Ok. I didn't want a party but that seemed to open the flood gates of anti-luck on me.
10.00am
| Woke up. Got ready for work.
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10.15am
| Reached work (Didn't I tell you? Working from home today)
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06.00pm
| Finish work
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06.10pm
| Late for meeting with CatEYE to get Rechargable CR123a |
06.30pm
| Can you tell I'm frustrated?
Finally reached his block and was drenched.
Opened my pouch to find a shallow puddle of water inside. Everything was wet. The AA and AAA batteries for my "useless" bicycle light, the wallet, and the fucking handphone.
Broken Slipper of my heart... LMAO
I tried to get down my bike but my sliper slipped and it broke by the side strap save for 2 strands.
Tried for about 20 minutes to get my phone working but I could see it was shorting out, jamming, refusing to accept button inputs at times and finally, the lcd backlight simply went dark.
I believe if I had just switched it off immediately it would have worked fine. BUT. I needed to get in touch with CatEYE to get the rechargable CR123a batteries
Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
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06.45pm | That's when I gave up and sat in front of the lift, dripping from the rain for about 5 minutes.
I finally decided that I needed to get in touch with someone who could help me contact cateye to come down from his block.
So i went up to this man to ask to borrow his phone.
He looked flatly at me and "No."
I was shocked that these kind of people existed so I just mumbled back an "Okay".
Then this other dude came to the lift landing and he seemed to know that other selfish bastard and he wished that bastard Selamat Hari Raya.
So I tapped the new guy on the shoulder and asked if I could borrow his phone.
He said "Ok". I asked if he wanted to use my sim card cause I tot that the call was gonna be long. Not because CatEYE's number was inside. My numbers are all stored on the phone, not the Sim Card.
He said "No. It's ok". I now realised it was because he was afraid I might steal his data or something.
He didn't want to let me have the phone yet so he asked for my name and number first. Then he called my mom and said something to the tune of "Is this the mother of Shawn?".
Neh Neh Sia! My mom had heard this phrase many a times before. When I bust open a gash in my head in primary school. When I fell off my bike and knocked out my teeth etc
So when the dude finally let me talk on the phone, she sounded worried.
After assuring her I was ok and realising that my mom was also unable to help me locate CatEYE (Nokia Suite doesn't keep a user-friendly backup of one's contacts), I gave up and gave the phone to the gentleman who was oddly still wary of me and thanked him.
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07.10pm
| So I sat under the block for about the next 10 minutes just contemplating my luck and how bad things usually happen all at once to me and how it always happens after good thing(s) happen to me.
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~7.20pm
| That's when I finally remembered that CatEYE had PMed me his number and so I went out in search of a coin phone(also just realised I could have used a coin phone) to call my mum.
My mom told me to wait for God knows what and I ended having to call her again which was extremely frustrating(had already waited so long) but I finally got his number and called him immediately.
I explained the situation and managed to get the battery and charger from him. There, he showed me his new torchlights before I had to go.
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07.30pm
| Left for home with a slight drizzle still going on.
Dumped my now turned off phone(it magically turned back on when the battery was still in) in the bag CatEYE had gave me to keep my stuff dry.
Broken man
The "Pierre" in Pierre Cardin
| OMG! |
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Looks like I need to get some new footwear. I'm thinking about
this one. What do you guys think?
To quote from Erin in a
non-related article,
Sars: Dude.
Erin: Duuuude.
Sars: What. The. Fuck.
Erin: I. Don't. Know.
Sars: But…DUUUUUUUDE.
Erin: I know, dude. THE FUCK?
Sars: I…dude?
Erin: Dude. Just…dude.
Sars: See? Uh. I.
Erin: With the. In the. How the.
Sars: Dude?
Erin: Dude.
Sars: And, in case it hasn't been said enough: DUDE.
Erin: Totally.
Feng He dropped by later to drop off my present. Which was really sweet. *Lowers voice and coughs man-like.*
Freakin Huge (The Box)
A Model Replica of SP Rover's Campsite
Thanks mate! (but don copy my "Cheers" signature =D)
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