WRITER@WORK

Basically, I’ve always been a writer at work. Why? I started writing at the age of 13 and haven’t stopped ever since. I see life with everything in it – people and all – as interesting stories to tell. In fact, I often wake up in the morning with the same anticipation to write something, anything.

            What do I do? I’m a freelance writer and a freelance translator. I’m also a freelance interpreter and a part-time English teacher. I’ve got my first novel published locally in my own native tongue and I’m currently working on for more of others. Sounds a lot, eh? Well, I’ve got to keep moving on, working hard and all. Besides, I don’t just take care of me. I take care of my family and best friends too!

            R.

 

 

TWO BIG-MOUTHED ASSHOLES VS. ONE ANGRY BITCH
12/1/2008

My Friday went okay. My Saturday?? Well, here we go...
 I woke up early for my private tutoring in Bintaro at nine. I hopped on a public minivan after buying and eating a chocolate bar for...umm, my quick, emergency breakfast.:P I sat next to the driver - a hideous-looking dude with crooked teeth and one bloodshot eye. When we reached the fork next to the railway, the traffic was a bit heavy. Since I happened to be the only passenger left, guess what he did.
 "Sorry, Miss. I need to turn back," he said easily. "You can walk a little until you find another public minivan there."
 I sighed. Alright. Whatever.*rolls eyes* But then, he suddenly grinned at me and said, "That's okay. Just walk a little and lose some of your weight."
 What?? I glared at him angrily.
 "Well, I don't need to be reminded of that," I shot back as I slammed the door shut. His grin faded quickly. I didn't bother to stick around any longer.
 Then I took another public minivan to Arteri Bintaro. I got off there and an ojek rider (almost like taxis, but they ride motorcycles) called out to me and offered me his service. Not wanting to be late, I accepted gladly. But, by the time we arrived at my destination, he gleefully told me, "Give me a 15 grand, because my bike's been burdened by your weight."
 Huh?? My jaw dropped and I blinked. Noticing my expression, he casually added with no guilt, " I mean you're fat."
 No. Not twice in a day. Not another junior high school nightmare, please. NO!
 Long ago, I would've cried at that or just kept quiet, burying the hurt inside.
 But not today.
 "Want me to reduce your fare?" I threatened him curtly, showing him the money without giving it to him.
 "No."
 "Well, I can do that." And hell, I would.
 "Come on," he pleaded, now laughing a little uncomfortably. But I wasn't joking.
 "I'm going to give you this if you apologize."
 "Hey..."
 "Hey, what?!" I barked. He fell silent immediately, but still managed his sickening grin.
 "Alright, sorry." But his expression translated the real meaning: 'Gee, you're so touchy, bitch.'
 I finally handed him his fare - but with my final word, of course.
 "Next time, watch your pipe-hole." Asshole, I added silently. Then, scrutinizing his own heavy-looking posture, I couldn't help but giving him the extra insult: "And check yourself in the mirror first!"
 For the second time in a day, I'd made a guy lose his smile. I turned to my student's house and marched in, hearing the motorcycle speed off. Whatever. With two, big-mouthed assholes like that in one freaking day, don't blame me for acting like a total bitch. Nobody has absolutely no right to say awful things about your body. Men and women - no difference. I'd call that harassment.:x If anyone has a problem with the way I look, then just shut the fuck up and leave me alone. First of all, nobody asked their opinion about me. I didn't! I also didn't say a damn thing about crooked teeth and a big bum!
 *deep sigh*
 That had almost ruined my mood when I finally hung out with the other co-workers at an ALL-YOU-CAN-EAT Japanese restaurant! But most of the other ladies thought I was brave/crazy enough.:P
 Hehe.*big evil grin*
 But still, I've been planning to straighten myself lately. So, I've just registered myself at a local gym today. No, it's not because of them. I've made up my mind since last month.
 Besides, it's about time, anyway. That's all.*shrugs*

 The Author
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