Oh, such a momentous occasion

In life, there will always be that momentous occasion where you look back and never forget.

It might be a wedding, it might be the death of a love one, it might be jumping off a bridge with a rubber band tied to your ankles...

Or it might be that you found out your name was put into CTOS.

...for RM12.

Yes, that's me. Such an occasion happened over the weekend to me. While applying for a new Digi line, because honestly, MAXIS coverage pretty much sucks for me already, I found out that I had been blacklisted by MAXIS. Since I hold a principal phone line with them, this of course baffled the hell out of me. After calling (and yelling) the Customer Service people at MAXIS and being pushed around more times than I would like, I found out that my blacklist came from an RM12 for a Broadband service I subscribed for back in early 2007.

1) It was supposed to be a 1 month trial thing. Absolutely free.
2) I couldn't get any 3G signal at my place anyway.

I had their modem for a grand total of 30 minutes, plus minus a few seconds.

The technician guy said that the account would have to cancel since no signal so it can't be helped. I think I signed off the work order sheet to that effect.

Two weeks later, I received a nice little bill with the amount RM12 owing. Shocked, I called Maxis and they assured me that it would be waived. And I happily (read: ignorantly) went on with life.

That is... until last weekend. Blacklisted?? What?

I found out the reason for this was the RM12 for Broadband. Okay, now this is totally confusing, I get blacklisted for RM12 for Broadband on MAXIS but I am a prompt payer of roughly RM200 monthly for their mobile phone post paid package. Obviously, the mouth is eating but not sure what the ass is passing out.

So I was told to go down to the MAXIS centre in KLCC (I was at PJ at the time) to 'ask' for this waiver. I had to 'ask' for something I never used to be waived. The customer service there was rather reluctant but after speaking to her supervisor said they will give me a 'goodwill waiver'.

I instantly corrected her that it is in no means 'goodwill'. I never used MAXIS' Broadband service to begin with. Apa goodwill waiver ni? Tipu siapa?

She smiled and said: Okay, we will waive for you and your name... (Wait for it.....).... WILL BE REMOVED FROM CTOS in a month's time.

I think the world sort of blanked out for me at that point.

For RM12, that was a promise waiver, without any follow up such as letter of demand sent by registered post or something. Thank goodness they couldn't make me a bankrupt for RM12, if not, I would a bankrupt without ever knowing it.

Guys, cancel your MAXIS lines before your name appear on CTOS for RM0.05.

Living... harder than death?

I heard something from Myop that I didn't want to hear... from anyone actually. His mom has been diagnosed with breast cancer.

I remember the time when my dad was diagnosed with brain cancer as well. The initial reality of the situation really won't hit you initially. You probably think, you can live with it, he'll get better. Being someone with absolutely no medical background, you don't really know the ramifications of someone having cancer. It was only later that I began to understand the terms of 'Stage 1, Stage 2' and so on. That's when reality starts to sink in.

You start to realise that this person who has been with you until now, your whole life, might just slip away from you. You don't want to believe it. Then the struggle of chemo and radio starts. You him physically fighting to live, no matter hard it is. You see his personality slowly morph before your eyes. You see him become this cranky, bad tempered bastard that you can't really reconcile to your doting father but you still love him.

At one point, you realise that he isn't going to live much longer and your brother failed to tell you that. Instead of enjoying whatever life he had perhaps doing something he has rarely done, like travelling, he was fighting a futile battle because of misinformation. You see him slowly decline to a vegetative state and deep down, you just want him to die because seeing him live is so painful. You feel guilty for wanting your beloved dad to die but you also know it is the best for him. In fact, you wish so hard that he would die...

I think I still hate myself for that.

I learned a lesson though, dying isn't all that hard, sometimes living, that's where it is hard.

Please tell me I am hallucinating

I would never expect me to have such an occurence happen to actually.

So this morning, it was around seven-ish. Too early for me to be awake yet. I wake at around 7.45am. I peeked my eyes open and heard someone using the common bathroom upstairs, just outside my room. I thought my sis in law was sure up early.

So the alarm rang and I plodded to the bathroom to do my stuff. My mom walked out of her room and asked rather incredulously:

You haven't finished bathing ar?

I blearily told her: No.

Then I finished dressing and so on and went to visit The Nephew. Mom and Sis were in with him. My brother was no where to be seen. I asked Sis: Eh, where's brother?

Sis: He's the bathroom taking a shower.

Me: Har? Didn't he bath early this morning already? (I asked that seeing sis looked like she just woke up)

Mom: Yalor! I heard the water running also. Someone was taking a shower at 7 something!! I thought Mmrr was taking a shower so early!

We proceed to ask the maid who said she was vacuuming downstairs... and there was this moment of silence where we looked at each other...

Am I hallucinating? Please tell me I am.

Hmm... right...

This was recently reported:

"I do not have any aspirations to become a minister as long as (his father-in-law) Abdullah is prime minister," he told reporters.

I am just wondering... while the FIL is PM, does the SIL need to be anything other than the SIL?

Just a thought.

Though the PM may not get tired of it, but I am

It's been a week and the Malaysian's 12th general election is still the talk of town... well the country.

An unprecedented event for sure. Instead of taking to the streets, we have taken the PM's advice when he challenged the us, the voters to show our protest in the ballot.

We did.

The ruling party lost so badly that it will go down in history. The ruling party lost their 2/3rd majority and 5 states for the first time in 50 years. Losing so bad that the PM's head spun... when he is not sleeping, of course.

Until today though, we, the people are still not sure why the PM insists the ruling party needs a 2/3rd majority to properly rule the country. We asked, they sidestepped the question. At least we know now that no constitution can be changed without the people knowing.

That's showing our protest in the ballot box.

That's for challenging us.

That's for thinking you are infallible.

That's for being so arrogant.

That's for sleeping on the job.

One more note, Mr PM: Hang the bloody racial card. We are not as ignorant as we were in 1969. There is something nifty called the 'Internet'.

Do us a favour and do what you do best: Sleep on the job.

Job hoppers anonymous

Hello everyone...

My name is Myrr, and I am a job hopper...

*insert smattering of applause*

Hello Myrr!!

Yes, I fully admit it, I am a job hopper. In a country where increments aren't enough for a month's supply of petrol, job hopping is the only way you can actually increase your salary. It is frowned upon where but I heard in other countries, it has become a way of life. But that's not the point I am trying to make here.

So I have this ex-colleague/friend. When I left that company two years ago, she was talking about looking for another job. I encouraged her, of course. The company didn't seem to be heading towards any direction worth talking about.

She stoutly said: "I prayed for it, and God has given me a revelation. I am to stay."

Look, don't get me wrong. I am not doubting God in anyway. But please, sometimes avoiding making a decision and claiming everything to be God's revelation is getting a tad old... not to mention irresponsible.

So late last year, which is around two years later, she realised that the situation there wasn't getting any better. In fact, due to certain pressures, things has gotten steadily worse. So she decides, be herself this time, to leave. She found a job, said she prayed for it and God has given her a sign. (Please note, I don't condone the blaming of God for every crap decision you make about your job and your life)

She left for this job. I called her one week later and she said she is looking for another job, and she wants to tender. I was shocked, to say the least. She said that the working environment is bad. I advised her to stay at least a month. That period of getting used to a new job is quite hard and it sure as hell takes more than a week.

So she quit.

She has been jobless and worrying about it for months. Then she suddenly got another job again. I called her yesterday, the second day. She said this: "Wrong choice again. Going to look for another job."

Uhm... hon, it's been one day. Things would still definitely be shaky after one day. I had advised her to give herself until the end of her probation period to decide. But she has already decided.

I fully admit to being a notorious job hopper but I stuck it out and tried to get use to the environment. One day is not trying to get used to the environment. While I understand it is easier for people to know what they don't like then to know what the like, this is getting a little too much.

I have come to a point where I have given up on her.

Slip of a tongue, or slip of a brain?

My boss just went on a business trip and she had our insurance agent come pick her up and send her to the airport. My boss asked me to come down to get the company stamp back. Apparently, the insurance agent needed the stamp on some form or something. I was standing there with her when the insurance agent (IA) exited the car.

IA: Waah, she so lucky, got such a good shaver to shave her around.

I guess I looked like an idiot, standing there with my mouth ajar. We as women have precious little to 'shave' and my mind got pretty dirty after that, seeing that the insurance agent was ALSO a woman.

Finally, my brain connected and I realised she meant chauffeur...

Yes, go figure.