Tag: anger

Anger (ranting)

Learning, Those People

This experience explains to me why I avoid preaching through concluded statements; it explains to me why I prefer sharing my experience while stating what lessons I’ve learnt through it and let my interlocutors deal with their own thoughts.

I saw a short YouTube video about “how to avoid anger” and said to myself “Ok! I can do it easily! A piece of cake!”

Dropped by the driver in KLCC, I headed to my favourite brand for corduroy pants and skirt. There won’t be time to get them in Singapore because of back to back trips until mid Dec. And the 10% discount as a tourist; what a lure.!

also these books from Kinokuniya 😍

Walking back to hotel prancing, I decided to continue some minor work (no workouts, enough with 4231 steps today and new books to scan before skimmed later) when a call from an unknown Malaysia number came in.

….

“Hello, Ma’am. Good evening. I’m Z the storekeeper in dadada…… I undercharged you by MYR360…. Where are you now?….. Can you come back to our store?….. But I need to close tonight….. Please help me….. I will send the payment link to your email. What is your email?….”

Long story short, I paid. Fact: she is younger than me, she spoke as if I made the mistake, she told me to come back to KLCC, not negotiable for me to come back tomorrow….

Lady, you undercharged me not because I intended to underpay you. Your mistake and yours only. Her tones in the call ruined my good impression about the pretty ex flight attendant.

I was about to rant to her with professional comments when I remembered the video I watched. Damn!

🤭

this person’s message: tips to avoid anger: think before talking: count to 10 before talking (due to bad mood) to younger, count to 30 to those at the same age, 50 to those older, count continuously to wife without talking, no need to count just talking to the husband

😂

i counted to many even though she is younger and it was her mistake

bloody hell! it is definitely not easy to not be angry to someone who annoys me

😝

This explains why delaying responses is important. This explains why I don’t really enjoy concluded statements outside work. This explains why I prefer telling stories and sharing my lessons learnt. This explains why I really want to shut up starting tomorrow except at work or to my nieces and nephews.

I don’t want to be slapped by my own words!

Damn, Beloved! 😂

Forgiveness

Learning, love, Poetic

Forgive me, dear love
For taking so long a time
To forgive you. You?

watching this video, i remember my mother said that it took so much forgiving and compromising between her and her husband

when i asked what biggest forgiveness each of them had given to each other, she said “many, i can’t summarise”

but she reminded me of one ridiculous thing happening to her hair

there was a traumatic incident between our parents that we will never forget; my mother doesn’t mind anymore sharing it with many — she said it was stupid act by both of them and others should not experience the same thing

once my father could not well control his anger and did something beyond imagination in front of his children; he shaved my mother’s hair bald just because of jealousy; for the next several months my mother had to wear wig to work and social functions until her hair grew back up to certain length — she said if she could explain more elaborately and he would listen more patiently, it would not have happened

when we all got older, we liked jokingly mentioning that incident to our parents, Bapak would smirk and explain that it was a misunderstanding; Ibu would only say “love is blind and sometimes idiot” then both of them laughed 😝

now she would always advise us to know when we are angry and take some minutes to breathe before taking unnecessary action

she told me that my father could tolerate things except when it came to men; he could be irresponsibly and unreasonably jealous to men talking in friendly manner with my mother

i asked again who apologised more and who forgave more?

she said it was always easy to forgive him as he would do his very best to fix issues but she also said that she would make it difficult for him to apologise – alamak

when i asked her why she did so, she said that she wanted to always win 😂

today i called my mother and asked what she feels when she remembers that handsome kind man, she said “I should have been kinder and made it easier….”

so sweet!

“….but he should have said the same thing about me”

eh?

Luck

Learning, Poetic, This Person, Those People
Anger, Beloved
Swirling stream drawning what flow,
Demolishing luck--

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Anger can bring unluck, now I believe that.

I was furious because some people made unnecessary mistakes. Although mistake is mistake that can be fixed but covering up is another level of mistake making a mistake not just a mistake. I can never accept when people are not well treated, not well protected, ignored, disrespected.

anger is maelstrom

I still could not get rid of the patches of anger even after some hours. No sleep cured it. No food did. No nothing. I felt my body tremble whenever thinking of how those mistakes were made and so on and so forth.

This very morning I realised that my anger didn’t bring good things. It brought me heat in head, unclear thought and unlucky events. And the unlucky events were the worst as I’ve always been feeling lucky in my life.

Look what happened to me….

I queued behind a lady who failed scanning her fingerprints and facial recognition in the immigration autogate that made the waiting too long for such a sophisticated system. My Malaysia Digital Arrival Card submission failed 4 times today. My passport identification page got folded. My automatic bagagge check-in failed, with a bonus of bitter sour unfriendly female airline assistant treating my passport like a trash.

Please forgive me, dear self. Those mistakes do not belong to you and you are not responsible to bear any cost; they are those people’s, let them deal with any consequences possible.

I feel lucky.

Feel lucky.

Lucky!

Hot Air Pushed Baloon – haiku

Learning, Poetic

Hot air pushed baloon.
Temper pushed him up as flare.
Master of Anger —

Jalan Imbi, KL – August 27, 2019 / 21:00

Sometimes temper is just a rascal, filling someone’s space with heat of Heaven knows what causes it, then he gets angry with anything not in to his mood.

When he does it, send him a lot of prayer. I don’t know what prayer, just prayer that all good things will happen to him.

Good things are only blessings when they are pulled with peace. Good things pulled with anger can be in the form of lessons that will make him understand how to behave wisely.

May all beings be happy. May all beings be happy. May all beings be happy….

All….

Anger In Range

Learning

The range of my life is considered so wide, unlimited but I hardly can feel it since all aspects of life of mine is limited by others’ interests. They have their circles, bubbles everywhere they are and their bubbles are pushing me backward, making me disabled…. Ruined in despair.

The range of my bubble is so little, resulting in inability to be free….

The range of my circle, of my interest, of my freedom, of my independence, of my free will, of my everything is so limited….

Do I see range or anger?

This is so tricky. My life is full of anger that makes me pressed and depressed amongst all limitations symbolizing physical ambiences.

Why am I so angry?

What makes me so furious?

Where have I been gaining this false victory?

Why am I so desperate? Begging to nothingness for nothing….

I see limited range because of my anger. The anger has created inflation to my bubble…. Just inflated, good – please don’t explode and leave me without place to wander…. I need my bubble, where I play and pray. Without bubble I can’t let my life go to the unlimited range….

The anger is roaring like a tiger in a cage, craving for the real jungle to survive.

 

Oye, Anger…. Please run, run, run…. Run unto to unlimited range, where you can roam and eat the prey, a real prey that you kill under Mother Nature’s nurture. Oye, Anger…. Leave me alone for a while, under the shadow of the vast imagination of your extract. Oye, Anger…. Go, go, go, bring me to the wilderness of life gist without bringing me out from my sanity. Oye, Anger never think of conquering me without telling me who you are. And, you are never what you are….

….. This anger in range….

 

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Picture borrowed from http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2012/11/pictures/121105-best-space-pictures-220-mars-rover/#/space220-cosmic-bubble_60938_600x450.jpg

Yio Chu Kang Road – August 10, 2014 – 6:47pm