I’m not well off, thus I can’t really donate moneyI’m don’t really own anything, thus cant really donate thingsOne thing I know I’m capable of is donating blood. It saves lives and I seriously got nothing to lose… red blood cells lasted for 120 days before “died” (if I remember right, correct me if I’m wrong).
Remember the first time I heard of it, I was seriously enthusiastic of going to donate my blood, unfortunately, I was below the requirement weight. I don’t mind piling up a few kilograms to make myself eligible, after all, my BMI would still be in the normal range. Started to donate blood when I was in my first year of university. Though I don’t go every 3 months, but at least I have been at the National Blood Bank for more than 5 times.
However due to unknown reason, my blood pressure has been way too low to qualify for blood donating. According to the doctor, it is still in the normal range, yet it is at the lower end. My BP was about 97/64, recorded last Saturday. The systolic murmur should at least hit 100 before they allow me to go on with donating. I recalled my BP value used to be about the range of 110/70 but I wonder why that it has dropped. One of my colleague even commented that “Working not stress enough is it?” Well, I also don’t know.
So, calling all doctors, medical students or whoever knows what it is to take to raise my BP, please kindly let me know :)
by nite
Monday, February 21, 2005
2nd Wedding
I wonder if it’s just what or me… I begin to feel that I’m at the age where I’m getting more and more “red bomb”, or what you call wedding invitation. Well, this is why, the title – The 2nd Wedding :)
I have not been so prim and proper so ages. The last time I donned on a blouse and skirt or wore a dress was like… erm… I believe, in January 2003? Or was it January 2004? I think its 2003, my final year annual dinner Yes ;) , it was that long, cant believe that I was actually working for about 2 years? Wow…
Anyway, was invited to a wedding reception in Corus Hotel the last Saturday. My friend willing to fetch me there except on one little detail. I was not allowed to wear T-shirt and jeans, regardless if the T-shirt is new or the jeans is Levi’s. Another one even said that high possibility that I would not be allowed the entry if I am to wear that (I secretly think she is not telling the truth but I was good not to try that).
So the day came, I was exceptionally good girl as I wore a respectable blouse with a skirt, complete with high-heeled sandals. Yes, I can’t believe that I could be that prim and proper My friend came and the minute I opened the door of her Kembara, she stared at me, thought I wore slacks and she would order me to change. Well, I didn’t, thus was allowed to board the car. The “driver” even requested that I called Day to let her know that it is a must to wear skirt or dress. Otherwise, would not fetch her… Nope, I’m not lying…
Unfortunately, I have no proof or evidence for my word. Did not bring camera, though took a few pictures but doubt that I would get the photos. Anyhow, anyway, Day can vouch for me, should there be anyone open their mouth with disbelieve that I actually did behave prim and proper.
Final word, nutritionist did put their knowledge to good use, look pretty with slim figure. Some of them just look stunningly beautiful :)
by nite
I have not been so prim and proper so ages. The last time I donned on a blouse and skirt or wore a dress was like… erm… I believe, in January 2003? Or was it January 2004? I think its 2003, my final year annual dinner Yes ;) , it was that long, cant believe that I was actually working for about 2 years? Wow…
Anyway, was invited to a wedding reception in Corus Hotel the last Saturday. My friend willing to fetch me there except on one little detail. I was not allowed to wear T-shirt and jeans, regardless if the T-shirt is new or the jeans is Levi’s. Another one even said that high possibility that I would not be allowed the entry if I am to wear that (I secretly think she is not telling the truth but I was good not to try that).
So the day came, I was exceptionally good girl as I wore a respectable blouse with a skirt, complete with high-heeled sandals. Yes, I can’t believe that I could be that prim and proper My friend came and the minute I opened the door of her Kembara, she stared at me, thought I wore slacks and she would order me to change. Well, I didn’t, thus was allowed to board the car. The “driver” even requested that I called Day to let her know that it is a must to wear skirt or dress. Otherwise, would not fetch her… Nope, I’m not lying…
Unfortunately, I have no proof or evidence for my word. Did not bring camera, though took a few pictures but doubt that I would get the photos. Anyhow, anyway, Day can vouch for me, should there be anyone open their mouth with disbelieve that I actually did behave prim and proper.
Final word, nutritionist did put their knowledge to good use, look pretty with slim figure. Some of them just look stunningly beautiful :)
by nite
Friday, February 18, 2005
Tunnel
It is there, i cant hide
It is there, i'm too tired to fight
Even though i have try all my might
The tunnel just does not have light
The roads are rougher
The potholes are bigger
The tunnel seems to be longer
and i'm still stuck in the middle
My legs have given up running
My senses have protest to working
My brain has stop turning
I'm still stuck in the tunnel with this poem hanging
It is there, i'm too tired to fight
Even though i have try all my might
The tunnel just does not have light
The roads are rougher
The potholes are bigger
The tunnel seems to be longer
and i'm still stuck in the middle
My legs have given up running
My senses have protest to working
My brain has stop turning
I'm still stuck in the tunnel with this poem hanging
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Crap
It is now 9.15pm, 14 Feb 2005. As i write this, i'm having a slight headache, a little discomfort or rather experiencing slight epigastric pain. Must be the late dinner. I had just finished washing the dishes. Considered taking gelusil if it worsen. Also at this time, i'm having unilateral right left knee sore. Wonder if it's a "good" sign as my muscles tend to sore when i'm falling sick. Do i see MC tomorrow? Perhaps i shouldn't be so hopeful.
Story begins an hour earlier, out of the blur, it rains!! And at the time when i dont want it to come! i was half roasted back at my hometown. How could it rain now? Especially when i only go to work using this "metal horse" of mine. Somemore right in the evening. Argghh... i've to go through all those drenched spells again.
Ha.. choo.. (3 times) - sign of my MC coming? or just someone cursing me. I have been nice all these while... so people shouldnt be cursing right?
Till then, while i still hoping for a MC. Maybe should stay up a little late to aggravate the outcome ;)
And, i worked yesterday.... no MC in view...
Btw, i had a sms from a friend saying - "happiness isnt the easiet to find, but one place you are guaranteed to find. It is in a friend's LOVE"
So there, Happy Valentine's Day (Though when i post this up, already belated)
Story begins an hour earlier, out of the blur, it rains!! And at the time when i dont want it to come! i was half roasted back at my hometown. How could it rain now? Especially when i only go to work using this "metal horse" of mine. Somemore right in the evening. Argghh... i've to go through all those drenched spells again.
Ha.. choo.. (3 times) - sign of my MC coming? or just someone cursing me. I have been nice all these while... so people shouldnt be cursing right?
Till then, while i still hoping for a MC. Maybe should stay up a little late to aggravate the outcome ;)
And, i worked yesterday.... no MC in view...
Btw, i had a sms from a friend saying - "happiness isnt the easiet to find, but one place you are guaranteed to find. It is in a friend's LOVE"
So there, Happy Valentine's Day (Though when i post this up, already belated)
Monday, February 14, 2005
After CNY, I'm officially a...
A. PIG
Well, to be more to the point, I am officially a half-roast pig. The entire thing that I do is just basically – eat, sleep and watch TV.
Sequence no 1: Sleep, eat, watch TV (lots), eat, eat, eat, sleep, eat, eat, eat
Sequence no 2: Sleep, eat, eat, sleep, eat, watch TV (lots), go out, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Sequence no 3: Sleep, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, go out, watch TV, eat
Got my idea?
Then comes the roasted part, I’m only half-roasted cos some of my friends’ house got air-cond, so me semi-roasted. Somehow, northern part of the country seems hotter. Even when you travel via the highway, you can see that the trees colour changes from green to yellowish green. Hey, I’m not seeing things, in fact, if you see the weather forecast, you will notice that the maximum temperature is 35C in Perlis, Kedah and Penang. South bound, the max temperature is only about 33C.
B. SOTONG
Heard of as blur as a sotong? Well, that’s me. Picture this, my hometown, dubbed as the 5 minutes town by my previous English teacher. Though a little exaggerating but pretty true. Max time required, taking into consideration of “traffic jam” is about 15 minutes. Note that “traffic jam” is in “….”, well, that’s because it shouldn’t be really considered traffic jam, just a little more cars than usual. Well, I got lost in this 5 minutes town, took the wrong turn to the most popular housing area. Haha… one friend said that she doesn’t trust my driving, the other has given up hope on me. I don’t even know the road to his house after all these years. And I seriously fear that when I go back to work, I am clueless and blur. ;)
C. VICTIM OF THE POPULAR QUESTION
Can guess what is the question? Give you 5 seconds….
Give yourself a round of applause if you guess it right, no present, as it’s a little too easy. Well, ahem.. the question is – Are you married yet?
Yup, the whole world knows that I don’t even have a boyfriend when I left that small, quiet town. Though they might not hear from me for quite a little while, but hey, at least ask lar – “Do you have a bf yet?” instead of jumping straight to THAT question of the year. I have this friend who each time I send sms to him (though not often), he would reply by asking that question.. tsk … tsk. Then I bumped into an old friend at the “most happening place”; she asked exactly the same question.
Well, then to answer the question. Nope, not anytime soon that I can see it. But all of you people can start saving up so that when the time comes, I imagine tidy sum of $$ has been saved and I’ll get a very good gift. :þ
By the way, no, I don’t have a bf yet.
So, there you have it – I’m officially the poor, blur as a sotong pig. :D
Well, to be more to the point, I am officially a half-roast pig. The entire thing that I do is just basically – eat, sleep and watch TV.
Sequence no 1: Sleep, eat, watch TV (lots), eat, eat, eat, sleep, eat, eat, eat
Sequence no 2: Sleep, eat, eat, sleep, eat, watch TV (lots), go out, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat
Sequence no 3: Sleep, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, go out, watch TV, eat
Got my idea?
Then comes the roasted part, I’m only half-roasted cos some of my friends’ house got air-cond, so me semi-roasted. Somehow, northern part of the country seems hotter. Even when you travel via the highway, you can see that the trees colour changes from green to yellowish green. Hey, I’m not seeing things, in fact, if you see the weather forecast, you will notice that the maximum temperature is 35C in Perlis, Kedah and Penang. South bound, the max temperature is only about 33C.
B. SOTONG
Heard of as blur as a sotong? Well, that’s me. Picture this, my hometown, dubbed as the 5 minutes town by my previous English teacher. Though a little exaggerating but pretty true. Max time required, taking into consideration of “traffic jam” is about 15 minutes. Note that “traffic jam” is in “….”, well, that’s because it shouldn’t be really considered traffic jam, just a little more cars than usual. Well, I got lost in this 5 minutes town, took the wrong turn to the most popular housing area. Haha… one friend said that she doesn’t trust my driving, the other has given up hope on me. I don’t even know the road to his house after all these years. And I seriously fear that when I go back to work, I am clueless and blur. ;)
C. VICTIM OF THE POPULAR QUESTION
Can guess what is the question? Give you 5 seconds….
Give yourself a round of applause if you guess it right, no present, as it’s a little too easy. Well, ahem.. the question is – Are you married yet?
Yup, the whole world knows that I don’t even have a boyfriend when I left that small, quiet town. Though they might not hear from me for quite a little while, but hey, at least ask lar – “Do you have a bf yet?” instead of jumping straight to THAT question of the year. I have this friend who each time I send sms to him (though not often), he would reply by asking that question.. tsk … tsk. Then I bumped into an old friend at the “most happening place”; she asked exactly the same question.
Well, then to answer the question. Nope, not anytime soon that I can see it. But all of you people can start saving up so that when the time comes, I imagine tidy sum of $$ has been saved and I’ll get a very good gift. :þ
By the way, no, I don’t have a bf yet.
So, there you have it – I’m officially the poor, blur as a sotong pig. :D
Monday, February 07, 2005
Shifting
Had had the whole Saturday shifting from one company to another. Not me personally, but the WHOLE company. Very early in the morning, I went to the new building through public transport. The managers comforted us that the walk from the train to the new building isn't very far. I walked and walked on this never seem to end journey, started to perspire. Luckily the sun decided to say hello later that day.
Finally reached the building, went to the floor I thought we should gather....found no one except Dino. Only the both of us, ON TIME. Where is the rest of them? Stucked in the toilet? Traffic jam? miscommunication? Where? where? where? Dino and I went to do some exploring, walked walked walked......pantry next to the toilet? Aiyah....Went upstairs, found ok, the rest of them hanging there. Saw nasi lemak...yum yum.....me eat!
We went for briefing, went rounding the office. Suddenly handphone rang! Movers are here.....panic arise. where? where? Boxes and boxes started pouring out...only 2 movers??!!! what time are we going home? Tomorrow? Anyway, we walked them to the repsective places. Note the word WALK. and that was what we had been doing the whole day. WALK.
Then lunch came and we went up again, and eat out stomachs full of leftovers. Some people just don't wait for the rest before they started their lunch. Poor Dino and me, had to be content with the meager leftovers.
By now the movers already knew their way around. Started to be independent. Been telling us to sit and watch, no need to walk. They even knew how to read labels! Wanted to argue with Dino when one of the movers found that the label is different with the name plate on the desk. Then all the movers were guessing what was stored in one of the managers' boxed. She had 6 boxes all together, all of them super heavy. "Apa dia bawak? Pinggan mangkuk ka? Periuk?" When they found out that piggy had 10 boxes, they almost faint. "Ini budak pindah rumah ke, pindah ofis? Apa dia masuk kat dalam kotak? Tempat pun tak cukup sama dia letak."
After hours and endless hours of showing them where the places was. Counter checking the number of boxes shifted, tallying the number of boxes sent. FINALLY we went up to have our pizza for tea. But what was left was sob sob only garlic bread! For the 4 of us. Found out that the rest of them sneak up earlier and ate all the pizzas! Sigh...ungrateful gluttons! But we are too tired to argue, only gave our sad looking, not working puppy eyes to our supervisor, the supervisor didn't even flinch at our attempt.
Went home just to be greeted by the night. Blissful night, dropped into the bed and zzzzz........don't wake me up even if the sun rises up!
Finally reached the building, went to the floor I thought we should gather....found no one except Dino. Only the both of us, ON TIME. Where is the rest of them? Stucked in the toilet? Traffic jam? miscommunication? Where? where? where? Dino and I went to do some exploring, walked walked walked......pantry next to the toilet? Aiyah....Went upstairs, found ok, the rest of them hanging there. Saw nasi lemak...yum yum.....me eat!
We went for briefing, went rounding the office. Suddenly handphone rang! Movers are here.....panic arise. where? where? Boxes and boxes started pouring out...only 2 movers??!!! what time are we going home? Tomorrow? Anyway, we walked them to the repsective places. Note the word WALK. and that was what we had been doing the whole day. WALK.
Then lunch came and we went up again, and eat out stomachs full of leftovers. Some people just don't wait for the rest before they started their lunch. Poor Dino and me, had to be content with the meager leftovers.
By now the movers already knew their way around. Started to be independent. Been telling us to sit and watch, no need to walk. They even knew how to read labels! Wanted to argue with Dino when one of the movers found that the label is different with the name plate on the desk. Then all the movers were guessing what was stored in one of the managers' boxed. She had 6 boxes all together, all of them super heavy. "Apa dia bawak? Pinggan mangkuk ka? Periuk?" When they found out that piggy had 10 boxes, they almost faint. "Ini budak pindah rumah ke, pindah ofis? Apa dia masuk kat dalam kotak? Tempat pun tak cukup sama dia letak."
After hours and endless hours of showing them where the places was. Counter checking the number of boxes shifted, tallying the number of boxes sent. FINALLY we went up to have our pizza for tea. But what was left was sob sob only garlic bread! For the 4 of us. Found out that the rest of them sneak up earlier and ate all the pizzas! Sigh...ungrateful gluttons! But we are too tired to argue, only gave our sad looking, not working puppy eyes to our supervisor, the supervisor didn't even flinch at our attempt.
Went home just to be greeted by the night. Blissful night, dropped into the bed and zzzzz........don't wake me up even if the sun rises up!
Shopping Ordeal
Yesterday went to this departmental store so big that it is bigger than the golf course. I thought surely this place will have parking space. Sure enough got one hahahaha....I'm beginning to think that half of the people living here had left somewhere out there. Nice...only me and me to do shopping....no rushing, no pulling hair, no screaming, no waiting.... :D
Boy, boy was I wrong.....everything which I wished for ALL didn't come. One step in the mall, whoosh! people running here running there. I though I can do my groceries in peace....trolley also don't have. How? How? Had been carrying those canned mushrooms and something black and ugly thing for so long. Poor me, my mum must have thought that I'm the trolley. "Can take one, can take one. One more!" Tangan patah already still one more! Thank God, daddy had a pity on me. Stood that the cash register...who left their empty trolley unguarded, he look left and right....and like lightning, trolley gone! When the trolley came, I just dump the cans...don't care if it dented in the end or not. RUN! Was running so fast that my mum had to call me on my irritable handphone. Should had left that thing back home!
Mum: Where are you?
Day: Hehehe....toilet.
Mum: Come back...need to buy some more things...you push trolley.
Day: But mummy....need to get clothes. If don't buy now, the shop will close.
Mum: Hmmph! ok ok....go get clothes.
Day: (yes!)
I thought I can escape. Sob Sob.....very wrong! The clothes section packed with people. Why, oh why do people do last minute shopping? Go home....Holidays already here....Go back to your home! Stay with your family, cousins, aunties, uncles! Go away, go far far away! Don't come out! whhhyyyyy???
Sighing.....went round to see the clothes....people jam pack like mad. Saw one lady taking almost the whole stack of clothes waiting for the dressing room. Aiyoh....buying like it is free. I thought it was, for a moment after I saw her. Double checked my clothings, hoping to see the word FREE there. Nope......instead marked RMXXX with no discount some more.
Lined up in front of the changing room is like doing your IC or doing your passport. I think doing passport and IC also faster. What is wrong with these people? Changing room is meant for changing, not for admiring! Change, see not nice, take out. Change again, nice, take. No need to turn here turn there like model. Sooo looonnnggg......perhaps the clothes too pretty until they faint? Or may they are tired and fell asleep? Cannot take it? Dunno....crazy ideas start to form in my mind. Sleeping arr? When the person finally come out from the changing room, I can really feel the people lining up throwing dagger stares. Me quickly go in, try on the pants, and top. Turn, turn...nice....ok! Take!
And that is only one set of clothes. Wanted to search for another...but got scared seeing the stampede of people. Lined up to pay.....almost faint when I found that the line almost reached the doorway. Each of them holding half of the department clothes. So cheap meh? Look again at my purchase...nope.Not mine....Where in the world did they get those cheap clothes?! Must be at that corner where everyone is crowding around.....Unbelievable!
When I finally reach the counter, the poor poor cashier...I think she will have recurring nightmares of this day. She had that face that say 'Go home, don't buy anymore! Or I'll scratch your face kau kau' I think her index finger got blisters, maybe finger pain. To think when I present her my vouchers for the purchase, she almost wanted to puke. That counter doesn't have any bar scanner, thus she had to key in the code number. I smiled sweetly at her, while she probably be sending curses at me with her eyes.
Passing my purchases, she didnt' even say thank you. Hmmph! Customer service, kononnya. Exhausted, finally found my parents with a trolley full of stuff. Walk far far away....to the car. I think someone must have shifted the car. Don't think it was so far away form the entrance when we first arrived. But nevertheless, FINALLY reached home from the shopping nightmare! Whew..
Boy, boy was I wrong.....everything which I wished for ALL didn't come. One step in the mall, whoosh! people running here running there. I though I can do my groceries in peace....trolley also don't have. How? How? Had been carrying those canned mushrooms and something black and ugly thing for so long. Poor me, my mum must have thought that I'm the trolley. "Can take one, can take one. One more!" Tangan patah already still one more! Thank God, daddy had a pity on me. Stood that the cash register...who left their empty trolley unguarded, he look left and right....and like lightning, trolley gone! When the trolley came, I just dump the cans...don't care if it dented in the end or not. RUN! Was running so fast that my mum had to call me on my irritable handphone. Should had left that thing back home!
Mum: Where are you?
Day: Hehehe....toilet.
Mum: Come back...need to buy some more things...you push trolley.
Day: But mummy....need to get clothes. If don't buy now, the shop will close.
Mum: Hmmph! ok ok....go get clothes.
Day: (yes!)
I thought I can escape. Sob Sob.....very wrong! The clothes section packed with people. Why, oh why do people do last minute shopping? Go home....Holidays already here....Go back to your home! Stay with your family, cousins, aunties, uncles! Go away, go far far away! Don't come out! whhhyyyyy???
Sighing.....went round to see the clothes....people jam pack like mad. Saw one lady taking almost the whole stack of clothes waiting for the dressing room. Aiyoh....buying like it is free. I thought it was, for a moment after I saw her. Double checked my clothings, hoping to see the word FREE there. Nope......instead marked RMXXX with no discount some more.
Lined up in front of the changing room is like doing your IC or doing your passport. I think doing passport and IC also faster. What is wrong with these people? Changing room is meant for changing, not for admiring! Change, see not nice, take out. Change again, nice, take. No need to turn here turn there like model. Sooo looonnnggg......perhaps the clothes too pretty until they faint? Or may they are tired and fell asleep? Cannot take it? Dunno....crazy ideas start to form in my mind. Sleeping arr? When the person finally come out from the changing room, I can really feel the people lining up throwing dagger stares. Me quickly go in, try on the pants, and top. Turn, turn...nice....ok! Take!
And that is only one set of clothes. Wanted to search for another...but got scared seeing the stampede of people. Lined up to pay.....almost faint when I found that the line almost reached the doorway. Each of them holding half of the department clothes. So cheap meh? Look again at my purchase...nope.Not mine....Where in the world did they get those cheap clothes?! Must be at that corner where everyone is crowding around.....Unbelievable!
When I finally reach the counter, the poor poor cashier...I think she will have recurring nightmares of this day. She had that face that say 'Go home, don't buy anymore! Or I'll scratch your face kau kau' I think her index finger got blisters, maybe finger pain. To think when I present her my vouchers for the purchase, she almost wanted to puke. That counter doesn't have any bar scanner, thus she had to key in the code number. I smiled sweetly at her, while she probably be sending curses at me with her eyes.
Passing my purchases, she didnt' even say thank you. Hmmph! Customer service, kononnya. Exhausted, finally found my parents with a trolley full of stuff. Walk far far away....to the car. I think someone must have shifted the car. Don't think it was so far away form the entrance when we first arrived. But nevertheless, FINALLY reached home from the shopping nightmare! Whew..
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Hey! I Own An Antique ;)
Preview:
“It can’t even load my Barbie game!”
- my 4 years old niece
“It deserved to be framed & put up in the museum!!”
- my friend who got the shock of his life
Okay, behold, I own an antique! That’s what my friend, D just told me. He has repeatedly told me that I should have it over to him and he will help me put it in glass and donate it to the museum. I started the conversation innocently by saying that I need a PC. He is those tech savvy guy, when conversation on computers and graphics, each and every sentence will have to those technical jargon that I really don’t understand and give him those blur look. It’s like this…
Me: Ei, I really need a PC
D: Why?
Me: Erm, it’s a bit old and I need a new one. It’s a Pentium Pro Processor with 180 MHz, with 96.0 MB RAM
D: What?? Is it decade old yet? Is there still something with 180 MHz?
Me: That’s why I need a new one lor
D: Can it run anything??
Me: Windows 98 with Microsoft 97
D: Obviously it can’t load XP
Me: It doesn’t have even the basic games like minesweeper or solitaire…
D: It’s already a miracle that it can run. Can use one ah? What else you got?
Me: Got autocad lor
D: Who use?
Me: My sis
D: She got do business ah?
Me: No lar…
D: Lucky…
Me: Why?
D: Draw one line & wait for 6 hours ah?
Me: Er… about that lar …hahah. My niece even complained that the PC cacat cos can’t even load her Barbie computer game.
D: You got read the “Minimum requirements” stated at the disc or not? That kind of game ah, need Windows XP one.
Me: Hahaha… Then, the mouse & keyboard, still using the pin one lor..
D: Hahaha… you tell that to the guy who sells PC, he will pity you and give you free keyboard and mouse. Some more will tell you, if you need anything, please, please go to his shop and buy, he will give discount
Me: Serious ah?
D: Ya lar… come, come… I bring you to the computer shop, it’s kind of like those in Low Yat, but mini
Me: Here got ah? (Btw, we are in Mid Valley)
D: Yah… you never been there ah?
Me: Nope… how long as the shops been here?
D: It has been here for at least 3 to 4 years liao lor…
Me:… hmm… (I’m speechless, cos he just came back from Australia… hahah and I didn’t even know the existence of those shops :þ)
So, we go inside those shops and browse while he asking the shop assistant some questions using words that I don’t understand again. Hmm…
Well, that’s the story on how after so many years, I suddenly found out that I actually own a piece of antique.
“Email me when you have PC” That’s the last words before I left for home… hahaha.. funny…
P/s: After this talk with my friend, I have made a resolution to buck up my computer vocabulary and knowledge. Pray my determination will last. (Higher chance if I see him more often :D)
“It can’t even load my Barbie game!”
- my 4 years old niece
“It deserved to be framed & put up in the museum!!”
- my friend who got the shock of his life
Okay, behold, I own an antique! That’s what my friend, D just told me. He has repeatedly told me that I should have it over to him and he will help me put it in glass and donate it to the museum. I started the conversation innocently by saying that I need a PC. He is those tech savvy guy, when conversation on computers and graphics, each and every sentence will have to those technical jargon that I really don’t understand and give him those blur look. It’s like this…
Me: Ei, I really need a PC
D: Why?
Me: Erm, it’s a bit old and I need a new one. It’s a Pentium Pro Processor with 180 MHz, with 96.0 MB RAM
D: What?? Is it decade old yet? Is there still something with 180 MHz?
Me: That’s why I need a new one lor
D: Can it run anything??
Me: Windows 98 with Microsoft 97
D: Obviously it can’t load XP
Me: It doesn’t have even the basic games like minesweeper or solitaire…
D: It’s already a miracle that it can run. Can use one ah? What else you got?
Me: Got autocad lor
D: Who use?
Me: My sis
D: She got do business ah?
Me: No lar…
D: Lucky…
Me: Why?
D: Draw one line & wait for 6 hours ah?
Me: Er… about that lar …hahah. My niece even complained that the PC cacat cos can’t even load her Barbie computer game.
D: You got read the “Minimum requirements” stated at the disc or not? That kind of game ah, need Windows XP one.
Me: Hahaha… Then, the mouse & keyboard, still using the pin one lor..
D: Hahaha… you tell that to the guy who sells PC, he will pity you and give you free keyboard and mouse. Some more will tell you, if you need anything, please, please go to his shop and buy, he will give discount
Me: Serious ah?
D: Ya lar… come, come… I bring you to the computer shop, it’s kind of like those in Low Yat, but mini
Me: Here got ah? (Btw, we are in Mid Valley)
D: Yah… you never been there ah?
Me: Nope… how long as the shops been here?
D: It has been here for at least 3 to 4 years liao lor…
Me:… hmm… (I’m speechless, cos he just came back from Australia… hahah and I didn’t even know the existence of those shops :þ)
So, we go inside those shops and browse while he asking the shop assistant some questions using words that I don’t understand again. Hmm…
Well, that’s the story on how after so many years, I suddenly found out that I actually own a piece of antique.
“Email me when you have PC” That’s the last words before I left for home… hahaha.. funny…
P/s: After this talk with my friend, I have made a resolution to buck up my computer vocabulary and knowledge. Pray my determination will last. (Higher chance if I see him more often :D)
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