The sky knows when its time to snow, You don’t need to teach a seed to grow, It’s just another ordinary miracle today
I like to think that these things I’m about to narrate would mean something rather than another boring ol post. I like to think that everyone has a purpose. I like to think that irony is entertaining, rather than heart-wrenching.
I like to think that the starbucks insulator which uses 40% less material than the second cup, works. Apparently it doesn’t. I still can’t hold my caffe americano. For the first time in days i feel the need for espresso. I like the starbucks to-go cups. They look very business-y. Like in huge office buildings where bellboys run all around with a tray full of these cups and important people drink their personalized coffee in a gulp while trying to persuade the customer at the other end that their policies are unbeatable.
So I was sipping my espresso, one shiny afternoon. The cardboard-coloured insulator looked nice on the cup, however since I couldn’t enjoy my steaming drink ( it was 7.83 by the way) just yet, I fiddled with the insulator. So on this take-away cup containing the 7.83 bucks drink, I discovered a paragraph underneath the insulator, printed nicely across the white surface, directly opposite to starbuck’s sign. It says through Starbuck’s Care programme, hundreds of villagers in Guatemala, has a working, clean system supplying water to their homes. Irony number one. Those people pick world class expensive coffee beans. They have their very first water pump. As ordinary City people who i think myself to hadn’t learn to appreciate anything in our whole dumb lives, we don’t even date back to the time we had our first water supply. It has become such a – as a matter of fact – point, that the we are Meant to have clean piping systems for our daily usage, so we take it, for granted. Surprise, surprise. AND, the system has been here so long, long enough for us to pollute and dirty it without noticing and we complain when it breaks down. hail the Guatemalians, may god bless you with clean water systems too.
Natalie, the girl from Bird’s, walked pass. Holding hands with a guy who in my opinion, isn’t really That all hunky or good looking, doesn’t strike me as some guy she would fall for, but it’s not like i have any say in it.
I started to stare out of the window instead of my paper cup. The drink is still steaming hot.
Dimishtra then passed. I waved back when he smiled at me.
There was the usual jam on the usual road I’ve walked a thousand times. I see a BMW 535i in it. Its number plate says BCW 3. To my surprise, the windows weren’t heavily tinted. The driver looked kinda annoyed, but then again, every driver in every car almost looked the same way, all hitting the brakes and accelerator routine they’re so familiar with. So this 535i, it was olive in colour. Just when it seems nothing interesting was gonna happen and i could imagine myself taking a nap on that couch, a lady entered my view, pushing her rusty but not all rusty bicycle. She had crushed soda cans in her bike’s front basket. The bicycle was dirty-brown in colour, some parts black. She had on this hat, to block the scorching sun from face (talk about global warming again man). So she walked, and walked, while the bmw driver braked and released and braked, and released. You get my point. It was Irony number two. Till now i regret that it did not cross my mind to capture the moment of the lady cruising past the 535, it would make some photo. Instead I stared. until she turned around the corner and the god knows how many horsepowered-535 engine car, was still stuck there, in front of the tow plaza.
A second later, one towing vehicle made his way out of the gate. The BMW 535i was right in front of it. So now, we picture malaysians on the road. The tow vehicle, being driven by a malay dude, seemed frustrated, as the BMW 535i dude, seemed reluctant to let him out.
The towing malay dude honked.
BMW 535i dude went closer to the Wira in front of it.
The malay dude honked again.
He honked the third time.
The BMW was almost then, situated bumper to bumper with the wira. Seeing no opportunity to squeeze through, the towing malay dude subsided the honking. Good for him.
The on the road picture was starting to get boring. But someone once told me that the atmosphere around anyone can never get boring. I thought he was just a very observant person, but right that moment the beggar, the one in black torn pants and the black shirt and the black hat and the filthy fingernails, pushed open the starbucks glass door. Good thing I was at that corner where he had no business at, and no i wasn’t sitting at his usual couch, so he didn’t walk anywhere close by so as for me to be able to experience his horrible stench again. The horror. Haha. So Irony number three. Talk about human desires. The beggar, prefers the starbucks restroom, compared to the constantly clogged up McD’s. And you’d think that being as disastrous as he was, he wouldn’t give a damn. Hey, he’s still human. Dirty and all, i guess he still likes relatively hygenic places to do his business at.
Right there and then I decided that i would use up all my remaining time chilling there, in the air-conditioned starbucks rather than walk out to the scorching heat. I realised that I constantly get clouded up with these random thoughts, plus I do not know what else I can do with them except note them down somewhere.
So starbucks wasn’t empty. In fact three dull looking businessmen caught my attention. There was a fat one in a sky blue shirt, a relatively old looking guy in a gray collared, and a thinner one in a white long sleeve, trio sitting around coffee on the press. I noticed that my americano wasn’t that steamy anymore, so one sip was what i took. When i looked back up again, the fat blue and the Gray old was on their respective mobiles already. Blue was talking in with some accent-ish manglish about some fax that he should have received. He couldn’t have talked more loudly. Gray was relatively slightly more professional, as in he speaks normally, without obvious english grammatical errors, while White, just sips and stares. Talk about human relationship. This is practically what we see everyday. We talk to our friends and family more on the phone via voice calls or sms-es rather than face to face even If we’d have a chance to see them more. Somehow people just find comfort in talking when they don’t actually see each other. Now how weird is that? That, should be Irony number four.
The businessmen spoke to each other and on the phone with a constant change of language. That’s one of the few things i like about being in Malaysia. In my opinion, there is no other better place for one to be brought up multi-lingual. We learn English, Mandarin and Malay in school, being a typical chinese, I know two to three other chinese dialects. Being one typical indian, one should know the basic three plus hindi or tamil or both. Being one typical malay, one would know jawi and probably indonesian. That’s seriously cool right? I wouldn’t have to worry about going to China or the UK or the US or the middle east countries for future prospects.
Suddenly my swatch said 3.15 already. Wouldn’t wanna be late for Bird.
Chao.
