Saturday, December 31, 2005

Review Please

Now is the time to bring back this year resolution. Slap your head and put your cursor at your system clock if you are wondering why.

Anyway flashback... below are the list as per my post last year on the 31st December 2004 for those who are too lazy to click the link.


More recent needed fulfilled resolutions:
1. Lose a few kg..if possible more than few ..damn it - Hurray! I am successful here. Hey.. few measly KGs do count eh..
2. Try to be cheerful.. (baaahhh~) - This is a dreadful resolution , I had completely thrown it out the next day itself.
3. Think positive ( this is a dreadful resolution) - Same as above.
4. TRY to take care of your skin. Beautiful complexion.. AHEAD! - Eh , I manage. Somehow. Look Ma.. no pimples! And more clearer skins than before. Need to watch it somehow since work at crazy hours.
5. Find a job (This is actually a need) - I did. I found 2!
6. Installed broadband.. - Am. In. It. Now
7. Buy more matured clothes (this is a not good resolution) - This is not a good resolution. But somehow.. I kinda fulfilled this one the most. Weird.
8. Find another leather jacket - Ah no.. I was looking for that red leather jacket I saw on Isetan. But couldn't find it anymore once I got the money. Come to think of it, where is my leather jacket?
9. Oh yeah.. Watch whats goes into my mouth (Food I meant.. dont think otherwise) - This year I had gone into more fine dining experience more than I have in several years, and I manage to lose a few kgs than last year, and somehow manage to also starved myself even more than the other few years before. Hurray for eating disorder I say.
10. Forget about certain events, certain memories, certain someone (who am I kidding) - I may need to repeat myself. WHO AM I KIDDING?
11. Be single.. (For whatever reasons I can't fathom) - This is kinda funny when I saw this again. And I did this. Wowww.. for the longest time. (Look at own hands and wonders)


Now the resolution below , well as I say in my explanation before. I will take my time eh.

Resolutions I will try to fulfill before I died
1. Go to Pompeii - Counting the money in my bank. Minus expenses, clothing, eating, gadgets, brother dating expenses... 10 years more kut.. Wuaaa.
2. Gather all my books and susun it nicely in order (not alphabetical, nor year.. just so it looks in order) - Hey I manage it. Well my mom did. I was not at home eh . Don't blame me.
3. Donate all my not weared clothes to charity ( I have no idea where to start) - Arr.. no. Still trying to find the correct charity.
4. Try to donate to charity - Well a bit. I will try to make it more consistent once I got all my expenses things all settled out.
5. Took my bros to Genting.. (I love my bros..but they dont necessarily love me back) - No. They do not want to go to Genting. Well actually they did. Then the car have some problems. Then ahhh... takpe.
6. Go to Turkey (a more burning desire to go to Pompeii actually) - Erk.. Pompeii lagi, Barcelona lagi, Vietnam lagi.. where would I dig for money for this one ar.
7. Be single.. hahaha - Very funny la Dila. I think I will cancel this resolution out. This is too silly beyond words.
8. Learn to drive (Do i hear someone laughing) - Hey I did. Yeay! Got license finally. If only I can manage to park properly without sweating.
9. Join kickboxing .. hihihi - Oh man. This is sooo over achieving of me. I can barely walk the stairs. I may need to mull this over.
10. Try to get a certain someone (I am contradicting myself isn't it) - No comment.


It IS kinda nice to have a blog. Too see who you are then. I had written that thing above when there were less than 5 peoples reading my blog. Now.. well.. maybe the numbers are about the same, yet I am more self concious on what I wrote about now. A pity. Yet, a person needs to have some secret in their life eh.

Looking back at that post again, it had been fun to look back on what I want then and thinking that how I had changed a bit and I now hope a little less yet want a little more.

By the way, have a safe celebrations tomorrow!

Friday, December 30, 2005

Yeah, life is grand. What's new?

Baah.. I am not feeling sunshiny. It must be the air. All those rain. Or it must be that dratted sunshine. All bright and shining like that. Trying to lift our spirit. But all we ( ok... I) can do is look outside listlessly thinking... nothing. Hey.. come to think of it, I didn't even noticed it rained today. I was THAT busy. The window was right in front ! Or it had not rain? Why the heck am I talking about rain, while I am blaming the sunshine? I am so confused.

Haneem told me somewhere in the line that I must be truly lonely (Thanks a lot girl for pointing that out =p ). Since I blogged a lot! I laughed at that. Me. Lonely? Isn't it? I meant Taqi is blogging no more. He must be happy. Happy = Great Life = Fun = Definitely not thinking suicidal thoughts while listening to sappy songs. Yeah? Are you? Come on Taqi. Don't be coy.

The big guy of course is one big happy guy. Nahh.. blog is only his amusement now and then pastime.

Mr. Suff blogged a little entry now and then. He must had not been lonely. I know you lead a merry life. I drink a Coke to that!

Me? Man.. I need to find new hobbies. Like knitting. Then I will have the excuse to put up pictures of a badly made shawl, looking more like a ragged towel.

If I can find my USB phone cables again!! Now I know why I am complaining so much in this post. Ahh.. I am so mad and angry like that, so excuse me while I scream in my pillow.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

The Wedding Day Itself.

Notes: I am not in the best of mood. So it may be a short post or sounds weird or whatever and so malas and could not care less about grammars (which I always sorely lack at) or spellings.

Okay... Continuation of my sis wedding before I forgot.

I woke up the next morning with heavy lidded eyes. Remembered I told you it was tiring yesterday. Well.. that morning, I only felt like I want to be in bed forever. However seeing my sister is already busying herself, I dragged myself out of bed and proceed downstairs to see what can be done.

Preparation are being done left and right. So I picked up the slack which somebody left. We need to be in a hurry since the akad nikah ceremony is at 10am.

That morning I chose to wear to a simple baju kurung. There is no way I am going to make the same mistake of wearing some sorta kebaya during own siblings wedding. Try rushing from one end of the house to the other wearing a kebaya. Bahhh.. Loose baju kurung enough.

However, I need to go to Angsana (where the wedding package dowries were being bought) to pick up the sirih junjung (one of the must for the hantaran) so I need to rush there early in the morning before the bridegroom arrived. However typical shopping mall only opened at 10am. So I had a chance to relax for a while sipping tea while watching my watch anxiously. I brought along the childrens (the extended families sdara2) so they were playing some kinda tag or hide and seek games at the deserted mall.

When I got the slightly forlorn looking sirih junjung (due to our lateness of picking it up, the salesperson couldnt be bothered to spray it with water), I was just in time when the kadi is busy asking my timid brother acting also as wali whatever question they are suppose to ask. Phew~
My sister said earlier she will just did the make up herself. However I very much doubt it. I think probably some one is helping her too. Make up is always best applied when another woman/girl is with you!

During the majlis, my friend Nai manage to slip into the house all the while scolding me that I had given her the wrong information on the time of the wedding. Sorry beb! I guess at 6 am no one is fully sane when they had slept at 3am.

The majlis akad nikah went on without a hitch. The bridegroom have to recite the akad twice though. Heh~ I remembered reading somewhere that women are actually not allowed to hear the lafaz akad thingies. But not sure really.

Anyway, we have a simple brunch and cleaned up pretty fast. And off I goes again to the mall to get the cakes this time. And don't you just hate it , when your hands are filles with boxes of cakes and receipts and wallets and car key and your phone ring. Bahh~ Better left ignored. It was my friends calling, wanting to know where I am since they are at home already! Wooahh..

So manage to see most of my friends back again after almost 3 or 4 years. That was nice. And even though some of us are looking kinda pudgier, more tembam or more kurus. However.. I can say we had not changed! I missed my ol' JB friends crowd and glad they came.

Since this time all the little helpers are exceptionally helpful and efficient in giving out the ice cream and telur pindang to the guests, I manage to catch up with my friends. And they all came together around the same time too. It was mostly because our classmate is also getting married on the same day, so I think thats why we manage to get together for the crowd. Weird to think , one of my buddy married now.

Anyway, after they left.. then the real busy time came. The bersanding was at 2. My sister had finish make up by that time. She look different. Almost like an artist! HAha. Well, she's the beauty of the family. So most people do ahh or ooohhh seeing her later. Around 2.15 the bridegroom came too. However.. the kompang boys were late by half an hour. The pengantin laki was sweating under the stunted coconut tree with only a handfan to cool himself while waiting! It do not feel like a wedding without paluan kompang whut~

Then the most despised adat by other non Johor peoples, but a big hit here. The toll! We had already warned Abg Yin telling him what amount to gave at this particular 'toll'. You see , for you Non Johorean peoples who are foreign to this, when the bridegroom and his best man made his way to the pelamin, he needs to give like toll money to get through. Usually there are like 3 stages. The gates (whicha are usually frequented by young boys and men = around RM 2 each, gave around 3 or 5), the door (frequented by cousins in the teens or young girls = around RM 5 or RM 2, same amount of peoples 2 , 3 or 4) and the pelamin itself..( blocked by the mak sedara2, cousin, sister, and mak andam - need to give the least RM5, the usual RM10 , the mak andam needs to be RM50 at least! and this needs to be given by almost to all of the person at the pelamin. Identify who is the least haggler . Well.. pandai2 la workout a system eh) Now.. who wants to back off from marrying me now.. I understand.

The best man was seen slightly sweating from the pressure of haggling.. anyhow the mak andam not so cruel maa. The bridegroom are allowed to sit at the pelamin at last.

That is the happy bride and the bridegroom. Crappy phone. Forgive the quality.


The tepung tawar began and my job is the one giving the bunga paha . That is however short lived since I was constantly being hampered by a little bratty girl who must think she own the house and refused to hear whatever my advise is. She is moaning saying she wants to give the bunga paha. Since I do not have the patience to deal with bratty girls that day (or any days for that matter) I leave her to it , that until the bunga paha falls down and I had to intervened. And believe me, if I am angry, no one will want me to intervene.

But before that I was also distracted by another bratty kid. My own cousin who is a tad bit hyperactive. Being hyperactive , he is over excited to see lots of peoples whom I probably think he is trying to impress. Being of course again, hyperactive. No one is. He was laughing and pointing to peoples. Shoved money in front of their noses. I was horrified. The mother of course only look on and says " Watie.. amik boy tu".

I had reached my limit when the tepung tawar was going on and the bridegroom mother was 'renjis'ing the happy couple; the bridegroom mother was lame and needs to walk with a cane. During that time; who knows what went in his head, he must have thought it would be fun to seize the cane and shook it like mad while laughing hysterically. For a moment I was filled with the image of a little Damien from The Omen. I grimly disattached him and tarik him screaming and kicking at the side. At last his exasperated mother who of course was only looking all the, calmly ask me to get his father. His father of course says something to the effect that it was my fault before finishing his cigarette and taking his son out.

I am at that point thinking of banning all forms of childrens at my own wedding and wanting to cut my own uterus and throw it out at Pantai Lido.

The banquet feast came and the cutting of the cakes. I am washing my hands off all kids affair and retreat myself to the kitchen. It was still pretty hectic then. But since I do not have to face more diabolical kids, I guess it was fine. Helping the usual things. Ice cream, filling whatever things needs to be filled, being a messenger.

Things got queit a little so I went to my classmate wedding for a while to show my face la at least. Didnt get to eat anything since all had finished! But I glad I came anyway, since I was always interested in meeting his jealous now wife who didnt approved of my friend storing any girls name in the handphone. Talk about possessive! However.. I hope they are happy and she will lose some of the possessiveness a bit after being a wife.

And I met my old dearest friend Yin Yi, who brought along her girlfriend. Met up with Jeffri too who used to be quite fat... but now so slim and hansome and gaya. Dye his hair red some more! Cayalah Jeff! And this is the guy who used to lament about trying in getting some attention from girls. I do believe those days are in the past now, eh.

By the time I got home. The family portrait was taken. Without me. Typical. I am of course well.. a bit mad. Damn, I am a whole lot mad. But whatever. Its always been like that anyway. Who cares. So no need to look for me in the wedding pictures eh.. I am not in any of it.

Then it was over. Leftover was packed. We thanked the neighbour, friends and families who came and helped us out. We rested our tired feeet.


Look how lame my smile was. That is after the wedding. Too tired to pose


ANothEr NoTEs: I am still waiting for the digital camera USB thingies. No idea where the hell is it. You can also catch some of the pics at my friend Nai fotopages.

Friday, December 23, 2005

Ex~cellent

That should be said in Teenange Mutant Ninja Turtle kinda way. You know. Before the cartoon series went all dark and the ninja turles still have cute eyes.

News for today. Jeng..jeng..jeng! I lost more weight yeah~ Not too much to celebrate too since I probably gain more lines around my face. It had been a stressful and kinda weird week. But.. I am going for jeans shopping tomorrow then!

My jeans are all pretty pitiful. This week make me feel bad = lost of appetite + busy = lose weight. Then this weekend will goes shoppings jeans and clothes and any gadgets + see countless movies + lookup friends = good mood again and a fat chance of fattening up!

Been woke up by niece Alisha who always manage to get into the room and hunt for my spectacles. When I sleep I always put my handphone and spectacles next to pillows. So I don't have to hunt for it when I woke up later on. It makes it much easier .. say if it got emergency like fire.. or bomb attacks or alien invasion and needs to jump off the bed, right.

My 1 and half year old niece is a pretty observant. So if she can get away and get into my room early in the morning, the first thing she will do is poke her small hands around my pillows and try to poke me in the cheek and the eye to see if I really am asleep. Not very observant there. Peoples sometimes asked me why I woke up early even in the weekend. Voila~ You got the reason.

And usually my dreams are really really sad.. (you know what I meant - no.. i rephrase this , I don't want you to know what I meant) , or really really tired (running around at staircase.. I dreamt this a lot) , or ar.. you know.. well.. that kinda dreams. However last night I dreamt I got a new credit card and I was a lesbian. I do not dream of any sexual acts being done okay, so you can cancel that thought out. And I remembered in my dream , I was really happy. Hermmm.. I wonder if being the lesbian or the credit card that gave me such unexplainable happiness.


Notes: AH.. I added a bit here and there.. since I noticed there is a lot of mistakes here and there, even though there might be some other mistakes here and there. But I'm cranky + thoughts of getting my paycheck getting to my head = I am mixed basketcase!

Notes 2: SHeeshhh.... Ok.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

The one who came .... bearing card and a fake smile

Salesman. Hate it. Telemarketer. Freak of a species who call at dinner time. Sales assistants that ambled at your side while you are window shopping, making you feel poor and inadequate. Really annoying.

But at least they are strangers. We can snubbed them. Antagonize em. Be rude to em.

What if they are your friends oracquaintances that you usually smile amiably to at kenduri and dinner get together.

Say you had not met this old friend of yours. When they suggest for a meeting to chat, you gladly agreed. I meant.. hey.. this is of course your old friend. The one you laughed with. You went say.. to the latest mamak hotspot of the town. Chatted up, rake up a few memories. Then the friend opened up their knapsack. Out came the insurance / latest direct-selling / illegal pyramid scheme/ preposterous time share documents.

Damn. Gone are all the amiable thoughts and feelings. You put on this fake interested look at your face and listened and nodded your head. In the end, you have to say something along the line of "I'll think about it" while you are actually thinking I can do a whole lot more useful stuffs with my money.

Most of these persons are really quite interested and absorbed in what they are saying themselves, so being your old friend you can't actually let them 'talk to the hand'. Usually too, you can actually looked and guess at the moment when they look at you up expectantly and automatically your mouth says "Ah", "Oh", "OK".

It is quite amusing to hear this facts and figures they bring up and expected you to be impressed. Yes, this guy can bought a house already after going in 1 year into the stuffs. Yes, this stuffs is suppose to saved you a whole lot of money. Yes, this product is suppose to make you feel good about yourself. All the while , you are only thinking of bolting and hoping to not see them again ; at least without any backup or rescue plan.

Don't you just hate it. To be caught unaware like that. And by someone you want to call as your friend. These type of peoples will then be drop to only 'acquaintances' level. I know it is their way to find some extra income. But we are being harangued enough by everyday salesman. And when we are meeting up for a laugh, we are forced to exclaim mentally "Nooooo....... not you too!".

I don't mind much if they say that they are doing this as a side of income and if you are interested do join or call em up. Give em 5 minutes to 10 minutes grace, I'll say. If it is more than that, I will cancel you from my friends get-together-if-you-wanna-have fun-list. You may get a wedding card if I do have room for you.

And if I perhaps am interested, I will take that offer and asked you more information about it. If I am not, do not be pesky and stopped asking me.. "So you want or not?...So very nice one... manyak lugi kalo tak masuk/join/signup,". I will put you to my Invisible Friends notice.

Most of my friends know that I don't dig direct selling stuffs. No matter how lucrative or whatever it is, I still persist thinking it is a scam and a waste of my time. Since I don't like to persuade peoples and that mean also ; do not like others to persuade me too. And if other peoples are selling it to me, I say the usual stuff "I'll think about it" . Take note if you are a friend, I am actually just being polite . And if I lose interest, I will informed you. And stop asking me. Its my own decision. I will not be swayed but I will be annoyed.

Getting money and all that is really nice and all. However do draw a line somewhere eh, if you are finding yourself getting less calls/sms /chats and less invitations to a get together.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Found that darned phone cable thingies..

Too bad it is only for my crappy mobile phone. I have yet to hunt the digital camera USB cable. Fear not.. well. I have to take that back. It may and can and should be fear that I would forget that too. I would add it to my to do list... if I can only remember where did I exactly put my to do list... or if I even have one. So the greater number of pictures will have to be put off later.

Anyhow, last weekend was my sister's wedding. Things was hectic enough. My family after all is not a large family. We of course could only rely on ourselves. The extended family.. well.. we could not jolly ask em to help us out. They have to do it out of the goodness of their heart. And Thank God that some of them do. Or I will still be stranded at JB trying to heal the numbness at my leg.

I arrived at JB at Saturday. It was no fun since the pelamin and hantaran is all finish and done. I was sulking the whole week before at the office. If peoples noticed my moodiness, that was partially the reason. I can be moody for any apparent reason if I chose. Anyhow, Sunday is the wedding. But Saturday is still quite eventful. The bridegroom family had came a bit early, so in appearance to be a generous and good hostess we have to prepare an express lunch. Of course cooking for 30 ++ peoples is almost impossible within an hour notice. So being truly Malaysians, we tapaw!

During the lunch feast it was raining heavily. And came a heavy fall , literally. We put up the tent at our neighbor's house which is also my mom's cousin house. The tent had 'roboh' to say the least. It seems like the aging tent's besi structure could not hold all those rainwater.

We can only looked on with dismay. All of the household members had gone out, excepting me. I am always last on the scene. Anyhow.. while my family are trying to salvage the ruin of the tent and a little bit of our dignities, the guests had finish eating. No worries... I just piled em up and worried about it later.

I have no idea how we get through that. But at the end the plates are cleaned, the guests were reasonably full, the tent however remains the same.



Guess it is better it had tumbled apart now rather than on the wedding day. Imagine the poor peoples stuck under the wedding tent if it had fall down while they are stuffing themselves with nasi minyak. Shudders.. The mess we then would be entangled in..

My mom promptly take out her batu lesung and rebus/boil it for the whole night and day. Old superstitious thingies. Supposedly it will keep the rain away. During the wedding day it had not rained . Well.. only a lil bit , but that was on the morning.. and only teensy itty bit of rain. Gayish rain I would call it. So.. hey.. the rebus stones thingies might just work. Take that, metereological department!

During the evening, rather than the Majlis Berinai thingies, my mom decided to have an impromptu majlis Tahlil for the departed members of our family. Which means during that short duration of time, my mom and the other family manage to cook a decent meal ; rather than tapaw, for the Tahlil.

After tahlil, cleaning up.. then continues for more preparation. By this time all of us had almost drop dead. But the other family members had managed to take out the rustic tent and put it to a safe place, while the others busying themselves with other preparation.

The small tokens of appreciation that were given to guest. Inside this satchel/kampit had been filled by telur pindang. Mighty popular. So none left for you. Sorry guys...

My sisters then proceeded to redecorate the hantaran/dowries. They are unsatisfied with how they are prepared by the wedding package that they had taken. It does look tasteless. Not to mention they had damaged one of the barang hantaran. Rather pissed off. The barang hantaran is not just for decoration purposes, eh. Make mental note to not take that wedding package for my own wedding! Since I do not have a creative bone in my fingers, my sisters and mom continued to reinvent the existing hantaran to a more pleasant looking dowries and I just content myself to pile up the pulut at the bunga paha.

My brothers? They went on to watch some wrestler spouting how great this wrestler were.. a unique person.. will miss him.. bla bla. Those who followed the wrestling scene , will know who I meant had died.

By 3 am the house is quiet...waiting for tomorrow when the festivities come.


Notes: I am tired too. That's why I stopped here.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Inane Ramblings

Hey.. its been a long time since I did that.

Its not that I do not have any clear topic to blog about. There are a lots of things to tell too.. since I had just got back from my sis wedding. But still a wedding is best appreciated with pictures. This is because I am PLAIN Ol' LAZY.

To update with pictures, let me just search for the always missing cable that will link my camera phone and the digital camera to my computer. That of course would take ages. One my many failings apart from being lazy is also procrastinate.

So here I am ... Just feel like blogging. And typed about nonsensical thing. Oh this month I will be working the 12.45 pm shift to 10pm shift. This resulted in me being lazy when the clock hit 8pm. Really. Right now ; The office is cold. I can hear the surau reciting Quran verse. Outside is dark. There are less than 5 peoples in the office. Do not blame me if I am lazy. The environment practically begs for it ::Yawn::

And despite my really long list of YM friends, I have none whom I can chat with to kill the boredom. Either they are also misusing the company bandwidth or they are too busy with their 8pm activities (TV shows pretty good, dinner are served, family time) or I am too boring to hold a senseless conversation with (Ego bruising it might be .. however needs to face that this possibility exist) . So here I am .

Not to mention I am damn hungry. Peoples are wondering how did I look a bit slimmer ( I put a 'bit' and the 'er' yee to show comparison. So let no one say : "You are not slim" or "You are as fat as ever". I might be feeling murderous) Yes. Blamed laziness! Yeay ! To get to the office early so not to get another 'advise' from TL I skipped my lunch. Really frivolous to waste that time to buy lunch or eat whut. Sleeping and reviewing back the scenes of my beloved jdorama are better. Go round in circles searching for parking at 12pm at KLCC. Arrived at the office slightly panting. By 5 pm am feeling ravenous. Go to cafe below, closed. Feeling too lazy to go to the Food Court which I am unsure will still have edible food by that time . By 8pm (now) , I am ready to eat a crocodile before they can 'ngap' me.

So.... nah. No conclusion can be given. Perhaps this would served as a conclusion or closing. I could eat you!

Friday, December 09, 2005

What Ifs...

I remembered something from the book Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. She was reciting some grammar lessons with her teacher. The words she is reciting , all of them containing, "If she had known, If they had known, If I had known.."

She remarked to the her teacher that it is such a sad word. Of all words, the if is the saddest. Whittier quote something like this : "Of all the saddest words , the what might have been is the saddest of all"

If, if and if. Its like time lost and never can be gathered.

Even though there are there are sayings "No use crying over spilt milk".. "The past is past.."

Still don't you think it is interesting if you think about the outcome all about the major decision you had made in your life...

The major if in life..

What if my father is still alive? Would I be the person I am now?
What if I never opted to go to boarding school? Would i be the semi do not care about peoples thoughts ?
What if I had opted to play for the recording company ? Would my career be something else?
What if I had not been petulant and not refused to continue with my musical lesson? Would I be the child protege my teacher used to lament about?
What if I had not gotten angry and closed my heart and memory? Would I be laughing with someone else?
What if I had not opted to chose IT as a study? Would I be someone that I always dreamt of
What if I had study a little bit harder during my SPM? Would I be studying something else, somewhere else?

However... of all the if..

I could not imagine that I would not be in UTP.

I could not imagine not knowing my friends, all the peoples I had known loved liked laughed, the peoples that changed my life, the people that make me who I am now.

I could not imagine my life without my family.

Imperfect they are... I would not change whatever way they treated me. The good and the bad.

I could not imagine my life without knowing at least IRC!!

Now.. that is just damn weird.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Dear Aunt Agony,

I don't blog much about my work?

I don't know why. I just don't feel like it. Its not that interesting. Or maybe , I just want to forget about it.

Its not half bad. I wrote load of emails. Chat with a load of peoples around the world. Get calls from a load of peoples around the world too. Less call nowadays. More chat and emails. By the end of the week ,my fingers are a bit sprained.

Its like being Aunt Agony.

Dear Auntie Agony,

My boyfriend had left me for another man. I feel like dying and slitting my wrist. What does he have that I don't have?

Regards,
Really lonely gal.

... Only much insult prone. Of course my type of emails is something like this..

Dear Support,

Your lousy product had now crashed my computer when I had installed it. I try to call your Support but couldn't get through.

Your product is crap. And I wish I had bought your competitor's product instead. I now have to brought the computer to the computer technician and the bills far exceed the price I bought your oh-so-wonderful product that is supposedly to protect me against any threat.

I want your company to compensate for my loss or I will see you in Court.

From,
A Very Pissed Off Person.

Yes, we live in such a nice cheery world, where every humans is so courteous to each other.

Now, remind me again why I don't blog much about my work?


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