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edit: yes yes i know wordpress for blackberry is way more awesome, tighter controls & settings, but i wanted to try this for yonks because the damn postie plugin wouldn’t work the first time round.
when JT told me never to get a credit card, i thought he underestimated my awesome willpower.
it was i who underestimated how evil the cards are. and no, i didn’t go on some monaco/dubai shopping spree, they are. just. fucking. evil.
so the first time i got into a little hot water was when i had that scuffle with the divider. going 60kmh on a sharp bend after a heavy rain was my own damned fault. which also threw me off my anal retentive payment schedule and turned me into a revolver.
in retrospect, my neurosis might have added to the whole mess. i tried paying off everything every month, which was probably beyond my means. and so i swiped for this small purchase, for petrol, for whatnot. lo behold, the next month i’d only cleared a few hundred ringgit.
luckily for me, when arachnid sent me to london in march, they also helped clear my debt. mr finance director plonked a cool 13K into my credit card so i could pay for room & board in chelsea. i did warn him that i suspected 2K would go to paying for my accident, but being the sugar daddy he is he merely shrugged it off.
arachnid balance transfer. how awesome.
anyhoo, i did make a call to HSBC’s call centre to see if they could credit me the 2K. half-heartedly, of course.
me: could you check and see if you can credit an amount in the original outstanding into my savings account.
HSBC asshole: let me check with my supervisor.
*twinkly call centre music*
HSBC asshole: yes, my supervisor said it’s possible.
me: could i get your supervisor’s name?
HSBC asshole: *nervous giggle* actually, he’s not my supervisor. hold on.
*twinkly call centre music*
me: WTF!
finally lodged a complaint. HA! take that shit, you idiot.
oh what other horrors lay in store? in april i bought my lovely white macbook with a 12-month instalment plan (do the breakdown yourself) and that was fine. i also splurged a little this month (crumpler, mayday DNA DVD!) which is not so fine but still ok. who knew that HSBC’s apparent payment hierarchy meant that whenever i paid out of the little window between Statement Date and Payment Due Date all my funds automatically went into paying for the mac. not my retail spend. EH HELLO WTF IS THIS SHIT? BANKING THROUGH INSTINCT ISIT? NO ONE TOLD ME ABOUT THIS YOU FUCKS. so the thousand four hundred ringgit i threw into my card this month? nothing. didn’t offset my expenditure a single sen. they happily carried it forward. because they’re bitches, and to bitches the word “instalment” means, “please please please fuck me. fuck me hard and make me cry.”
but hey, this lovely lappie is half mine already.
i’m working up a nice lather of cold sweat just thinking about it. i… i did my hair. and it’s not paid for yet. *throws up on shoes*
for illustration purposes only. never even touched this card.
so i cancelled my card. but not before redeeming a couple of vouchers from my points first. umm, yay?
ARGH. I’M IN DEBT AGAIN FUCKERS. FUCK YOU HSBC.
i’d like to announce to the world: the new loves of my life.
ashin. (chomelnya baby face with glasses.)
look he’s sleeping, like a cherub.
wtf. since when was i this attracted to any chinese guy??
you know it’s love, when you can overlook that the object of your affections is named… monster.
oh ye of dexterous fingers and perfectly ruffled hair.
oh, you’re so cool when you leap and bound across the stage with that serious expression on your face before you break into a sunshiney grin.
mmmm… yeah, rock that guitar.
had some fun with IOGraphica today. it catches mouse movements and makes “art”. heh.
here’s 10 minutes of surfing the consumerist + playing social city.
plants vs zombies zen garden!
an 11-minute plants vs zombies game (swimming pool level).
were you sharp enough to notice that my game isn’t fullscreen? :D
yes, i enjoyed the concert very much (and i know you’re judging me, but i care not.)
awesome set. awesome projections. great pyrotechnics. the full works. only the fucking sound was a bit off. still it was great. surprisingly haven’t lost my voice, but i think i may have stomped enough to lose my arch. flat feet are not sexay.
check out their robot. it moved, ok. it fucking moved.
ashin is so baby-faced cute.
monster. oh, i think i’m in love. <3
and that’s all, because i’m typical like that and i like only the cute members of the band.
these are all their own videos which i’m forcing down your throat since my videos totally sucked. jumping camera(wo)men take the most seizure-inducing vids.
she spends hours (and i mean hours) painstakingly making these damned flowers – petal by tiny petal – by hand. i asked whether they sold them at shops. she told me they were too uniform so she had to make them by hand to get them the shape/size she wants.
how can you not be proud of crafting like this?
So last night I hit the sack early around 1 in the morning and was already nodding off when the fucking landline started ringing. And ringing. And ringing. I got up surprisingly early the next day (for me) and the phone was just making a ruckus.
Seems that it’s been happening a while now. Whoever’d pick up would hear foreign babbling + lovely motorbike ambience. After going for Toyota’s City Survival and learning about enough killings and rapes and mutilations to last me three lifetimes, this royally freaked me out. Sure it could just be pranking; it could also be some syndicate staking out (what ma pitifully dubbed) the poorest house in the neighbourhood.
I was freaked enough to get in touch with someone I know at the MVFRA (justfuckinggoogleit.com) and we’ve talked to our community watch (aka protection agency) and my whole family, we’re all barricaded in our rooms as of this very minute.
Thanks, you scary fucks. *Leslie Cheung airchop*
how is it that religious conflict ultimately spells the demise of a relationship but the same-sex problem isn’t a problem at all?
just looking at some old photos (yes, i’m stalking myself) while waiting for my blackberry to update. or not. it’s a stubborn motherfucker like its owner.
