downloading fuss

Nothing’s more annoying than realising the movie/episode of a drama you finally managed to download after getting your desktop to work like cheap labour slave non-stop for weeks is in Spanish, or German, or whatever language that is alien to you. Worse, it doesn’t have any English subtitle. Worser still, if u’re keeping that particular movie/eps for a weekend thing, getting ready with the snacks & drinks in front of the desktop, anticipating a nice movie hour, and then u realised u can’t make anything out of the movie.

I was so pissed off when it happens to me last weekend I went out for shopping & end up spending quite an amout of money.

I think alien-speaking-movie-without-understandable-subtitle is also one big conspiracy inspired by the big bosses of the shopping business. To lure poor helpless soul like me into spending my money. They’re good, they got me.

creditization

Just got myself 3 credit cards and a virtual credit card account. That increases the possibility of me being robbed of my money unawares to four times higher than before. Not that there’s much from me to rob of. But that’s the thing with credit cards – it can be used without having any money in your account. So nowadays my sleep is restless, fearing the day I woke up to find that I’m in a waist-deep shit of a debt on things I didn’t spend on.

Credit cards somehow reminiscence me on my childhood, or more specifically,  on a certain peace-loving-lovey-dovey-goody-two-shoe purple dinosaur. Its like one of those things that he often use — you can’t see it, but you can use it. But this is where the similarity ends. Cause unlike those poor kids who need to act so hard to pretend that they were enjoying those things they can’t see, you really truly enjoy using the money you don’t see.

Another big difference is, being a kid-no-more, you’re responsible to ask: Hey, do you REALLY have it?

Fei’s word-of-the-day:
Credit card = something that was inspired by the big bosses of shopping business to trick you into spending money you don’t have on things you don’t need.

friendsterization

Got a mail from Friendster reminding me that today’s is Liz’s birthday. And I was like: Liz? which Liz? wait..I don’t even know a Liz.

So, that’s friendsterization for you – adding people you barely know, or better still, don’t know at all, on your friend’s list. I fall victim into the make-believe fact that the number of ppl u have in ur Friendster friend’s list is proportionate to ur sociability or popularity level.

Unwilling to be a shallow person, I decided to do a spring cleaning of my Friendster friend’s list, but that got me into thinking whether I should clean up my phone contacts as well. But then things got complicated, as in I’m unable to determine the expiry date of the contacts in my list. I mean, if u didn’t use a number for a year, is it okay to delete it? Cos you see, unlike Friendster, I don’t simply add the numbers of people I don’t know into my phone. So its either my kindergarden school friend or my second cousin’s cousin. Which both I didn’t use for several years (maybe never even been used) but may be useful somewhere in the future, at least I thought it was important enough to add it into my phone book at the first place…

I know it’s a bit way off track, but at that moment I felt like God, trying to decide who’ll live.. Haha… However, it also make me feel that it’s cruel to just simply kill off ppl, I mean delete the contacts. So I decided to let everyone live. Judgement day will come when heaven’s too crowded. Haha. (Please pardon my insanity, its the power-craving me talking).

I’m bored, and crazy…

Apparently the cute guy I mentioned wasn’t the least interested in me. He just want to sell his cam.

Yeah, like i didn’t know.

Ok, enough about that. Let’s pursue some other topics. Like how I used the new cam to take a cool pic of me in black & post it on Friendster. Ha ha. Feels & look like Men In Black. or The Matrix. Ha Ha.

Ya, I know it’s vain. I just can’t help it.

Life’s Good. (I hope I didn’t sound like I’m promoting LG everytime I say this.)

Oats are for Goats.

4.30 pm. office. overtime. hungry.

OK, the title’s not what I want to say exactly. Just want to write it out cos it rhymes.

Oats are for cows, and horses. They shouldn’t make up all the bull shit thing saying that it is good for your digestion and feed it to human. At least not me.

I was so hungry. But all the thing left in my ‘food drawer’ is the 3-in-1 oat thingy. In fact, I had a whole 30 packets of them. which i shouldnt’t buy before figuring out whether I can eat oat or not.

I figured that out on the first packet. On one fine day, the day after I went shopping for the oat thingy, I had my oat breakfast. Turns out it’s so bad for me that my good body rejects it with all their might, making me vomit all of it, together with my lunch.

So now, I have oat-phobia.

Tell me, what’s worse than being a hungry oat-phobian who is left with 29 packets of oaty 3-in-1 drinks?

Being a horse I guess. But at least i can eat grass if I’m a horse & I’m hungry!

Oh, stupid oats!

An exciting encounter

6.00pm. PC Fair, KLCC. Buying a digital cam.

What a cute guy. Should’ve act as if I come to this booth for the first time and then get him to explain the function of the cam, and have the pleasure of looking at him without being too obvious on the staring part…which I really hope wasn’t obvious when I did it …
I’m helplessly female in the getting the cheapest deal in shopping context. Always having the ‘the-next-booth-will-have-a-much-better-deal’ type of thinking. But then it’s good that I’m like that, or else I’ll miss this wonderful encounter, ha ha.

Yeah, I regret it the minute I told him the other guy had explained the function to me earlier. Stupid me.

But then, being a fast thinker as I am, I did come up with several questions, which the answers I didn’t hear nor care.

I realised that when one focus intently on something with one of their sensory organ, all the others will cease to function. I was really lost in nowhere when he ask me on my credit card. I was like ‘humm?’, when he repeated that I need to give him my card. I hope I wasn’t caught in the act. Even if he realised I think he pretended he didn’t.
Anyway, I did get his number at the end.

I walked away with a new digi cam in hand, wishing earnestly I need to buy more. Ha ha.

Training…con’t

11.26 am. training room. office. ISO training after yhe 6 sigma training.

I’m soo not getting this. So hard to even focus. What with my sluggish and murkish brain…

My feet is half inside dreamland. My brain whole.

I have to write this to keep the rest of my body out.

Training…

10.26 am. training room. office. having the six sigma traning.

I’ll die of boredom. Or from extreme sleepiness. Or both.

Actually all they want to say is: do NO wrong.

As if I, or we; as human, is perfect.