Oh really...
Already the third week of Ramadhan.
Or is it fourth, I don't know. I really lost count.
I had a particular habit of counting down Ramadhan, and I would put it in my Y!M status. But this year I really lost count after the fifth or the sixth day. Blame it in my work. As usual.
But really, why did clients have to push my patience to the limit? Did I do something in your past life, maybe I stepped on you when you were just a cockroach or slept with your wife while you were inventing wheel? No really... tell me...
Geez.
But I didn't really want to talk about it, it's a cliched situation and well, sometimes you'll just have to take it for granted.
Anyway.
This Ramadhan, I picked a new habit to hang out with some friend in a poolside cafe in Taman Rasuna. We would talk about everything and nothing, but mostly about advertising and sex. Sometimes we tossed in things about life, religion, films and sex. One of those merry nights, we talked about the Ramadhan itself.
We were chatting around 2 AM and suddenly, as usual, we heard a big brouhaha of noise. It yelled, it yaped, it screamed... It was supposed to wake up everyone in the 5 km radius.
It was loud, mind you.
And that brought something in my distorted mind.
What were they trying to do?
Ramadhan is kinda something of a personal challenge. It's up to you whether you want to do it, or to put it boldly, whether you're able to do it or not. It's how you measure you will and yourself. It's you, without somebody else's help.
Of course this would only apply if you're above 10 years old.
But I digress...
And how come restaurants put curtains on windows? Afraid that those who fast would be mad at them for not being respectful?
And why would I be mad? I know that not everyone is fasting.
Because if you have other people to "help" you , for me it's a sign of weakness.
And weak I don't want to be.
Enough rants. I have to go back to my client. I'm sure he would make us do some unnecessary revisions, just to make our live a bit more miserable.
That's ok... I buggered your wife while you were jousting in the King's Court.
Or is it fourth, I don't know. I really lost count.
I had a particular habit of counting down Ramadhan, and I would put it in my Y!M status. But this year I really lost count after the fifth or the sixth day. Blame it in my work. As usual.
But really, why did clients have to push my patience to the limit? Did I do something in your past life, maybe I stepped on you when you were just a cockroach or slept with your wife while you were inventing wheel? No really... tell me...
Geez.
But I didn't really want to talk about it, it's a cliched situation and well, sometimes you'll just have to take it for granted.
Anyway.
This Ramadhan, I picked a new habit to hang out with some friend in a poolside cafe in Taman Rasuna. We would talk about everything and nothing, but mostly about advertising and sex. Sometimes we tossed in things about life, religion, films and sex. One of those merry nights, we talked about the Ramadhan itself.
We were chatting around 2 AM and suddenly, as usual, we heard a big brouhaha of noise. It yelled, it yaped, it screamed... It was supposed to wake up everyone in the 5 km radius.
It was loud, mind you.
And that brought something in my distorted mind.
What were they trying to do?
Ramadhan is kinda something of a personal challenge. It's up to you whether you want to do it, or to put it boldly, whether you're able to do it or not. It's how you measure you will and yourself. It's you, without somebody else's help.
Of course this would only apply if you're above 10 years old.
But I digress...
And how come restaurants put curtains on windows? Afraid that those who fast would be mad at them for not being respectful?
And why would I be mad? I know that not everyone is fasting.
Because if you have other people to "help" you , for me it's a sign of weakness.
And weak I don't want to be.
Enough rants. I have to go back to my client. I'm sure he would make us do some unnecessary revisions, just to make our live a bit more miserable.
That's ok... I buggered your wife while you were jousting in the King's Court.
posted by rangga @ 10:52 AM
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