there on the day my dad died, her
mother, her sister and 2 of our college friends too.
A couldn’t be there because he was at
college, preparing for his exam.
S couldn’t be there because he had some
important family matter.
But I’m fine about it because even if
they’re there, I wouldn’t have time to talk to them.
Anyway, funny thing is, they were worried
about me because they think I will keep my feelings to myself like I always do.
Fast forward to present day, I’m feeling
much better now but same as my sister, we’re still unable to get used to not
seeing our dad around the house.
The reason why I didn’t post anything here
is because I honestly didn’t know how to write this. I’m not saying that I’m
doing great now but at least I kinda know what to write.
So, that’s all for this week.
Please pray for my dad.
This week I wanna know, have you lost
anyone close to you? How did you handle it? Or what advice would you give me to
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