Barangkali diorang semua ni ada ilmu kebal, atau memang sengaja nak mampus.
Dem yuh!
Incomplete.
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Showing posts with label Technology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Technology. Show all posts
Monday, August 9, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Kotak yang sejuk
Gila lama gua tak memasak. Sebelum ni memang leceh sebab gua tak ada storage system yang bagus, jadi bahan-bahan mentah yang gua beli tak boleh tahan lama. Kena masak itu jam juga, kalau tidak nanti busuk. Mudahnya: TAK ADA PETI SEJUK.
Jadi bulan lepas setelah mengikat perut dan peras ugut orang sekeliling gua, berjaya lah juga gua sambar sepeti kotak sejuk. Jadi biasa lah, perasaan nak memasak datang balik. Macam orang angau tengah hangat bercinta; hari-hari gua belek fridge tu, hari-hari gua lap tak kasi kotor, hari-hari gua menatang minyak yang penuh. Yang paling best, hari-hari ada air sedap. Kalau nak tau, tunggu nanti gua buat parti minum-minum.
Jadi bulan lepas setelah mengikat perut dan peras ugut orang sekeliling gua, berjaya lah juga gua sambar sepeti kotak sejuk. Jadi biasa lah, perasaan nak memasak datang balik. Macam orang angau tengah hangat bercinta; hari-hari gua belek fridge tu, hari-hari gua lap tak kasi kotor, hari-hari gua menatang minyak yang penuh. Yang paling best, hari-hari ada air sedap. Kalau nak tau, tunggu nanti gua buat parti minum-minum.
Tak dapat Evo 10, yang ini pun jadi lah...Kebetulan (atau bukan) sekarang dah tengah bulan, gua sudah sengkek. Apa lagi, malam semalam merupakan peluang terbaik gua untuk masak dinner.
Hasilnya selepas sejam berpeluh bertenaga dengan senduk dan kuali gua berasmara:
Hasilnya selepas sejam berpeluh bertenaga dengan senduk dan kuali gua berasmara:
Amacam, nampak ngam tak?
Dem yuh!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
iDaft
Best gila sial benda ni. Habis bateri telefon gua asyik memicit benda ni.
Punya lah senang Daft Punk start buat lagu. Kita duduk fikir nak ada studio saiz macam rumah Bill Gates. Mengada-ngada.
Tapi gua memang tengah bosan macam sial. Apa benda gua nak cerita esok...
Punya lah senang Daft Punk start buat lagu. Kita duduk fikir nak ada studio saiz macam rumah Bill Gates. Mengada-ngada.
Tapi gua memang tengah bosan macam sial. Apa benda gua nak cerita esok...
Celaka!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
SOFT or HARD?
I have no title for this post, yet. I only feel like writing now. I keep telling myself that I write craps, but some people told me that I should keep writing. I have no freaking idea. I mean, it's not easy when I know I'm not good writing stuff, in fact I'm so close to a bad writer or could be the worst writer ever, and what makes it worse than worst is that I have to keep up writing. Or must I think I write good craps though?
Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.
So the start-up motivation came from I-don't-know-where. Owh, I remember now. It came from an overflowing ideas and deep misunderstandings and critical observations about one too many things. I've written something about how my empty brain works before. You can refresh it HERE!
So yeah, I feel like writing about this one important thing. No, not important thing, but rather one interesting topic. Haa now it's more accurate. Well at least it's interesting to me. I don't know about you guys.
So this one hazy evening I had a conversation with my Uncle Kem, as usual in the car (Counselor In-Mobile) while sending him to Suria KLCC.
We talk about HARDWARE and SOFTWARE.
Computer?
Not really.
Then?
Human. Life. Nation. Politic. Everything.
Everything in life, has two most important thing, to function as a system.
Hardware, and software.
For example:
Question: What builds a nation?
Answer: Human development (software, or brain) and national resources (hardware, or wealth). Simple. What happens to Malaysia now? Other countries look at us as a wealthy country, developing the infrastructures and looks good on the outside. It's called HARDWARE. But when you talk about human development (software), we Malaysians are way behind many countries that we see as "poor" or "under-developed" or whatever shit. We Malaysians are so proud of NOTHING. The tallest twin tower in the world? Wow. Well, not anymore in few years time. What else?
Tell me, what can we be proud of ourselves as Malaysians?
As a matter of fact, we can't even be proud of ourselves as a Malaysian since not every Malaysians CAN SPEAK BAHASA MELAYU PROPERLY. I'm not being racist here, no. I'm saying this because I see one too many Malays who can't even converse Bahasa Melayu properly, grammatically correct and what not. I'm not gonna start on Chinese or Indians or other race.
But you are writing in English now. What makes you an exception?
I am writing in English occasionally, and just to practice my SECOND LANGUAGE. Again, as a SECOND LANGUAGE.
If we talk about proud to be Malaysian, Malaysia Boleh(blah)!, nationalism or even that 1Malaysia, we can't even compare ourselves to Indonesia. Correct me if I'm wrong. Fuck it, there's no right or wrong, only consequences.
If you ever been to Indonesia, you can hear and see every fucking people there can speak Bahasa Indonesia, properly. Every single citizen, of course. Bahasa Indonesia. They are proud to be Indonesian. Here, we are still confused, whether we are speaking Bahasa Melayu or Bahasa Malaysia? The next election, they will change it to Bahasa Melayu, come the next election, change it to Bahasa Malaysia pulak. Morons.
And to top it all, we call Indonesians "extremist" or some sorts for being "extreme" about their country. That's the fucking point! How can we say we are proud to be Malaysians, when we don't give a flying fuck about our own country? All we can talk cock about all the time is the KLCC, KLIA, KL Tower, SMART fucking Tunnel, Putrajaya, Sepang Circuit, first astronaut, Iskandar Malaysia, PLUS Highway, what else? Tell me.
All of the above, HARDWARE.
And yet we say the Arabs are stupid and arrogant. Because they have money (and oil), they spend blindly and outrageously and build every fucking things on earth, in Arab lands. Why? Because they have resources. Oil. Money.
Arab = Money = Arrogant = Stupid.
Malaysia = Money = ?? = ??
See they equation?
Give any backward African country with all of Malaysia's resources and wealth and they can build a country and become a country exactly like Malaysia.
Give a spoiled brat a sports car and chicks will line up for his shallow mind and lame-ass sex performance.
Give a girl a 2-piece bikini on a beach and guys will become her good dogs for one whole day, and night if you're lucky.
There's nothing to be proud of.
A guy like me, I assure you, no girl would ever take a glance at me, if 'hardware' is what they look for. Well, certain parts, yes they would DROOL for it but that only after they proved they deserve it. *yawn*
It's obvious; I'm not rich in fact I'm a broke migga (Malay wannabe nigga), I'm bad-looking ugly-duckling, I don't even own a car, and I'm so kampung, girls would rather date a dog than me. Whatever with the big "W".
HARDWARE. HARDWEAR. Whichever you want to spell it.
Now now, the SOFTWARE.
This is rather interesting. Software is something you can UPGRADE, and IMPROVE. Take a look at one obvious example: Computers.
Hardware, you need to change the components when you want to upgrade. Which is utterly impossible to humans at some point. Unless, yes you have all the money and you wanna end up like the King of Plop.
Software, once it's in your brain, you can always upgrade it by improving your understanding on that particular subject.
Same goes to any thing and every thing. Let's try the 'proud to be Malaysian' or 'Malaysia Boleh(kot!)' topic. You can do something not only on the surface level, but to gain more knowledge and make it happen. Make something happen.
Geniuses throughout time, never compromises SOFTWARE. It builds human development. It's crazy, things you can possibly do with your BRAIN.
BRAIN. You can never go wrong with it.
What makes a genius? 10% intelligence, 90% hardwork. 10% aspiration, 90% perspiration. However you want to justify it.
If you could go and have a partner, which category would you go for? The Hardware, or the Software?
Funny, because now, deep down, everyone is lying to themselves. Most will instantly say,"I'd go for the brain, any time!" but actually the truth they might say,"At this point I just want a cute face."
It's pathetic, whenever you meet someone, you hear people talk,"He's Eurasian." Or,"He drives a Beemer." Or,"He's a son of a Datuk. You should go out with him." Datuk kepala hotak kau.
Ha ha ha I sounded angry, didn't I? No I'm not.
I find it amusing, entertaining and tickling whenever these kind of situations encountered me.
Another thing is, sometimes these people, they think they're smart already, they think if they read every fucking newspapers in the world, they are smart or intelligent. The fact is, they are trying too hard to look smart they end up looking more stupid. Why the fuck do you have to read the same thing? And do not forget Harian Metro: Akhbar Tidak Bertamadun.
What the fuck wei? If you want to improve yourself just do it and shut the fuck up. It's better for you to share with other people what you've read, rather than tell people you read every fucking thing on earth and yet you're still weak and lame whenever you deliver stories. Well read this: FUCK OFF, POSERS!
Shit this is getting way out of my topic. Which is fine by me ha ha ha. I'm always out of topic, always everywhere and ended up nowhere. I'm twisted. Shit, is that a good thing?
Some people can be ignorant and just go for Hardware. Too bad.
Very few people, will look deeper than that, Software. Potential. Possibility.
Choose, whether to be someone and make a difference or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.
Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.
So the start-up motivation came from I-don't-know-where. Owh, I remember now. It came from an overflowing ideas and deep misunderstandings and critical observations about one too many things. I've written something about how my empty brain works before. You can refresh it HERE!
So yeah, I feel like writing about this one important thing. No, not important thing, but rather one interesting topic. Haa now it's more accurate. Well at least it's interesting to me. I don't know about you guys.
So this one hazy evening I had a conversation with my Uncle Kem, as usual in the car (Counselor In-Mobile) while sending him to Suria KLCC.
We talk about HARDWARE and SOFTWARE.
Computer?
Not really.
Then?
Human. Life. Nation. Politic. Everything.
Everything in life, has two most important thing, to function as a system.
Hardware, and software.
For example:
Question: What builds a nation?
Answer: Human development (software, or brain) and national resources (hardware, or wealth). Simple. What happens to Malaysia now? Other countries look at us as a wealthy country, developing the infrastructures and looks good on the outside. It's called HARDWARE. But when you talk about human development (software), we Malaysians are way behind many countries that we see as "poor" or "under-developed" or whatever shit. We Malaysians are so proud of NOTHING. The tallest twin tower in the world? Wow. Well, not anymore in few years time. What else?
Tell me, what can we be proud of ourselves as Malaysians?
As a matter of fact, we can't even be proud of ourselves as a Malaysian since not every Malaysians CAN SPEAK BAHASA MELAYU PROPERLY. I'm not being racist here, no. I'm saying this because I see one too many Malays who can't even converse Bahasa Melayu properly, grammatically correct and what not. I'm not gonna start on Chinese or Indians or other race.
But you are writing in English now. What makes you an exception?
I am writing in English occasionally, and just to practice my SECOND LANGUAGE. Again, as a SECOND LANGUAGE.
If we talk about proud to be Malaysian, Malaysia Boleh(blah)!, nationalism or even that 1Malaysia, we can't even compare ourselves to Indonesia. Correct me if I'm wrong. Fuck it, there's no right or wrong, only consequences.
If you ever been to Indonesia, you can hear and see every fucking people there can speak Bahasa Indonesia, properly. Every single citizen, of course. Bahasa Indonesia. They are proud to be Indonesian. Here, we are still confused, whether we are speaking Bahasa Melayu or Bahasa Malaysia? The next election, they will change it to Bahasa Melayu, come the next election, change it to Bahasa Malaysia pulak. Morons.
And to top it all, we call Indonesians "extremist" or some sorts for being "extreme" about their country. That's the fucking point! How can we say we are proud to be Malaysians, when we don't give a flying fuck about our own country? All we can talk cock about all the time is the KLCC, KLIA, KL Tower, SMART fucking Tunnel, Putrajaya, Sepang Circuit, first astronaut, Iskandar Malaysia, PLUS Highway, what else? Tell me.
All of the above, HARDWARE.
And yet we say the Arabs are stupid and arrogant. Because they have money (and oil), they spend blindly and outrageously and build every fucking things on earth, in Arab lands. Why? Because they have resources. Oil. Money.
Arab = Money = Arrogant = Stupid.
Malaysia = Money = ?? = ??
See they equation?
Give any backward African country with all of Malaysia's resources and wealth and they can build a country and become a country exactly like Malaysia.
Give a spoiled brat a sports car and chicks will line up for his shallow mind and lame-ass sex performance.
Give a girl a 2-piece bikini on a beach and guys will become her good dogs for one whole day, and night if you're lucky.
There's nothing to be proud of.
A guy like me, I assure you, no girl would ever take a glance at me, if 'hardware' is what they look for. Well, certain parts, yes they would DROOL for it but that only after they proved they deserve it. *yawn*
It's obvious; I'm not rich in fact I'm a broke migga (Malay wannabe nigga), I'm bad-looking ugly-duckling, I don't even own a car, and I'm so kampung, girls would rather date a dog than me. Whatever with the big "W".
HARDWARE. HARDWEAR. Whichever you want to spell it.
Now now, the SOFTWARE.
This is rather interesting. Software is something you can UPGRADE, and IMPROVE. Take a look at one obvious example: Computers.
Hardware, you need to change the components when you want to upgrade. Which is utterly impossible to humans at some point. Unless, yes you have all the money and you wanna end up like the King of Plop.
Software, once it's in your brain, you can always upgrade it by improving your understanding on that particular subject.
Same goes to any thing and every thing. Let's try the 'proud to be Malaysian' or 'Malaysia Boleh(kot!)' topic. You can do something not only on the surface level, but to gain more knowledge and make it happen. Make something happen.
Geniuses throughout time, never compromises SOFTWARE. It builds human development. It's crazy, things you can possibly do with your BRAIN.
BRAIN. You can never go wrong with it.
What makes a genius? 10% intelligence, 90% hardwork. 10% aspiration, 90% perspiration. However you want to justify it.
If you could go and have a partner, which category would you go for? The Hardware, or the Software?
Funny, because now, deep down, everyone is lying to themselves. Most will instantly say,"I'd go for the brain, any time!" but actually the truth they might say,"At this point I just want a cute face."
It's pathetic, whenever you meet someone, you hear people talk,"He's Eurasian." Or,"He drives a Beemer." Or,"He's a son of a Datuk. You should go out with him." Datuk kepala hotak kau.
Ha ha ha I sounded angry, didn't I? No I'm not.
I find it amusing, entertaining and tickling whenever these kind of situations encountered me.
Another thing is, sometimes these people, they think they're smart already, they think if they read every fucking newspapers in the world, they are smart or intelligent. The fact is, they are trying too hard to look smart they end up looking more stupid. Why the fuck do you have to read the same thing? And do not forget Harian Metro: Akhbar Tidak Bertamadun.
What the fuck wei? If you want to improve yourself just do it and shut the fuck up. It's better for you to share with other people what you've read, rather than tell people you read every fucking thing on earth and yet you're still weak and lame whenever you deliver stories. Well read this: FUCK OFF, POSERS!
Shit this is getting way out of my topic. Which is fine by me ha ha ha. I'm always out of topic, always everywhere and ended up nowhere. I'm twisted. Shit, is that a good thing?
Some people can be ignorant and just go for Hardware. Too bad.
Very few people, will look deeper than that, Software. Potential. Possibility.
Choose, whether to be someone and make a difference or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.
Dem yuh!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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Monday, June 8, 2009
Separa bodoh?
Hari ni gua kena tolong Joe (admin officer kompani gua) bayar bil P1 Wimax di PJ. Line internet dah kena potong nak buat kerja pun tak boleh so kena pantas. Oke. Jadi Joe pun datang ambil gua di rumah, kitaorang pun zasss pergi cari tempat tu.
Sampai dekat area Majlis Bandaraya Petaling Jaya (MBPJ) gua pun call talian hotline 1-300-800-888. Seperti biasa "tekan satu untuk..." lepas tu "tekan satu untuk..." lepas tu "tekan satu untuk..." selama beberapa kali. Memang best. Gua decide untuk pilih "to speak to our customer service relation officer please press zero" sebab senang lagi nak bercakap dengan manusia daripada ikut arahan komputer. Nak order McDonalds pun kena layan arahan lembab macam tu, nak bayar bil pun nak kena layan benda sama. Manusia dah semakin pemalas semua suruh mesin atau robot buat. Baguslah nanti masa depan robot pulak suruh luorang buat kerja untuk iarobot (gua tak boleh pakai 'diaorang' pasal robot bukan orang dan 'dia' hanya untuk manusia)
Connected.
Gua pun borak dengan mamat CR officer tu. Gua cakap gua nak tahu mana nak bayar bil ni sebab dah kena potong so kena bayar immediately at their service centre to re-activate the line on the spot. Tapi entah kenapa dia tanya gua punya nombor akaun. Gua pun bagi. Lepas tu dia tanya pulak nama gua, gua cakaplah gua tukang bayar saja tapi akaun bawah nama bos gua (sambil gua mention nama bos gua). Lepas tu dia tanya pulak nombor telefon ofis. Aik? Apa benda lu ni mamat? Gua nak tanya direction nak pergi service centre lu ni yang lu nak tau semua apahal? Dengan nada agak menyirap gua cakap "What is the relevance of your question? I'm asking for the direction to your nearest service centre and why do I have to provide you all the details???" (nampak tak ada tiga tanda soal maksudnya gua agak panas pulak dengan mamat tu). Dia pun terus explain tanpa berlengah-lengah lagi. Haa senang kerja lu. Takpelah mungkin dia baru first time kerja, excited lah tu.
Gua pun terus merempit dengan Joe naik motor MZ Moskito yang dia baru beli secondhand daripada Zadin (Zadin ialah IT Manager kompani gua. Motor Joe kena curi depan ofis kitaorang few months back. Trajis. Memang gentle betul penyangak-penyangak sekarang. Siap angkut motor tu naik lori. Class.).
Service centre di Jalan Templer sana. Pusing-pusing cari.
Jumpa.
Parking.
Masuk pintu.
Wahh memang classlah ofis dia. Sejuk. Menarik.
Kecuali satu yang paling penting.
Internet connection kau memang macam sial.
Sebenarnya dah tiga kali kompani gua complain pasal P1 connection yang entah apa-apa. Masuk hari ni dah empat kali Jebat!
Nombor 1028.
Kitaorang pergi Kaunter 3.
Duduk.
Nak bayar bil tapi gua sambung complain lagi. Mestilah menyirap, bil tak bayar lu potong, suruh bayar cepat-cepat menyusahkan gua nak kena merempit sampai PJ sana tu. Tapi servis lu (your main service! You are an internet service provider with literally bad connection!) menyakitkan hati gua, apatah lagi bos yang keluar duit nak bayar. Gua terus complain dekat mamat tukang jaga kaunter (gua namakan dia TJK) tu. Bertambah gua menyirap, lu tau apa dia cakap?
TJK: Kalau encik ada masalah internet connection, encik kena call Careline Service (or what the fuck ever name is) dan report. Diorang akan datang ofis dan cuba settlekan masalah tu.
Joe: Saya dah report tiga kali ni. Sama juga.
TJK: Oke nanti encik call lagi sekali bagitau dekat diaorang.
Gua: Letih lah nak call banyak kali. Apa kata En. TJK tolong kami reportkan ke bahagian technical support, since we're already complaining here?
TJK: Owh, kita lain department lah bang (bila pulak lu kahwin dengan adik gua?!).
Gua: Hah?? Lain department? So apa masalah dia? Tak boleh ke attach je complain kitaorang dalam your remarks since we're already here? Can't you help us to talk to your OTHER DEPARTMENT to help us sort this problem?
TJK: Errkk... Kita tak handle bahagian tu la bang (wei gua tak hingin lah lu jadi adik ipar gua!), itu bukan kerja kita.
Gua: Boleh tahan jugak leceh nak settlekan benda yang simple macam ni ye?? (nada sarkastik tahap menyirap)
TJK: Errkk... (sambil bangun buat buat busy cari receipt book lah apa lancau lagi lah. Memang bangang.)
Gua malas nak meneruskan cerita complain gua. Masa promote dulu punyalah berbuih-buih mulut lu cerita koyak. Terpantaslah, terhebatlah, ter-apa lagi lah. Abah kau pisang. Gua memang dah planned nak terminate saja, bagus lagi pakai Jaring 1515. Tapi seperti biasa kontrak mestilah nak 24-bulan. Nak untung cepat. Lepas tu taknak upgrade services, infrastructure untuk menghebatkan lagi servis lu.
The fucking point here is, you are in ONE COMPANY and IF a customer makes a fucking REASONABLE request, why don't you please fucking help?
I repeat, REASONABLE.
And mind you, it's not that hard to do. Your company is not as big as Petronas or Trump Organisation.
Memang separa bodoh.
Dem yuh!
Sampai dekat area Majlis Bandaraya Petaling Jaya (MBPJ) gua pun call talian hotline 1-300-800-888. Seperti biasa "tekan satu untuk..." lepas tu "tekan satu untuk..." lepas tu "tekan satu untuk..." selama beberapa kali. Memang best. Gua decide untuk pilih "to speak to our customer service relation officer please press zero" sebab senang lagi nak bercakap dengan manusia daripada ikut arahan komputer. Nak order McDonalds pun kena layan arahan lembab macam tu, nak bayar bil pun nak kena layan benda sama. Manusia dah semakin pemalas semua suruh mesin atau robot buat. Baguslah nanti masa depan robot pulak suruh luorang buat kerja untuk iarobot (gua tak boleh pakai 'diaorang' pasal robot bukan orang dan 'dia' hanya untuk manusia)
Connected.
Gua pun borak dengan mamat CR officer tu. Gua cakap gua nak tahu mana nak bayar bil ni sebab dah kena potong so kena bayar immediately at their service centre to re-activate the line on the spot. Tapi entah kenapa dia tanya gua punya nombor akaun. Gua pun bagi. Lepas tu dia tanya pulak nama gua, gua cakaplah gua tukang bayar saja tapi akaun bawah nama bos gua (sambil gua mention nama bos gua). Lepas tu dia tanya pulak nombor telefon ofis. Aik? Apa benda lu ni mamat? Gua nak tanya direction nak pergi service centre lu ni yang lu nak tau semua apahal? Dengan nada agak menyirap gua cakap "What is the relevance of your question? I'm asking for the direction to your nearest service centre and why do I have to provide you all the details???" (nampak tak ada tiga tanda soal maksudnya gua agak panas pulak dengan mamat tu). Dia pun terus explain tanpa berlengah-lengah lagi. Haa senang kerja lu. Takpelah mungkin dia baru first time kerja, excited lah tu.
Gua pun terus merempit dengan Joe naik motor MZ Moskito yang dia baru beli secondhand daripada Zadin (Zadin ialah IT Manager kompani gua. Motor Joe kena curi depan ofis kitaorang few months back. Trajis. Memang gentle betul penyangak-penyangak sekarang. Siap angkut motor tu naik lori. Class.).
Service centre di Jalan Templer sana. Pusing-pusing cari.
Jumpa.
Parking.
Masuk pintu.
Wahh memang classlah ofis dia. Sejuk. Menarik.
Kecuali satu yang paling penting.
Internet connection kau memang macam sial.
Sebenarnya dah tiga kali kompani gua complain pasal P1 connection yang entah apa-apa. Masuk hari ni dah empat kali Jebat!
Nombor 1028.
Kitaorang pergi Kaunter 3.
Duduk.
Nak bayar bil tapi gua sambung complain lagi. Mestilah menyirap, bil tak bayar lu potong, suruh bayar cepat-cepat menyusahkan gua nak kena merempit sampai PJ sana tu. Tapi servis lu (your main service! You are an internet service provider with literally bad connection!) menyakitkan hati gua, apatah lagi bos yang keluar duit nak bayar. Gua terus complain dekat mamat tukang jaga kaunter (gua namakan dia TJK) tu. Bertambah gua menyirap, lu tau apa dia cakap?
TJK: Kalau encik ada masalah internet connection, encik kena call Careline Service (or what the fuck ever name is) dan report. Diorang akan datang ofis dan cuba settlekan masalah tu.
Joe: Saya dah report tiga kali ni. Sama juga.
TJK: Oke nanti encik call lagi sekali bagitau dekat diaorang.
Gua: Letih lah nak call banyak kali. Apa kata En. TJK tolong kami reportkan ke bahagian technical support, since we're already complaining here?
TJK: Owh, kita lain department lah bang (bila pulak lu kahwin dengan adik gua?!).
Gua: Hah?? Lain department? So apa masalah dia? Tak boleh ke attach je complain kitaorang dalam your remarks since we're already here? Can't you help us to talk to your OTHER DEPARTMENT to help us sort this problem?
TJK: Errkk... Kita tak handle bahagian tu la bang (wei gua tak hingin lah lu jadi adik ipar gua!), itu bukan kerja kita.
Gua: Boleh tahan jugak leceh nak settlekan benda yang simple macam ni ye?? (nada sarkastik tahap menyirap)
TJK: Errkk... (sambil bangun buat buat busy cari receipt book lah apa lancau lagi lah. Memang bangang.)
Gua malas nak meneruskan cerita complain gua. Masa promote dulu punyalah berbuih-buih mulut lu cerita koyak. Terpantaslah, terhebatlah, ter-apa lagi lah. Abah kau pisang. Gua memang dah planned nak terminate saja, bagus lagi pakai Jaring 1515. Tapi seperti biasa kontrak mestilah nak 24-bulan. Nak untung cepat. Lepas tu taknak upgrade services, infrastructure untuk menghebatkan lagi servis lu.
The fucking point here is, you are in ONE COMPANY and IF a customer makes a fucking REASONABLE request, why don't you please fucking help?
I repeat, REASONABLE.
And mind you, it's not that hard to do. Your company is not as big as Petronas or Trump Organisation.
Memang separa bodoh.
Dem yuh!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
6 Ways To Recognise An E-Thug
1. He/she still lives at home with his parents.
94% of all E-thugs still have to ask their mum whether they can bring their girlfriend/boyfriend round to 'sleepover' or if they can stay out late to DJ (in my personal case, this particular e-thug is so boring and he/she have no life). [1]
2. He/she regularly drops terms like 'e-props' and ‘PWN’ into everyday conversations.
To e-thugs, 'e-props' are like chicken nuggets to starving kids in Ethiopia. E-props are usually gained by 'PWN-ING' other bloggers, detailing how much you 'rule' on various message boards, or claiming that you know more about a particular subject than anyone else in the entire planet (in my personal case, I was pwned as having a "boring blog with a wannabe-rich-and-famous things to blog about" and "kau=orang sial yada yada yada" and "blog busuk macam longkang". Makes me wonder if he/she has a blog, how longkang his/her blog would be).
3. Online schizophrenia.
Most e-thugs are personality deficient squares that have trouble communicating with other human beings in 'the real world'. The internet allows them to create a whole new personality that is nothing like the lame reality of their often lonely lives. It's like when Mario starts off as a small and weedy plumber, but then he eats one of those mushrooms and turns into SUPER MARIO. The internet is every e-thugs 'mushroom' (in my personal case, he/she have no guts to call me or fuck me straight in my face, obviously because he/she is the SUPER MARIO on the internet).
4. Homo-celeb-clingitis.
Any 'online-warrior' worth his/her salt must name drop a popular 'celeb' that they are close with at any given opportunity. E.G: If you write about streetwear, you must, at the very least, have Futura on speed dial and tell your readers how often you talk to him and get invited to his house (in my personal case, it's not celebs, but maybe he/she is relying on some other thugs since I got this threat "nanti ada orang cari kau" wooo I'm scared) .
5. He/she has a secret online identity. Nobody's gonna take you seriously if you go online and start 'e-beef' when you have a really boring name like 'Tarquin' or 'Sean'. Create an exciting name that will make people think you’re a character from a cartoon or a comic book and not an exceptionally gay homo (in my personal case, it's dot.com.guy or blog hopper and dissed me and my blog, which is so pathetic because he/she is hiding behind stupid names).[2]
6. Me me ME!
E-thugs are so mentally deficient, that they believe they are the best at doing everything from downloading (My broadband is faster than yours!) to masturbation(The last one to bust a nut has to send a myspace bulletin saying 'I'm gay'!). They get extremely jealous when they hear about other people within their ‘scene’ receiving praise/respect/props etc, and will do everything possible to bring them down (albeit through a vale of sarcastic commentary), and thus raise their own 'e-props' (in my personal case he/she is mentally ill/deficient and i thing this particular e-thug(s) is/are stalking me, which is kinda cool, don't you think?).
[1] All e-thugs have 'popular' blogs and use their ‘e-fame’ to acquire sympathy and create ridiculous accusations..
[2] E-thugs are all nerds in real life. If you knew who they were, you’d probably kick their ass into next week Tuesday and Wednesday. And believe me I will find him/her.
Fear me, I'm the scariest e-thug!
Dem yuh!
94% of all E-thugs still have to ask their mum whether they can bring their girlfriend/boyfriend round to 'sleepover' or if they can stay out late to DJ (in my personal case, this particular e-thug is so boring and he/she have no life). [1]
2. He/she regularly drops terms like 'e-props' and ‘PWN’ into everyday conversations.
To e-thugs, 'e-props' are like chicken nuggets to starving kids in Ethiopia. E-props are usually gained by 'PWN-ING' other bloggers, detailing how much you 'rule' on various message boards, or claiming that you know more about a particular subject than anyone else in the entire planet (in my personal case, I was pwned as having a "boring blog with a wannabe-rich-and-famous things to blog about" and "kau=orang sial yada yada yada" and "blog busuk macam longkang". Makes me wonder if he/she has a blog, how longkang his/her blog would be).
3. Online schizophrenia.
Most e-thugs are personality deficient squares that have trouble communicating with other human beings in 'the real world'. The internet allows them to create a whole new personality that is nothing like the lame reality of their often lonely lives. It's like when Mario starts off as a small and weedy plumber, but then he eats one of those mushrooms and turns into SUPER MARIO. The internet is every e-thugs 'mushroom' (in my personal case, he/she have no guts to call me or fuck me straight in my face, obviously because he/she is the SUPER MARIO on the internet).
4. Homo-celeb-clingitis.
Any 'online-warrior' worth his/her salt must name drop a popular 'celeb' that they are close with at any given opportunity. E.G: If you write about streetwear, you must, at the very least, have Futura on speed dial and tell your readers how often you talk to him and get invited to his house (in my personal case, it's not celebs, but maybe he/she is relying on some other thugs since I got this threat "nanti ada orang cari kau" wooo I'm scared) .
5. He/she has a secret online identity. Nobody's gonna take you seriously if you go online and start 'e-beef' when you have a really boring name like 'Tarquin' or 'Sean'. Create an exciting name that will make people think you’re a character from a cartoon or a comic book and not an exceptionally gay homo (in my personal case, it's dot.com.guy or blog hopper and dissed me and my blog, which is so pathetic because he/she is hiding behind stupid names).[2]
6. Me me ME!
E-thugs are so mentally deficient, that they believe they are the best at doing everything from downloading (My broadband is faster than yours!) to masturbation(The last one to bust a nut has to send a myspace bulletin saying 'I'm gay'!). They get extremely jealous when they hear about other people within their ‘scene’ receiving praise/respect/props etc, and will do everything possible to bring them down (albeit through a vale of sarcastic commentary), and thus raise their own 'e-props' (in my personal case he/she is mentally ill/deficient and i thing this particular e-thug(s) is/are stalking me, which is kinda cool, don't you think?).
[1] All e-thugs have 'popular' blogs and use their ‘e-fame’ to acquire sympathy and create ridiculous accusations..
[2] E-thugs are all nerds in real life. If you knew who they were, you’d probably kick their ass into next week Tuesday and Wednesday. And believe me I will find him/her.
Fear me, I'm the scariest e-thug!I guess I am an e-thug as well. So does the others. Hahaa what a cock/pussy..
Dem yuh!
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