minimalist meets surrealism
it felt so surreal.
the night before, i was super pissed at the people who maintained the website cos they um, can't even maintain the site properly.
all i wanted was to register online, and go to sleep.
so i lodged a hateful complaint and thought of alternatives.
clearly, there're no alternatives since i had no idea when the site will be up and running again, and we need to register before the day is over.
left with no choice, we decided to go down to the office early in the morning and register personally.
so with dad (who was accomodating enough to start work late) in tow, we drove in morning traffic (we usually manage to avoid morning traffic cos i usually start school only at 10am) just to be there at the office before they open.
not knowing what to expect, and expecting the worst, i was in baju kurung and no makeup.
*gasp*
reached the door of the registry and there's already a queue.
and i didn't spot anyone else wearing baju kurung.
tsk.
doors opened at 8.35 (5 minutes late!) and i was still pissed from not being able to register online in the comfort of my own home and also the fact that i had to wake up early!
tsk.
we were no. 13 and we still had to register online (and i thought the site was down) on one of their 3 computers.
as i was still raging mad, i cursed under my breath for having to wait our turn on the computer.
i really think they should've bought more computers instead of getting that huge flatron hanging on the wall.
tsk.
oh wait, before i go on, for the record, we thought we could register then leave and come back for the interview another day as i've got school at 11am and people have to report to work y'know. the trip down wasn't planned, and staying on for the interview was even more unplanned. tapi kita kena tipu (dad included) and were hauled upstairs for the interview.
having heard horror stories, we were so not prepared (doa2 all haven't memorise).
die.
thank God, no doas were asked, and all went well.
we were out of the office in 5 minutes, down from that hill by 10am and i still had time for breakfast before i went for class.
alhamdulillah.
heehee.
and no, i'm not pissed anymore cos the IT personnel who maintained the website called me up to apologise later that day.
luv, nat
the night before, i was super pissed at the people who maintained the website cos they um, can't even maintain the site properly.
all i wanted was to register online, and go to sleep.
so i lodged a hateful complaint and thought of alternatives.
clearly, there're no alternatives since i had no idea when the site will be up and running again, and we need to register before the day is over.
left with no choice, we decided to go down to the office early in the morning and register personally.
so with dad (who was accomodating enough to start work late) in tow, we drove in morning traffic (we usually manage to avoid morning traffic cos i usually start school only at 10am) just to be there at the office before they open.
not knowing what to expect, and expecting the worst, i was in baju kurung and no makeup.
*gasp*
reached the door of the registry and there's already a queue.
and i didn't spot anyone else wearing baju kurung.
tsk.
doors opened at 8.35 (5 minutes late!) and i was still pissed from not being able to register online in the comfort of my own home and also the fact that i had to wake up early!
tsk.
we were no. 13 and we still had to register online (and i thought the site was down) on one of their 3 computers.
as i was still raging mad, i cursed under my breath for having to wait our turn on the computer.
i really think they should've bought more computers instead of getting that huge flatron hanging on the wall.
tsk.
oh wait, before i go on, for the record, we thought we could register then leave and come back for the interview another day as i've got school at 11am and people have to report to work y'know. the trip down wasn't planned, and staying on for the interview was even more unplanned. tapi kita kena tipu (dad included) and were hauled upstairs for the interview.
having heard horror stories, we were so not prepared (doa2 all haven't memorise).
die.
thank God, no doas were asked, and all went well.
we were out of the office in 5 minutes, down from that hill by 10am and i still had time for breakfast before i went for class.
alhamdulillah.
heehee.
and no, i'm not pissed anymore cos the IT personnel who maintained the website called me up to apologise later that day.
luv, nat
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