Tadi, 14 Oktober aku pergi bank-in duit sewa rumah kat menara MRCB. There goes RM900 again. Luckily owner rumah aku caved-in and gave me his CIMB account number so aku tak perlu busy mencari Hong Leong cash deposit yang non-existence tersebut. For the past 3 years kitorang kena mencecet mencari Hong Leong Bank (HLB) di merata tempat. I even pernah bank-in rent dekat Penang masa trip aritu. Yeah, it’s that rare nak jumpa HLB kat Mesia ni. Setelah menggunalan teknik memujuk betapa painfulnya nak bank-in dengan slight smooth blackmail sounds like “If you insist on me to use HLB to deposit the rent, it will be a routine monthly delay. We won’t be able to pay on time.” Now how liberating is that bila finally menumpaskan Racial Kiasu owner rumah aku.
Lepas bank in duit, sebabkan duit ni takdelah sangat banya, aku tak nak get tempted singgah ke Plaza Alam Sentral atau SACC Mall sebab nak beli paper pun aku dah sangat berkira. Beginilah jadinya bila musim kemarau telah tiba ke akaun bank aku. Menjadi terlalu baik kepada orang lain menjadikan anda derita. Satu pengorbanan yang tak pasti berbaloi atau tidak.
Okay! Sentimental away. Masa nak tunggu bas, as always aku ni tak suka melangut kat bus stop cam purposeless fool. I always treasure any reading material that I can grab even stupid pamphlet will do. Luckily today I brought along Oxford Clinical Medicine book, so I can actually learn something while waiting for the not-so-Rapid KL bus. Then suddenly along come this black Satria park beside me. I didn’t know who so I won’t bother, just sunk my eyes to the pages.
At times, I took glimpse on every passing Rapid bus to make sure it was 605 so I won’t miss it. At one exact moment, aku terpandang orang kat dalam Satria hitam tersebut and I was attacked by weird revelation….
Rupanya sepanjang Satria tu park dari tadi, the passenger at the back tengah snap my pictures yang tengah baca buku using his SLR camera. How can I be so sure? Well that long lens is on my face. Towards me. I look around, theres no one else within the camera focus field. Tangga and pintu masuk PKNS maybe. So I thought that was rude. How can he capture my picture without asking permission. Rasa cam nak jadi Pete Doherty plak gi serang paparazzi tapi giving it a second thought, he non nocere (do no harm) so why should I be the one who be the inflictor kan? But I have to admit, it disturbed my concentration.
Aku pun try fikir positif, maybe diorang tengah tunggu member. So sambil-sambil tu dia gi lah membuang masa ambik gambar. Bila bas Rapid lalu je, aku curi-curi tengok kat dalam kereta tu, still the long lens directed towards me.
Itulah padahnya bila bebudak ni tengah frenzied about having SLR camera. Sekor-sekor nak rembat satu pas tu nak jadi street photographer who captures every little stuff yang they thought as artistic or unique. But to be honest and humble, I am not an object of art or unique in any sorts of way. I am just a masterpiece. An ultimate extreme exquisite masterpiece. Got it?
Maybe dia tak nak minta izin sebab observing human in their natural environment feels so innate and honest. Nanti kalau dia mintak izin, aku mulalah buat multiple avant garde pose kan? Mulalah nak buat kaki ala yoga melilit kat kepala. Tak ke imej tu sangat artificial sebagai seorang manusia yang menunggu bas sambil dikelilingi Indon dan Bangla?
After a while, Satria tu pun blah begitu sahaja. Mesti dia dapat sense air muka aku yang kekok setelah mengetahui perbuatan mereka. Berpada-padalah ambil gambar tu. So kalau korang terpandang gambar aku kat mana-mana art exhibiton, remember, it is at least 1 million DOLLAR worth of piece. DO NOT TOUCH!
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