Thursday, May 28, 2009

Bittersweet



This is officially one of the latest time I've gone out until. Yeah, snicker all you want, but I'm a good boy, I am.

So, bittersweet night it was. On the sweet side, Manchester "The Losers" United got thrashed 2-0 by Barcelona. So much for talking cock.
On the bitter side, Manchester "The Losers" United got their arses thrashed 2-0 by Barcelona. :(
As much as I hate Manchester "The Losers" United, Barcelona shouldn't even be in the finals to begin with, no thanks to a particular Norwegian referee.
There I was, drinking my huge ass Watermelon juice, enjoying every bit of the bittersweetness tonight had to offer together with my university mates Patma, Kein Yip and Sidharth.

Philosophical? You tell me...

Friday, May 8, 2009

The SIM Card Complication

'Twas a quiet night.
Gently blowing breeze,
Rustling the leaves.
Quiet phone in the night.


Wait. Quiet phone? No, definitely not right. It was only then that I discovered it.


Restart the phone.

Restart the phone, again.

Nothing changed.

Shit.

And I was expecting a call. This wasn't good at all. It was already 10pm.

Shit. Customer service dah tutup.

That 24 hours without my phone was one of the most stressful moments. Here I was, the anarchist of cellphones, feeling so Disconnected. Proof again of how cellphones are now an indispensable part of our lives. Heck, my 9-year old cousin has a handphone too. COLOR SCREEN LEH. When I was 9 I was busy memorizing all my friends' telephone numbers and playing with Lego's.

I went to replace the fucked SIM card the first thing right after my classes. The first thing I asked was "Replace SIM card ini kena bayar tak?"
"Kena, prepaid kena bayar RM10"
"Eh, mana boleh lah, saya dah guna SIM card ini selama 4 tahun, tak ada warning, tiba-tiba rosak, mana boleh? Tak boleh charge la, ini panggil service."

Being the jewbag* that I am, I had already known about this so-called "service charge" beforehand. And heck, I had totally no intention of paying them anything for a 5-minute procedure. So I went on blabbering about a lot of other stuff, from my lost million-dollar contract to the Cuban Missile Crisis. The lady attending to me who was originally friendly and bubbly all of a sudden turned quiet and sullen.

* A cheap and selfish person
**The author wishes to express that he used the word jewbag as a joke and he is not cheap and selfish in actual fact.

When I finally got my replacement SIM card, I purposely avoided any mention of the RM10. And wadaya know, she didn't ask anything from me. I walked away with my new SIM, ever the jewbag* and RM10 saved.



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