GrrRRrrr spellcheck
October 10, 2008
Taking a break from my travel posts. Many random things…
First, I need to vent out some frustration. Earlier today I was so proud of myself for wanting to resume my blogging duties. *glares at Carolyn*
So I was editing pictures and came to a total of 48 pictures for my next post. It’s about the aquarium in MOA. I uploaded them to my Photobucket and one by one copied and pasted EACH html code for the photos. Fourty-eight times ok? Then I had to resize the pictures to fit in my template, one by one but that wasn’t hard at all. It was the switching from one page to another to copy and paste the html codes that was hard work. FOURTY EIGHT TIMES I HAD TO DO IT!
Ahem…
Anyway, when I was done with the pictures, again I was so proud of myself for having such great patience with it lah. I wrote some text and essentially I was done. Then I have no idea WHY but thinking it was a good idea at the time, I clicked the spell check button on Blogger. Guess what happened?
ALL MY PICTURES WERE GONE!!!!!!! !#^#!&#*@$!!#%!$!@#&#%(#*@
What was left was the URL for the pictures. My html codes for all the pictures….GONE!!!!!
My copying-pasting 48 html codes FLUSHED (!!!!!!!!) down the toilet and joining its fellow useless CRAP.
So what did I do? I went back into Photobucket and copied pasted the codes all over AGAIN. By picture number 30 I realized that I could’ve fixed the problem by pasting a different code in HTML mode that was supposedly “spoiled” by the spell check. *sigh* I am such a doofus sometimes.
In essense, I copied and pasted html codes 76 times today.
I guess it was God’s way of saying “KNOCK IT OFF!!!! GO WORK ON YOUR THESIS!”
Worked on the thesis I did, after of course getting my pictures back. Thanks for that “little” push” God. *looks up*
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I have so many things to do lah.
I haven’t even unpacked totally from my trip (So much for taking a break from my travel posts). Don’t get me wrong I have unpacked the neccessities and washed the dirty clothes. It’s the new stuff I haven’t unpacked, as in the clothes, shoes, bras, underwear etc. There’re in two luggage bags, sitting downstairs in the corner of the dining room. *sheepish grin* I’m glad mom hasn’t nagged me about those yet. I suppose she understands the lack of space in my little room.
Oh speaking of mom, I found out a couple days ago that October 7th was my parents’ wedding anniversary. They have been married 29 years. When my mom brought it up during dinner, my dad was oblivious. His response was “Really? It’s today? How many years has it been? Really? 29 years?” and then continued eating his beef noodles. We never really celebrated their wedding anniversaries so we just kinda shrugged it off like no big deal. I wished them happy anniversary and that was the end of it.
The more I think about it, the more it IS a big deal. Twenty nine years isn’t exactly a walk in the park. Being married and seeing each other almost everyday for the last 29 years. They fight like cat and dog at times but they are still together until today. Twenty nine years. In a world where failed marriages are so common, I am glad and certainly proud that my parents are still together and love each other, even though they do not profess it, at least not in front of me.
I hope to have the same long marriage, if not more. I look forward to building a life together with Rob one day. It’s a shame that there are people out there who see marriage as an end to their life, as in their single free life. I don’t see marriage as an end to anything. I don’t see marriage as something that ties you to someone. I don’t see marriage as something that guarantees you “company” as you get older. I see marriage as a starting point of the next chapter in life, corny as it may sound. Marriage is another symbol of love for each other and wanting to make it forever.
Hmmm do I hear complaints of me getting too mushy already?
I guess for some people when they see their significant other at a daily basis they tend to take things for granted. Or maybe they just haven’t found the right one yet. Oh well, everyone has a different mindset to things.
It’s about 10 now so I should stop my random mushiness and continue to “beef” up my thesis. It’s got to be “perfect”!
Arghh
September 6, 2008
I woke up yesterday with a big (literally) shocker. It hurt to blink and I felt this intense pressure on my eyelid. My left eye was swollen, as if I had been punched. A closer look in the mirror, I realized that it was the eyelid that was puffy. It was so swollen that it even spooked me out. I rushed to the doctor’s. Apparently I have an infection under my eyelid. Oh what fun! *roll eyes*
Not only do I feel crappy now, I still miss Rob like crazy. 🙁
It feels different waking up to this room. I miss the place we stayed at. I miss the carpeted floor. I miss how close the bathroom was. I miss looking at the paintings in the room. I miss looking out the window. I even miss that ugly maroon red comforter on the bed.
The meds are kicking in, off to bed I go.
MFM – the verdict
July 15, 2008
As mentioned in my previous post, I was contacted by MFM’s Marketing Executive for a complimentary meal at MFM. I wasn’t expecting it either. I was impressed and surprised. I give two thumbs up to Ryan Poh, the marketing executive.
So, last Friday I went to MFM at The Spring for my complimentary meal. Needless to say the service there was hell of a lot better than the one at Boulevard. Then again, since they knew I was coming for my free meal, I’m sure they all stepped up and made sure I was impressed.
Upon reaching MFM, I saw the waiters and waitresses signalling each other. Apparently they had an idea who I was. LOL The one THING that I didn’t enjoy seeing there was the dumb supervisor from Boulevard. I have no idea why she was there. Perhaps just a coinsidence in rotation? Regardless, I ignored her.
The food was good and the service was pleasant. To be completely honest, I wasn’t that into the food because I’m getting sick of the food there. We had 3 soups, 3 mains, 1 appetizer and 3 drinks, which was exactly what Ryan offered me. I had wanted to order dessert but figured I would wait until I finish my meal.
Anyway, we had three Seafood Chowder. My dad and I had the Flaming Platter, and mom ordered some Baked Cod Fish of sorts. I ordered the highest priced appetizer which was the Sizzling Louisiana Pranws. As for drinks dad had Coke, mom ordered Hot Chocolate and yours truly ordered the most expensive drink in the menu, a smoothie of vanilla and chocolate ice cream with peanut butter. It was very rich and it ruined my diet, but I didn’t care. It was FREE! EVERYTHING was free!
The restaurant manager (whom I later found out) Ismail Izni, is also the manager for BOTH MFMs in Kuching. Apparently he was away in KL during my disastrous dinner at Boulevard. He introduced himself and gave us his card, apologising a couple times about what had happened. He was polite and nice and came by a few times to ask if everything was ok and whatnot. He offered dessert but we declined because one, we were stuffed(!) and two, it wasn’t part of the deal offered by Ryan so I didn’t want to be seen as taking advantage of the situation, although by now it is pretty obvious I did. HAHAHA
I told the manager about what had happened in case he wasn’t fully aware of the situation at Boulevard (I doubt he read my blog). I was right. I told him about the ridiculously stupid waiter who said there was no ice water. His eyes got so huge and his jaw almost hit the floor.
One thing did urk me but I decided not to make a big fuss over it. My dad asked for tomato ketchup and the waitress never brought any. *sigh* I guess that’s the standard of service MFM provides. What to do, what to do.
The total value of our meal that night was almost RM200. LOL We didn’t pay a single cent. Before we left for MFM I told my parents to order because let’s face it, it’s my perogative. 😀
So, my overall verdict is:
Food: 7/10
Service: 6/10
Will I be going back to MFM? Well, not anytime soon.
P/S: I think it’s very sad and pathetic that they were all polite and “efficient” and whatnot AFTER I bitch and complained. Goes to show how much they value their customers.
I got heard!
July 6, 2008
After my last post about MFM I decided to email them and make a complaint. Within a couple hours I received an email from one of their representatives, offering me RM50 in gift certificates. I was initially impressed but after giving it some thought and talking to Rob, we realized that the RM50 could not even cover my meal there with the parents.
But I was already impressed that they even bothered to contact me back. I mean, when it comes to the service industry in Malaysia, the standard is certainly not there yet, so I wasn’t expecting anybody to respond to me, and so quickly at that. Nonetheless, I emailed this representative back saying I should accept the apology even though it hardly covers half the cost, plus I’m pretty sure my dad wouldn’t wanna go back there ever again.
Again I was surprised by a better offer. This guy offered me a complimentary meal with my parents at any MFM of my choice in Kuching. I certainly am NOT going back to the one at Boulevard. Now I have to convinced my dad to go and set a time and let this guy know. He said he will arrange the rest for me (how nice!). He also assured me that my next experience dining at MFM will be a lot better. I have to give him two thumbs up.
Once I arranged everything and dine in at MFM, I will blog about it and give you the whole scoop. Til then, TWO MORE WEEKS!
MFM Boulevard can go to hell
July 1, 2008
Disclaimer: Very long post ahead. Don’t read if you’re not in the mood for my bitchy complaints
I swear, the idiots are out on a roll this past week. I seem to keep bumping into them!
I had the most horrendous experience in any restaurant ever in my entire life. Not only was the food not up to par to standards but the service was just ridiculously abysmal.
My dad had received an SMS from Maxis, offering a free starter/appetizer with two orders of mains, a few days prior. Not a bad deal, we thought. So we went to MFM Boulevard for dinner over the weekend. The SMS also reminded that we show it to staff before ordering.
The waiter that took our order was indeed, for the lack of other words, STUPID beyond explanation. That was the day I discovered that talking to a waiter that is as dumb as a brick can be quite stressful, if that gives you an idea how DUMB and ASSININE and HOPELESS he was! I will let you be the judge and tell me if I am wrong. This is the conversation that took place, as far as I can remember it.
Shin: *shows SMS* I would like to use this
Waiter: Ok. You must order 2 main course to get free starter
S: Yeah sure, there are 3 of us so we’ll be ordering 3 main courses
W: No, you have to order 2 main course
S: Yes I know, we are ordering 3 so it’s ok
W: ……
(At this point I realized English wasn’t his strongest suit, so fine I’ll speak in Malay.)
S: I nak pakai SMS ni boleh tak??? *shows SMS*
W: Ya kenak order dua main course
S: Yalah saya tahu, sini 3 orang
W: Ahhh ya order 2 main course lah.
S: *inside my head going OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!* 
W: ….
Guess what I ended up doing? I ordered 2 main courses, chose my starter THEN ordered another main course. What did this idiot say to that? Nothing. Then came to ordering drinks…
Mom: Warm water
W: Ok
S: Ice lemon tea please
W: Ok
Dad: Ice water
W: No ice water
S: What?!?! You don’t have ice water?!?!?!?
W: No
S: You tak ada ice water?!?!?!?! (You don’t have ice water???)
W: Tak ada (No we do not)
S: You ada air tak? (Do you have water?)
W: Ya (Yes)
S: You ada ais tak? (Do you have ice?)
W: Ada (We do)
S: YOU LETAK ITU AIS DALAM AIR BUKAN ICE WATER KAH?? (If you put the ice in the water, isn’t that ice water?!?!?!?)
W: Oh you mahu macam itu kah? (Oh you want it like that?)
S: Yalah ice water bah! (Yes! That’s ice water!) 
OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Right??? Holy shit how can anybody be that stupid???? 
While waiting for our food, I was telling my mom that the starter is going to be really small, considering it’s free. That’s always the way with free stuff. Our drinks came, and like magic my mom’s warm water became the ice-water-that-they-do-not-have. %#!%!%!# IDIOT!!
Then came my main course, proudly called in the menu “Creamy Seafood Pastaâ€. I was not impressed. It was hardly creamy, looked dried as hell but I figured I’d give it a try. I took a bite and the pasta was hard, like it wasn’t cooked enough. I thought, “It’s ok, I’m sure not the whole plate will be like thatâ€. I forked around the pasta, trying to get to the bottom of the plate in SEARCH of some “creamy†sauce. Imagine my horror when I felt something harder on the bottom. I lifted my fork up and saw a few pieces of pasta stuck together, BROWN. It was BURNT! How do you burn pasta??? You cook it in boiling water, take it out and mix it with the sauce right?? Then how the FCUK can ANYONE burn pasta????
I waved the supervisor/manager down, I’m not sure but I am more likely to consider her a supervisor because she was almost as stupid as the waiter that took our order. This is what I said:
S: Is this your CREAMY Seafood Pasta? *while showing the burnt pasta*
Supervisor: Yes
S: *holds up fork more* This is burnt
Supervisor: Oh…..ok….
S: So you serve BURNT pasta to your customers????
Supervisor: Oh oh, I will change a new one for you
S: THANK YOU 
She takes my plate back to the kitchen, whether she spit on my meal after that I do not know. I try not to think about it. She came back with a bowl of “complimentary†soup as an apology. Fine, I thought. I won’t make a fuss. A couple minutes later, the appetizer came to the table. I then told my parents that I was impressed because it was a full size portion appetizer, even though it was free. Oh how stupid of me to be impressed.
Our food came. My pasta was 10,000 times better! It actually had SAUCE and it was CREAMY! WOW!!! BRAVO! 
When we were done eating I asked for the bill and also showed another waitress that I have the MFM sticker which entitles me to a 10% discount on the bill. She gets the bill and brings it over. I looked at the total. It was about RM100. I skimmed up the total, I was not given my 10% discount. I asked her.
S: You did not give me the discount did you?
Waitress: No not yet
S: What do you mean not yet?
Ws: Ya later I will give you discount
S: I don’t understand
Ws: Ya ya
(Another one that doesn’t speak English! I spoke Malay agian)
S: You tak bagi discount kan? (You did not give me discount?)
Ws: Oh tak, nantilah. (Oh no, later)
S: Apa nanti???? (What later???)
Ws: Tadi tak sempat key in, nanti saya datang balik dengan change sekali (We haven’t had the chance to key in the register. I’ll come back with your change later)
S: Apa??? Then sekarang I kenak bayar berapa??? (What? Then how much am I suppose to pay you now?)
Ws: Oh you nak discount tu sekarang lah?
S: YALAH! YOU TAK DISCOUNT MACAM MANA I TAHU BERAPA NAK BAYAR?????? (If you don’t give me the discounted price, how do I know how much to pay???)
Ws: Oh ok
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She scurries off like a drunken rat and comes back with the bill again. It was about RM90. I noticed that I was given the discount but my dad mentioned that it was still a bit pricey. He then gave me the lecture about checking the bill carefully before paying. My mentally was, if they screwed up the bill, they will have to fix it. Sure enough when she came back with my change and I checked the bill, we were CHARGED for the appetizer! I asked for the manager and a different girl came. This so-called manager is another idiot. Your staff screws up our order and bill. She could’ve given us a free voucher or free dessert or anything at all. At least make us feel like she was really sorry and appreciate our business. But nothing. She just fixed the bill and gave more money back.
I don’t even remember whether or not she apologized for the mistake. All I remember her telling me was that the person who took the order DID NOT TELL THEM I SHOWED HIM THE SMS FOR A FREE APPETIZER. No wonder it was a full serving portion!
I really like to know how these people were trained. Seriously, if they can’t speak English at the very basic how can they be hired in this line of work? At this point I can’t even see the waiter and waitress being able to handle working at a roadside stall, let alone a restaurant that serves WESTERN FOOD! I’m so pissed thinking about it now that I want to slap the BAGEEZUS outta them! Since when dining out had to be this stressful?
I am still in disbelief. I was dumbfounded that this was the standard of service MFM gives to customers. We left without making a fuss because, to be completely brutally honest and offensive, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. This is how they were trained or so it seems, and this is how they will continue to be like. I won’t be surprised if this branch shuts down some time this year. I’m certainly not going there again.
P/S I did not have my camera and so did not take pictures of my food. If I had my camera I would’ve taken a picture and sent it to MFM corporate. I also did not get the names of the idiots working there because, to be politically incorrect and offensive, they are ALL the same.
LDR – What’s so wrong about it?
June 30, 2008
I had dinner with a couple (out of town) cousins and uncle and “aunt” last night. They came over to the house after dinner for a little while. Somehow the topic of conversation with the cousins (they’re sisters) came to my visit to the States next month. I was never close with them (Let’s call them A and B) nor do I care much for them (to be brutally honest).
Anyway, when asked about where I would be staying, I told them Chicago. Of course they asked why. I answered “Because my boyfriend is there.” So questions arose and I explained to them that Rob and I are in a long distance relationship (LDRs) and we met online etc. I could see a change of facial expression on A’s face (although she was trying to hide it) when I explained while B had a better “fake-receptive” look.
Initially when I told them my boyfriend is in Chicago, B looked all shocked and asked “You’re boyfriend is in Chicago and you’re HERE?” I also got questioned about his “race” to which I said, “Yes he is an angmo (white)”. Funny coming from them considering B is married to an angmo from Texas. A then questioned his age and his work etc, being all curious I suppose but it gets better….
The stupidest question was A asking me “So do you like him? Really like him?” I was stunned, I was dumbfounded that someone could ask me that question. Speechless, I stupidly just said “Yeah” and walked away. I seriously became dumb because someone actually asked me a question THAT dumb. I was DUMBIFIED. Hello??? She went to Law school for GOD’S SAKE. Thank GOD she isn’t practising law. Oh I wonder why. La Di Da…
Anyway, I wanted to kick myself a minute later when I realized what had happened. Why didn’t I say something back? I wanted to say “BITCH, he’s my boyfriend, of course I fcuking like him. I LOVE HIMâ€. *sigh* I can be so clueless sometimes.
So this brings me to this post. What’s so wrong about LDRs? Normally I don’t give a rat’s ass what people think about me but after this long, I really need to vent out the frustrations on the narrow-minded people I’ve come across. It’s ok if you’re skeptical but it’s not ok when you’re skeptical AND have a self-righteous attitude. Not all LDRs are foolish, superficial, artificial, fake, untrue, fantasy-like etc.
Some people don’t believe that LDRs will work simply because of the distance. Some people don’t trust their partner being on the other side of the world. Then again, how many times have you heard of people cheating while living under the same roof with their partner? Just because you don’t see your partner face to face on a daily basis does not mean they are cheating or lying to you.
Some people crave for the physical intimacy and I don’t mean just sex. The hugging, kissing, cuddling, snuggling etc. Yes, some couples have pre-marital sex, some hold out until marriage. It’s their choice. It’s their life. For me, physical intimacy isn’t as important as compared to spiritual connection between two people. Of course I would be lying if I said I didn’t yearn from the physical closeness with my soulmate. I want to be able to hug him when he’s having a bad day. I want to be able to kiss him goodnight. I want to be able to hold his hands. I can’t right now but I know we have something more than that. Something better that nothing can replace. We have a connection. Our souls connected in many levels. That is what a soulmate is.
I told Rob about it today and he and I laughed it off by coming up with some seriously sarcastic (Hah! The irony!) comebacks that I should have said to A’s question; “So do you like him? Really like him?” Here are the top 5 answers:
5) Like him? Who are you kidding? No way!
4) No, I don’t really like him. He’s just my BOYFRIEND for fun. *roll eyes*
3) It’s just my life-long dream to have an ang mo boyfriend. So why not?
2) Nah, don’t like him that much. I just like to travel half way around the world to see someone I don’t like JUST for fun.
And THE best answer I could’ve gave to her was….
Drumroll please…
1) No, he’s an ass. I just fly over there for the SEX. (For the SHOCK [!] factor) or in Rob’s sarcastic words “No I don’t really like her. I just wanna DOINK her”
I understand that some people do not understand LDRs. I understand that some people are skeptical about it. I understand some people just don’t get it but sometimes I just can’t help but take some offense to their reactions and words. Nothing is impossible in this day of age. Even a man can now give birth nowadays! So PLEASE be a bit open minded.
P/S: I may have been overly sensitive towards their reaction but after so long and the many “looks” I get from people when I tell them I am in a LDR, can you blame me?
Best phone call etiquette EVER
May 27, 2008
Yesterday I got a phone call from this number: 016-6628085.
I didn’t recognize the number but I answered anyway.
Me: Hello
Stranger: Hello boleh saya cakap dengan Encik *my dad’s name* ?
(Hello may I speak with Mr. *insert dad’s name*)
Me: Who are you?
Stranger: Nama saya Nadia dari ……(whatever name that I couldn’t make out) agensi.
(My name is Nadia from ….. Agency)
Me: What is this regarding?
Stranger: *something about credit card*
Me: Oh not interested
*click* I hung up.
She calls back a few times and asked for my dad again and again. I ignore the subsequent calls from her but she kept calling and calling. I was very annoyed and decided to finally answer the call but little did I know…
Me: Hello? *in all nice voice just to annoy her*
Nadia: KAMU NI PEKAK KAH??!?!?!? I CAKAP SAYA NAK CAKAP DENGAN ENCIK. *DAD’S NAME*
(ARE YOU DEAF??!?!?!? I SAID I WANT TO SPEAK TO MR. ….)
Me: *cuts her off* Yalah memang saya pekak, dengan orang bodoh saya pekaklah. When you know how to speak English you call me back k?
(Yes I am indeed deaf, with idiots/stupid people I turn a deaf ear)
*click*
When I clicked to hang up I could still hear her going at it in her loud sharp voice. Needless to say I was laughing my ass off after hanging up on her.
With that kinda attitude she expects anyone to sign up for a credit card with her? What a joke.
I suspect it’s a scam of sort because I would like to think that no legitimate credit card agency would have this kinda staff calling up people and being THAT rude and speak no English at all. Another thing is why the hell did she ask for my dad by calling MY number? The only connection is that my number is registered under my dad’s name. So that means the cellphone provider gave away that information right?
But regardless I had the last say by calling her stupid. It was so satisfying! LOL
I’m still giggling about it until now.
Melted cake anyone?
May 6, 2008
I still haven’t gotten my laptop back. BLEH I hope I get it back soon.
Last night I went to the Secret Recipe in town to satisfy my craving for cake. Upon reaching the counter I ordered two different cakes, one, the White Chocolate Macademia and two, the Walnut Brownie.
I saw the girl take the Walnut Brownie but did not see her take a slice of the White Chocolate Macademia cake. A minute later she is packing two boxes of cakes into a bag and proceeded to the cash register. Confused I said “One Brownie and one White Chocolate Macademia right?” She nods. Strange…then I said “Oh ok…I didn’t see you take the Macademia cake”. She looks at me with a blank face and asked for however-much-money-it-cost-I-forgot.
After paying up I still felt strange cause I really didn’t see her take a slice of the Macademia cake. I got into the car and opened the boxes of cakes. The brownie was there but something was strange with the other box. In black ink it was written “Macademia” on it. Since when does Secret Recipe label what cake is in what box? Imagine my disgust when I opened the box to find a white chocolate cake smeared to the side of the box, melting. It was gooey and looked like it had been sitting out for a long time on the counter.
Pissed I waltzed back into the place, got to the counter and raised my voice. I said rather loudly so most of the people there, ESPECIALLY the customers could hear, “How come you gave me a cake like this????” The girl who took my order still gave me a blank look. ARGHHHH!!! A “manager” was there and this lady worked for Coffee Bean prior. I had an argument with her at Coffee Bean before because she was SO RUDE and OBNOXIOUS and she was just a barista at the time. That’s another story entirely.
Anyway, blank-look-girl FINALLY opened the fridge and got me a new piece of cake. I continued to say “You didn’t even get me a new cake in the first place, why?” Still no answer. Manager apologizes a couple times. I left pissed.
It is seriously ASSININE how these people think and work. Do they not get any training at all? Why the hell would you give a customer cake that has been sitting on the counter under bright light when it is supposed to chilled in the first place? Did they think they would get away with giving me a cake that is essentially “rejected” and has not met the standard of quality Secret Recipe emphasizes upon? How dumb did they think I was? I’m sorry but I did not order STUPIDITY with my cakes!!!
Now let me give them the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps someone took the wrong order and the cake was already placed in the box and it’s a bitch to put the cake back on the plate in the fridge. Fine, but doesn’t ANYONE at Secret Recipe have the brains to at least think that it would be smarter to put the box IN the fridge so it doesn’t melt like butter under the sun? And if indeed you want to sell me a cake which has already been out AT LEAST have the decency to ask me if it’s ok with me. If I had agreed on it (most unlikely I would have anyway but that is beside the point), then I have nothing no reason to complain at all.
I have only been to Secret Recipe to dine-in about 3 times. Why? Because their service SUCKS. The people are either rude or dumb and worse sometimes BOTH. And out of the 10 times I have been there to buy cake, 9 times I come out annoyed/irritated/frustrated with the people working in there.
It’s also funny that when you order a whole cake for someone’s birthday or something, they REFUSE to let you pay first. When you go back to pick up your cake, only then they will take your money. Why? Why can’t customers pay upfront then come back to pick up the cake and leave? WHY? I do not understand. I mean, I WANT to give you my money NOW but you REFUSE and tell me to give it to you LATER. Does anyone else see how preposterous it is?
If it wasn’t for the cakes I would never go back to Secret Recipe. Their food menu isn’t at all that impressive either nor delicious to say the least. Don’t even get me started with the microwave-heated-food they serve to customers. SHEESH.
Laptop down =(
April 27, 2008
The reason why I haven’t been blogging is that I have been busy backing up files on my laptop because I’m sending it in for repair. The wireless isn’t working.
Currently I am on my old laptop and it is driving me crazy. Why? It’s SO slow! Opening programs take ages, starting it up takes a lifetime. But I am glad I have a backup laptop. If not I would be suffering from internet withdrawal symptons. I just have to bear with it until I get my laptop back.
I got an email from HP one night, saying that my model is entitled to a service enhancement program because of some defective part on their part even though my laptop is way past the warranty period. I checked the model and serial number of laptops that are affected and mine was listed.
Reading through the symptons of problems I was glad that I was not experiencing them. Ironically the next day, wireless stopped working. Adding to that, my laptop had been locking up a lot the week before, so I decided to send it in. It is free, an extension of my warranty called a service enhancement program, at least that’s what HP says.
What bugs me though, is that when I called HP Malaysia to find out how I should go about sending in my laptop, the call center guy had no idea there was such a program. *sigh* HP really needs to update their employees, especially call center staff. Worse, this guy who I am pressuming is from India (where the call center is) was totally clueless. (Yes I know, I know. As if I am to condemn someone for being clueless :P) I had to spell my address because he had no idea how to spell Kuching or Sarawak, let alone what street. That’s how I came to the conclusion that he is in India…actually his strong Indian accent kinda gave it away. He answered the called by saying “Thankiu for colling HP. Tis is Raj speeking. How may I help yiu?” if you know what I mean.
But I am glad that HP is taking responsibily by admiting there is a defect somewhere in their manufacturing and fixing the problem for free, plus extending the warranty service. I knew I <3 HP for a good reason! Enough rambling. I’m kinda tired so I’ll stop here for now. Goodnight~
Rekindled
April 20, 2008
It’s been over a week since I found out that I will not be graduating this year.
I have been moping around, at times feeling sorry for myself and at the same time, doing some soul searching on what I want to do with my life. I have concluded that the one thing I love doing is writing. (Ironic considering I don’t love writing the thesis per se) I want to keep writing. I wanna write about love, relationships, friendships and just life in general. It enriches my soul and satisfies my hunger for creativity, no matter how terrible my writing can be sometimes. The Shin Yi inside of me yearns to be a writer but I know my writing isn’t good enough to sustain a life of my own.
With that said, starting next week I will get up off my lazy-moping-feeling-sorry-for-myself-ass and do what needs to be done. I fell, bruised my ego and pride, and now I am getting up on my two feet. I shall not depend on what the world or anyone will offer me nor will I expect anyone to give me my future on a serving platter. Instead I will make my future…my life the way I always dreamt it would be; being happy and complete.
It still saddens me that I won’t graduate this year but it is not the end of the world. Fine, I don’t get to graduate this year but I sure as hell will finish the thesis this year. To be completely honest, I cannot see myself quiting even though I have thought about it many many this in this past week. I even have an email written for my supervisor drafted but I didn’t click the “send” button after reading through it many times. You know how when you’re driving on the road and someone cuts you off or whatever and you just SO badly want to run them over with your car but you don’t? I suppose that’s how it is with me and the thesis. I wanna quit so badly for it has caused grief in me but I just don’t.
It may not the best thesis on earth but it will be mine. My words, my thoughts, my work. I will strive as much as I can. I will work as hard as I can and willing to because I know me. Procrastination will always prevail. I know, sad isn’t it? Heh
Wish me luck and keep me in your prayers? 🙂