21 February 2011
It is a dare decision that nowadays someone a doctor to be doesn't have an active facebook account. And it is me... I miss to see my friends' photos, their status and comments. The case is identical to the closure of my networking application before, friendster. It is hard because I like to link to friends. Especially when I feel lonely, bored and down. T_T
14 February 2011
A Sunday from Coogee
Sunday yesterday, I got another bad luck again on a sydney bus, number 391... oooh... weeeell.... *deep sigh*
Entah di mana di dunia ini tempat yang hanya ada keadilan. Sebetulnya apa yang sedang terjadi sekarang ini. Ya Tuhan, dengarkan tangisanku, tolong aku...
Entah di mana di dunia ini tempat yang hanya ada keadilan. Sebetulnya apa yang sedang terjadi sekarang ini. Ya Tuhan, dengarkan tangisanku, tolong aku...
06 February 2011
A Sunday to Coogee
Well, I've got to get on buses frequently while living in here, Sydney. The bus system is not that bad. I know the Gov keeps trying to perform the quality better. But you know, human is human and the driver, the people are human. There are only two options: good or bad. It is now your problem where you put your self in, whether heartfull or heartless. Okay, lecture is enough!
A Sunday today, on my way working at Coogee. I left my bus ticket in my pocket and perhaps a bit bent because of my movement. But, it was not bent worse, still straight. Unfortunately, the bus ticket didn't work when I dipped in the green machine of 373 coogee bus this morning. Then, the driver called me and suddenly, simply torn-out my ticket, dumped on the bus-dashboard without asking me further but said the ticket is no good and asked me to pay by cash (he pronounced cash like "cush" instead of "c[ae]sh")...
I was speechless and just starring on him, remembering the ticket was still valid for 4 rides of 1-2 sections. This is not acceptable, very very not acceptable but I didn't argue with him, simply I was speechless in the front of the white and narrowed eyes looking male driver. He looked as he was right, uncorrectable. Lucky I had another ticket and just dipped this ticket. Oh dear... I was hurt... but speechless. Then thought it would be useless arguing or asking his reason... he would persist that he was right, like just other people look like him that I know.
He should simply return my ticket and then say reasonably why my ticket is not working and what I must do... without over-acting like that. Oh dear... unbelieveble...*long sigh*
It was a humid morning on the way working and just wanted to start my day "peacefully". I will call a complaint line at sydney buses on 131500 tomorrow. I just wanted him to say sorry to me. The ticket is just a ticket valued at less than 4 bugs, but I am a woman with dignity. This is also respectful country supposed to be, for whoever living here. If this doesn't happen, I believe God would judge him to pay back my stolen ticket.
I have been living in Sydney since 2006. My experience dealing with Sydney people has been various. This has been enriching my living value, how to see other people as well as how to keep my mind, my heart and my step considerably, peacefully and lovely. Life is not long. Hurting other people is the same as destroying yourself.
A Sunday today, on my way working at Coogee. I left my bus ticket in my pocket and perhaps a bit bent because of my movement. But, it was not bent worse, still straight. Unfortunately, the bus ticket didn't work when I dipped in the green machine of 373 coogee bus this morning. Then, the driver called me and suddenly, simply torn-out my ticket, dumped on the bus-dashboard without asking me further but said the ticket is no good and asked me to pay by cash (he pronounced cash like "cush" instead of "c[ae]sh")...
I was speechless and just starring on him, remembering the ticket was still valid for 4 rides of 1-2 sections. This is not acceptable, very very not acceptable but I didn't argue with him, simply I was speechless in the front of the white and narrowed eyes looking male driver. He looked as he was right, uncorrectable. Lucky I had another ticket and just dipped this ticket. Oh dear... I was hurt... but speechless. Then thought it would be useless arguing or asking his reason... he would persist that he was right, like just other people look like him that I know.
He should simply return my ticket and then say reasonably why my ticket is not working and what I must do... without over-acting like that. Oh dear... unbelieveble...*long sigh*
It was a humid morning on the way working and just wanted to start my day "peacefully". I will call a complaint line at sydney buses on 131500 tomorrow. I just wanted him to say sorry to me. The ticket is just a ticket valued at less than 4 bugs, but I am a woman with dignity. This is also respectful country supposed to be, for whoever living here. If this doesn't happen, I believe God would judge him to pay back my stolen ticket.
I have been living in Sydney since 2006. My experience dealing with Sydney people has been various. This has been enriching my living value, how to see other people as well as how to keep my mind, my heart and my step considerably, peacefully and lovely. Life is not long. Hurting other people is the same as destroying yourself.
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