Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Lost Phone and number recovery


By now, most of you would be cursing me badly for not picking up calls, replying sms-es, or even for not sending CNY wishes. My apologies. Rest assured that I really do not mean to do that.

Thing is, I can do nothing about it. My phone's stolen, along with my purse. Yes, again. No, I don't intend to repeat the story about how I lost it. I'm still heart-brokened about it, to the extent of dreaming about recovering dear old ISIS. On the bright side, at least the thief has the decency to return me most of the stuff that's in my purse. Apparently, the thief loves my purse. The thief rather pull out all the cards from like 10 compartments, than just take cash and leave the purse alone. Hmm... stuff that the thief did keep for him/herself are my Touch'n'Go card, Nottingham currency (oh puhleez, like these have any value outside campus, what a moron!), and cash worth about Rm 30 (thank goodness I spent them all before losing it)

A police report has been made, and I'm making do with my sister's handphone for now. I have now regained possession of my original 019 number, and can be reached through it.

A light of precaution just for my fellow friends. Knowing how utterly upsetting losing a dear handphone is, take this advice.

I lost my phone in ADD-ON / Izzue boutique in One Utama, right opposite Burger King in the old wing. Then somehow, after several hours, my documents were recovered in a plastic bag (like the ones that they use to wrap brand new clothes) in the changing room. I stayed at the boutique for like an hour after I lost it, turning the boutique upside down. I know I searched everywhere. Why would something appear like that outta nowhere after several hours? Surely a thief would have vacated the premises after the crime? I have a good mind to suspect that it's the staff in that boutique who did it. In addition, it was not a professional thief. My phone was still ringing one week later while in the thief's possession. A professional thief would have gotten rid of my SIM card right away. My advice is to practice caution while frequenting this particular store. They may have dishonest staff, and is not equipped with CCTV. Remember the shop, practice caution! Don't let this happen to you.

Right now, I won't be getting a new phone soon. I'm still too emotionally attached to my ol' ISIS. The naive me is still banking of getting it back. Don't ask me how, don't ask me why. I just know that there's a way, and this means a little bit of hope. When there's a shimmer of hope, I'm not about to give up on ISIS. Wish me luck, in catching this criminal! Just because I wasn't careful enough doesn't give that thief a right to steal. We're both wrong, but I'm not about to let that thief prance away with rewards while I endure intense emotional sufferings.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Frenchmen aren't good at CPRs

Conclusion of the week: Never leave a Frenchman in reach of a dummy!

Normally, I would find lecturers turning up later than me, although technically, I was already several minutes late. What to do? Bed's too warm and comfy mah, hehe... One fine day, I expected myself to be several minutes earlier. But, there was a man, a HUGE man, standing in front of the lecture room already engrossed in his slides. I totally couldn't believe my eyes! Not only he was early, he was already teaching eventhough the class was merely half-filled!

I sat through the class, making full observation, and also full concentration, despite it still being the wee hours of the morning. Yes, 10 sumting is still a "wee hour". This, is Dr. Christophe Wiart, is French! Great, that explains alot! The strong sideburns, the Rrrrrrrs, the overly gentleman manner, the very weird accent (his pronounciation is beyond my comprehension), and the quirky attitude too, maybe?

Speaking of quirky...
He gets us into a fit of giggles everytime, seriously! At times, I wonder if he's disguised as a lecturer instead. I have never in my life seem such a playful educator. He's just like everyone of us, understanding our every intention and interest. You should have seen him in a recent lab session, when we learnt the CPR and Heimlich Maneuver. There he was, tossing the infant dummy around, slapping the adult dummy, joking bout the dummy's "amputated right leg". Even our guest speaker were puzzled about his behaviour. We didn't seem to be complaining one bit, well, maybe except for Duncan, he's been complaining about him eversince his first lecture. Gah, that made understanding his French accent even harder. Though he seems to be having fun in class, his teaching is, surprisingly good! He would go to great lengths to get his point across, diagrams, animations with sound effects (not the Flash type, he performs it, literally bringing facts to life, lol!). Maybe he did get carried away sometimes, by wasting no time explaining. And that cost us another extra lecture because he couldn't finish in time. Thankfully, with our extended understanding, we saved hours of reading in return. It all summed up pretty nicely in the end ya?

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Principal, the daughter of a weed!

This is a story about the Principal of SMKBUD2.

Once upon a time, (actually it's about 24 hours ago), a poor student (guess who?) seeked helped from a Principal. All she needed was several signatures to verify some documents that should be submitted for her PTPTN study loan application. She even brought along the original documents so that the Principal could see that she's not cheating. Moments after voicing out her humble request to a staff, the staff returned saying that the Principal simply will not oblige. (That daughter of a weed!) Infuriated and disappointed, the girl had no choice but to voice out her frustration elsewhere. A complaint letter has been submitted to the relevant authorities, and she wishes the mean Principal a not too happily ever after. The End.

Her defence:

Being rejected before I could see the principal or submit her documents is absolutely absurd!!! She rejected me dead flat, just like that. To think I was recommended to go see the Principal in the form itself, ugh. No, she wasn't in a meeting. No, she didn't have a guest at that time. And No, she had no real reason to say NO. However, she did spare some effort to come up with the lamest of excuses. She claims that she did not want to be cheat. What the fork. Hello, that's why I brought along the originals. She could at least look at them. Should she suspect any traces of fraud and is unwilling to sign, that would've been much more acceptable I say. It is strictly in her job description to deal with such situations, professionally. Furthermore, she is being paid by taxpayers TO WORK, not to decline work. A government servant, she is definitely not. Why? Because she doesn't serve the public, a government leecher sounds more like it. A Principal like this deserve none of the respect due for one of her position. Call her a representative from the education sector of the government if you like. She is not encouraging the study loan applications, I shall go on to assume that this government representative does nothing to encourage higher education either. It's either this, or we're paying for imbeciles who are much more concerned about securing their pretty little office with a shiny name plate, rather than doing the job itself. Who elected an officer of such low quality to hold such an important post in the first place? I've seen many Principals who live up to their standards and their paycheck in the past. Yes, I'm biased only against that single one who turned me down.

I don't just say I believe in my rights. I mean it and I do it. As a responsible citizen, I'm only doing my part. No offense, I had to get it out of my system anyway. It's ruining my appetite, and I've got Baskin Robbins to finish. Ahh~