2006 January archive at Rant & Raves

Archive for January, 2006

Jan

::: the construction :::

By Adrian 0 Comments

Categories: Complaints and General

During the weekend, the apartment management workers came to our apartment to do some work on the toilet because the people downstairs complained about leakage.

First of all, we do not use that secondary toilet at all. We reserve it for our pet, Fluffy, and put a pet toilet pad on the floor for him to use. Basically that toilet is a dry toilet. So I have no idea where the heck the leakage came from. Anyway, we let them do the construction work.

Today, I had to call them up and asked them when are they going to come to finish up the work (Sunday was basic hacking and laying down the new water-proofing cementitious) and they said they can only do it on Wednesday. Well, that’s totally unacceptable so I told them I want it to be done either today or tomorrow. The workers started to make noise and claimed that tomorrow is a holiday for them also, and they insisted on doing it on Wednesday.

I shouted at them that I got to work also on Wednesday, and do they expect me to take leave just to attend a stupid construction work? I got pissed off because I told them to do the secondary toilet also when they were doing the toilet in the master bedroom, and they said they got no time and couldn’t do it. After that, they are shifting the blame on me saying that I purposely delay them.

First of all, why the fuck they use a substandard cementitious to do the bathroom until everyone unit is complaining about leakage? This is not my fault and the management has to take up the full responsibilities. Furthermore, I was the one who initiated a lot of contacts with them to do it but they always told me that they would call me, and I never hear from them. Yet they are shifting the blames on me? That’s totally unacceptable and they got to be kidding me.

They are going to come at 2:30pm. I can’t wait for it. If they dare to make any stupid nonsense bitching, I am going to get them real good this time.

Jan

::: the big 30 :::

By Adrian 0 Comments

Categories: about me and life

Suddenly, out of no where, a very strange feeling strike me hard and clean. I had the feeling that I am moving on to another stage in life, and everything seems so different. It was a very surreal feeling and I am still trying to grasp it while I can.

Last time when people asked me about my age, I can tell them that I am only 20 plus plus plus plus. Now? I don’t have the luxury to use the word “20 plus plus plus” or “late twenties”. The answer will be a direct 30.

It is like I am moving towards another stage in life. It is like I am leaving the young me behind, and took off the shelf and move on to another level.

Unfortunately, I went to Victoria Station [website] and they don’t give anything to the the birthday boy! Damn, at least a stupid balloon will be good, but they don’t give nuts. After that, I went to Coffee Bean and again, its the same thing and I was really disappointed. I used to remember that when I was in the States, I went to Red Lobster, and Outback Steakhouse, they used to give me free meal (unfortunately my friends got to pay for their own meal). Here? Hell, they don’t even know what the fuck is Customer Service but then, I saw the kids got their balloons. Man, this is just so unfair…

Anyway, I am a very low-profile kind of people so not many people know about my birthday. For those who remember, thank you! For those who don’t (but do after reading this), thank you too!

Jan

::: impression :::

By Adrian 0 Comments

Categories: General

The other day I was so bored, I went to the Audi showroom to check out the Audi A4’s. After viewing the car and had the opportunity to test-drive the A4 2.0 FSI, I can safely conclude that I drooled a whole bucket and luckily I didn’t spoil the car seat, or else I will have to fork out RM 278,966 (that’s the one-the-road price).

Of course I was daydreaming about purchasing the car, and something strike me as odd. I realized that actually a car is telling a lot about a person, be it due to branding of the car company or whatsoever, but generally speaking, those luxury cars do tell a lot and a lot…

For example…

Mercedes-Benz represents success. It’s like after spending years and years working very hard, the businessman finally succeeded and made it big.

Audi represents distinguish. It’s not about success, but about a person thinking differently, very gentlemen kind of way.

Jaguar represents conservative but rich family. It looks like those people who are more conservative will like Jaguar more, and of course with strong family heritage kind of shit.

Volvo speaks for good employee. Somehow Volvo conveys the image of being a good employee in some big ass blue chip company, and made it big by climbing the corporate ladder, and awarded a Volvo as the company car. Another reason why companies like to give out Volvo is because it is the cheapest among all the big name car companies.

Now comes to Bavaria Motor Works, or BMW. BMW speaks for someone-else-is-rich. Example? A kid with rich father will drive a BMW 3 Series. Or rather, it is widely known as a Mistress Car. Normally the mistress will be awarded a BMW, while the wife will be awarded a Mercedes.

That’s about it.

NOTE: No, I am not going to buy the Audi. My ride is more distinguish than an Audi. I take bus.

Jan

::: another incident in the elevator :::

By Adrian 0 Comments

Categories: common sense and weird shit

It seems like the office building elevator is a place where all the weirdo and junkies are hanging out.

I just came back from the long holiday (that’s the New Year break for those who are intelligence-challenged) and when I reached my office building, I notice there were a lot of pepole queuing in front of an elevator.

Being a smart-ass, I waited on the other side for another ride, which no one else had noticed yet. I was hoping to catch that elevator myself so I don’t have to be sandwich by some 250 pounds gozilla and crocodile (don’t ask me why. I just had that impression when I saw them). When the elevator came, everyone rushed into it, and packed the elevator like that’s the last train that leaves the country.

I laughed quietly because the one I spotted was coming down rather quickly, and I just pretended that I wasn’t going up.

“Ding!” announced the arrival of the elevator, and I pumped my fist in the air because I got the elevator all by myself!

Then came two fuckers, just right before the door closed.

One was the O/L bitch I encountered before [read blog] and the other one is a skinny guy with a very bad hair. Well, the O/L bitch recognized me instantly, and I also noticed her bad hair and the fact that she was going to be late for work, again.

Well, the skinny guy pressed “5″ and while I pressed “16″, the O/L bitch again pressed “15″ and I was thinking, “Yay! Don’t fuck with me or else I will squeeze you to death!”

Unfortunately, I underestimated the skinny guy. He went into the elevator, and started combing his hair using his fingers in front of the mirrors (again, I don’t understand why those designers must put mirrors in a fucking elevator) and checked his teeth (looked like he just ate and wanted to make sure there’s nothing on his teeth) constantly. To my horror, he licked his fingers a bit and combed his fucking hair, right in front of me!

(Don’t ask me to go into the details about how his hair looks like. He tried to look good with long hair, like the Fuck Four** and with the saliva cum hair gel, he really tried to look good. But he tried only…)

“Ding!” He reached his destination. He looked again at the mirror to ensure that he looked exactly the way he wanted, which, for me, looked like a fuck-face, and walked out. Of course, the O/L bitch wasn’t happy because he spent 2 seconds too long looking at the mirror, so she pressed on the “Close” button continuously.

Due to the previous incident, and the fact that she recognized me (who won’t? I am such a good looking and distinguish young man) and she started to glare at me. I was fed-up with her, so I just leaned on the Floor Panel and “accidentally” pressed almost all the floor selector. If I am not mistaken, I actually selected level 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, and I missed out 14! Damn!

Her eyes almost wanted to pop up due the the glaring, and when the elevator stopped at each floor that I selected, I smiled with great satisfaction. It was better than orgasm.

Finally, when the elevator reached level 15, her destination, I again learned from her to press on the “Close” button continuously, and again, I pushed my middle finger up my nose bridge to adjust my glasses. Only then I realized I wasn’t wearing glasses but my contact lense.

Damn, it feels good to be an ass!