Blogger's Block Type II

Many words I want to say
Things that I want to convey
But it all stop at half mid way
And has harden like clay

There's an invisible wall blocking
Words formed continue crumbling
I don't know where to start patching
Blogger's block Type II - I am having

But hey, can still write, you argue
Yet cant potray what I think and feel
Thoughts are saturated till can kill
All cooked up at the brain at a stand still

From Sherlock Holmes to The Alienist
Of Agatha Christie to The Alchemist
Books I read to increase my vocab list ;)
But everything is still vague like mist

I need to flow it all out!
Otherwise blogging is just not therapeutic enough!
Please help me to reduce this "brain crowd"
Now I've even run out of word to end this poem of doubt

Get A Life

Been sitting here all day long,
Work seemed growing, it is wrong,
Social life seemed deprived,
A small voice whispered, "Get a life"

Productivity and quality needed uplifting,
Target needs achieving,
At times I don't know what I'm doing,
"Get a life!," that voice seemed to be shouting.

Seemed to be stuck infront of the PC,
Looking at the monitor till eyes blury,
At night still work not completed clearly,
"Get a life!," the voice shouted loudly.

Things will continue to pile,
From 1 to many files,
Time seemed to be running fast,
Up my hands I cried, I give up!

Unless I have 4 pairs of hands, which I wouldn't,
I might complete the work soon, which I couldn't,
Work will still need to be completed,
But I will not work myself exhausted.

"Get a Life," the voice said,
Quality, purpose and restful life I craved,
Work equals Life, not an equation to be derived,
"Get a Life!, Get a Life, Get a Life!!"

The Story of Kampung Attap

Do you know where is Kampung Attap? If you don’t know, you would probably err, sympathize a bit with me. If you do, then I figure you will laugh a real hard. Well, me? I would tell you that I have heard of it but don’t know where it is till over the weekend, 2 days ago.

Thus, I name this post – The Story of Kampung Attap. If you ask me, I’ll just tell you, I have never been to Kampung Attap, and it sounds to me like some kind of Bandar Baru. Also when I was staying in Setapak, I would pass it to go to UM. That was all I know about Kampung Attap and it never bothers me not to explore it out. Anyway, well, the day to explore further came. I was duly informed that it was responsibility to declare my income. By the way, the slogan was “Tanggungjawab Anda”. I was told that there is one IRB branch in Kampung Attap, supposedly the nearest to where I stay now. Well, I only heard of it, never knew where the dot is on the map.

My sister’s friend was so helpful that he gave me this direction – you are heading to KL, with Kuen Cheng Sec School on your right (across the road). At the 2nd exit, showing Istana Negara and Kampung Attap, turn left & up the exit. Follow the road till the end and turn left. The road actually leads you down and then turn left again. Go about 300 m and you will see a police station. It’s further down the road. The building is just there. Well, simple enough, thought I just drop by on my way home after going out with my friends at Bintang area. Fine.

After having a hard time looking for a photocopy machine in the happening Star Hill, to cut the story short, I found it and rushing to IRB at Kampung Attap before it closed for the day. It was about 4+ in the evening, closes at 5 pm daily. Well, I was on from KL, passing through Lok Yew heading to Federal Highway. Passed Kuen Cheng but nope, no U turn found along the road. I went all the way till Old Klang Road for U turn!!! Then followed the route given by my sister’s friend. Well, I found the place. He gave a good direction. But imagine my shock when I reached there. I saw the Koperasi Polis right in front of me and a white building that so reminds me of the Chinese Assembly Hall on my right. The place soooo familiar. Never mind. Went up the building and er… trying to settle my stuff (can’t say it’s settled cos I have to go at least err... 2 times more to see the guy there before completing it).

After coming out of the building, wanting to go home… found out that I was at LOKE YEW, the same road that I passed by on my way to look for Kampung Attap. I passed the building right under my nose but went all the way to Old Klang Road just for U turn!! Crap. Why didn’t I ask the exact location? Why didn’t the person tell me where exactly it is? Why didn’t I ever notice that the place is call Kampung Attap? Grrr…

Signs To Tell That I'm Desperate...

For a pair of shoes

1. It rebel and gave up on me... the heel literally coming off
2. I used UHU and cellophone tape to seal up the gap every night and it make weird sound when i walked
3. I limped to the extend that I was afraid I would forget how to walk without limping
4. I walked bare-footed even on weekdays
5. I kicked start my bike in extreme carefulness, in case I aggravate the gap
6. I refuse to go any where on weekdays after office hour
7. I woke up early in the morning on Saturday just to go shopping
8. I stepped into each and every single shoe shop available in Sg Wang even the ever crowded Vincci

So there, if you ever happen to see me shopping, frantically, alone. Please be merciful and note that I've been limping the whole week. When I did walk a little less limping, I had shining cellophone tape, making squeeky noise accompanying me every single step :)

Inbetween

Inbetween day N nite,
That's how we gave her that name, right?
So that's when her blogging takes flight,
Hopefully it will add colour and light.

"Smart Tag"

I wonder who was the first person thought of the one in one out access card? I wonder they themselves ever tried it. It is sheer stupidity and crap! Sorry but no offence but there is soooo many example of unnecessary hassle. What’s the point? Is it to keep track of attendance? Then what happen if the person forgot his/her tag? And the necessity of recording your attendance by pen and paper? Or to keep track how many times so one goes to toilet?
Imagine that you are stuck alone in the office after working hour and there is not a soul around. Before that, someone KPC turned the knob, just after he closed the door. You tag out & d*rn, the door stuck and congratulations, you are “home alone” in the office! You are very much welcome to urinate on the office carpet, sleep on the desk and eat up everybody’s food on their table.

That was pure imagination but you can’t rule out the possibility. A first hand story, a group of 5 (me included) was going visit the toilet, that time was doing testing, only few more “permanent” staff have the ever precious one in one out access card. Alas, some KPC turned the door knob & we tag the first card – turned the knob, did not budge. Found a second card, tagged, still stuck. Nature called, urgently. Lucky, found a third card, tried another door. Phew…

Scenario no 2 – someone in front of me tagged… the door is rather wide open. I tagged, missed the door, it closed! I tagged again, got locked out. Crap. In the midst of trying to hold the door, I knocked my mug on the door. It cracked, after surviving 5 times of moving; from A/S to uni, to my sister’s house to Setapak to Ampang to current new place. It survived but the door cracked it and I got stuck outside. Dumb.

Well then, I have had it. Things are stress enough without the help of the door and the smart tag. I just don’t get it, why would someone use such inconvenience “technology”.

Still at that - Boredom

I am so bored
Think I am going to rot
My brain is so clogged
No doubt soon I’ll have brain block

Watch TV? No good show
VCD/DVD? My stock is so low
Books? Not enough to go
I’m bored, think I might growl (grrr..)

Oh, please help me!
I’m infected with mushrooms and fleas
When am I going to break free
From this season of boredom and crappy

I’m bored! I’m bored! I’m BORED!
Like I’m being locked up in a fort
Or stuck inside a log
Do save me before I mould and rot :þ

Mundane Underwriter?

The job that we had to do,
The things we will be handling,
Is not as easy as making poo,
Neither it is as easy as dodoi-ing.

Actual job is underwriting,
But jobscope goes far more than anything,
Clerical, Admin, even Actuary we are doing,
Practically everything except eating and sleeping.

Soon we will be able to handle from A-Z,
Later might as well do marketing, selling and handling queries,
And they say an underwriter is boring,
Come and try, test and see its doing.

News like this soon be all knowing,
Some people will be clapping,
Others will be crying,
This is so darn happening.

And who say going to Hub will be boring,
So many challenges, I could hardly be breathing,
So many rocks that needed turning,
My gosh, the journey is just starting!

What to blog?

Nite had been bugging me to blog. Even asked piggy to chant with her 'blog blog blog blog' over the table, over jabber.....before lunch, after lunch......
Ok Ok.....blog blog.....
The problem......WHAT TO BLOG??
So thought of an ingenius way.....
Go visit somebody else's blog! hehee......
Until I had recovered from this blogger's block syndrome....
Till then.

Season of Boredom

I’ve search high and low
My pace is as caterpillar slow
Noted above flying are black crows
Everything will induce yawn and doze

Spring, autumn, winter and summer
But this season I’m in is vague and dimmer
Boredom is here to stay and linger
Restlessness would come sooner or later

Work takes longer to complete
Deadlines are harder to meet
Those are few in the signs and symptoms list
Things are either stationary or in crisis

The recurrence rate is just too high
After chemo or radiotherapy, you would still sigh
It’s so hard to tell if you are cured or will die
Boredocarcinoma will just squeeze me dry

by nite

Are you sure it's a 24 hours clinic?

I was woken up by a few attacks of sharp pain at my gaster. I figure, probably just my hallucination, well, I got weird dreams these days. However, the sharp pain was then followed by this churning feeling at my gaster. Then, it goes off. Unfortunately, that left my eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Thought I’ll just tire myself with watching of DVD. Dragged myself out of the bed, and started watching “The Terminal”. Catherine Zeta-Jones is still as beautiful.

Only half way of the show, I had paid several visits to the washroom. The sharp pain became more frequent. Hmmm, it has got to be that acute gastroenteritis thing again. Hey, I only had home-cooked food since morning. Wonder what trigger it. Never mind, had in mind that there is this “24 hours clinic” just a stone throw away from my place. It was then 3 am in the morning. I got out of the house and made my way to the so-call 24 hours clinic (mark my word, so-call).

Reached the clinic and rang the doorbell. An Indian clinic assistant let me into the shop and she dropped the bombshell – the doctor is not in. Crap, then why is it called 24 hours clinic? The doctor will only be in by 8 am the next morning. I feel so stupid woke up in the middle of the night and walked that short distance for nothing.

Did not continue with the movie, at least something is working. My eyes and brain were finally tired. At least I could get some sleep. Would wake up by 8 am the next day, see the doc, get an MC and continue to sleep. Alas, the doctor is NOT in at 8 am. I went again at 10 am, still NOT in. Was told by another clinic assistant to leave my phone number and she would call me when the doctor is in. W-T-H? Gosh, if I’m in severe dehydration state, I would have died waiting for the doctor!! Btw, credit to the clinic assistant, she did ring me.. but at 1 pm in the afternoon.

Finally decided to take a risk and took my bike to search for another doctor. After all, the pain is not continuously but once in like 10 minutes. Thank goodness, there is so many other clinics, though not within walking distance…
The end… I got my medication, MC and sleep…

All I wanted to do was to buy a birthday present

All I wanted to do was to buy a birthday present in JJ in Mid Valley Megamall (MV). Well, JJ is because I have some cash voucher and MV is because it’s the nearest from where I stay. Well, there must be something about MV because it was at 4 pm on a Sunday and it is full, full, even for motorcycle parking. The way to motorcycle parking was blocked and I can’t even go in. Fine, I know that there is another open air parking at the other side. I took my bike and go another round, found that place and it was rather empty. Well, it has its reason for being empty – I think need to walk at least like 20 minutes to reach the entrance of MV and I saw a few foreigners from neighboring countries parking their bikes. I was not keen to walk under the hot sun and not too comfortable to chuck my bike there, though I began to feel that my bike is old but I wont ditch it. Well, the next nearest JJ was in Taman Maluri. Cheras is not too far away, I reasoned. So, off I went….

Cheras really isn’t far away and I took the exit to Bandar Tun Razak. Mind you, I have not whatsoever memory of Bandar Tun Razak. Don’t remember any roads or trees or whatever, but still I went… haha… well, I’m not in a rush, its not really, really hot though it’s hot. Passed Taman Tasik Permaisuri, something like that… haha, it must be a joke cos my sister had just asked me if I want to go there. Well, at least I passed there. I was not too worry, as I know there is this HUKM. If I ever get so lost, I’ll just ask the way to HUKM and I’ll know how to get to where I want to go. Hmm… things were okay, I got to Jln Yaakob Latiff, saw Loke Yew but alas, I forgot that I wanted to go to Maluri instead of Leisure Mall, took the wrong turning, and was heading to south of Cheras. I was not keen of taking a U-turn at Leisure Mall so casually turned into Jalan Kuari, I knew it would head to Ampang but though there out to be a turning to KL. I got faith…

So much for my faith, Jalan Kuari leading to MRR II – leaving me option of Sg Besi, Hulu Langat and Kg Cheras Baru. The other 2 sounds a bit far off, but Kg Cheras Baru, still got the word Cheras. Took that turning, went the whole road, with turnings to Jalan 20, Jalan 17 – where is that? Gosh, I finally saw the word “MPAJ”. Sh*t, that’s the last place I want to be. From Ampang, I’ll probably need at least 30 minutes just to reach KL if I just go on straight. Though I seriously wanted to another route to go back to Maluri but Ampang is the last place I want to be. I dutifully U-turned and back to MRR II. Then I saw another road, quite a number of cars heading to this road call Jalan Semerah Padi. I have this perception that if got cars go, then it’s not a bad place. Decided to risk my luck and ha… the word Serkut on the road signs. I’m back to Cheras :) and then turning to Jalan Cheras Lama. Maluri JJ? On my right side :)

The way back was another disaster. At that time, I even wished I had stalked my friend when he goes home cos I had to go through 3 times on the same roundabout to get to the road that I want. But I’ll spare you with that.

Looking on the bright side, I have known KL slightly more and perhaps I would get lost in Cheras again. (hopefully)

Deferred due to low BP

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

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

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

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)

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 35C in Perlis, Kedah and Penang. South bound, the max temperature is only about 33C.

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

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!

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..

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)