tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286582032024-02-26T02:14:06.594-08:00St Gorgeous' blogDarceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.comBlogger622125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-36708592799797693092017-07-20T10:27:00.001-07:002017-07-20T10:27:50.107-07:00Little Blue BoxI had this small container in blue. It was gifted by a friend. It might not cost a lot (it's a Tupperware) but it's the sentimental value attached to it. I happened to used this small blue Tupperware and left it on the dining table. Then I went on a trip. Somehow, something has to happen. My dad happened to be admitted to the hospital while I was away. They happened to entrust the house keys to a neighbour. So the neighbour has access to the whole house, including the cars. Prior to the admission, the parents happened to open a large packet of dried mangoes and left it on the dining table. A couple of days later, they came home after being discharged. The large packet of dried mangoes that was opened shortly before the admission is almost finished. They only had a few slices. That packet was full when they left. And it was placed in a box, on the dining table. Okay, the thing is this. If you want something, ask permission for it. Not just take as you wish. Even though you are close. So never mind. No big deal. <div> One day, I was looking for an air tight container to use. I searched the cabinets but that small blue box is missing. Thinking that they might have used it for something else, I asked whether they saw the blue box. Everyone just assume that the box is in the cabinet. So mum went looking for it. Nagging that I didn't look thoroughly. Look she did, but the box was no where to be found. So she looked into other cabinets. Nope, nothing. We searched everywhere, even thinking that rats might have invaded the house and dragged the box away. The disappearance of the little blue box remains a mystery till today. We don't know what happened to it. It was on the dining table when I left. No one touched it. So we do not know what happened.</div><div><br></div><div> It is not about the value of the item that was taken. It is the integrity. The trust. No matter how badly you want something, you cannot just take it without permission. Taking things without permission is stealing. It might have been some dried mangoes and a box this time. Who knows what else it might be next time? Some other things might have gone missing but we might not be aware since we don't stock count items in the house. I'm not placing blames but this coincidence seems too strange. Unless the rats really fancy containers and happened to fall in love with the little blue box. Or ghosts might have taken it.</div>Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-24119030402633798622017-04-04T02:08:00.000-07:002017-04-04T02:08:28.893-07:00Scammer ThreatMoronic scammer still using the same old scam eventhough it is widely known they have been expossed by the media and are being hunted by the police. Perhaps the law is too lenient on them, which makes them so bold. They have now resorted to threats ala gangster style. "If you don't answer my calls or fall for my nonsense, I will threaten you and send shit to you. A little while ago, they started harassing again. When their calls got ignored, they level up by sending threatening messages. Stupid people never learn. Their current number is<br />
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Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-72164373748934990252017-02-07T23:34:00.001-08:002017-02-07T23:34:30.719-08:00City-Link (M) The Taichi MasterContinuation from the missing parcel saga. After rounds of calls and emails with Mail Box Etc, My case was directed towards City-Link Express the courier company that was in charge of the delivery. In the midst of enquiry regarding my missing parcel, someone emailed me with a bodyless email with an attachment which is the delivery slip containing our sender and receiver address as well as the "recipient". Which literally says they have delivered the parcel ( but to the wrong person) so they do not owe us anything. Then we called City-Link Express to inform them that we did not receive anything and that no one in this house is called Ching Angie. What we got in return was rude screams in response that the parcel has been delivered and it is no longer any of their business. So go fuck yourself if you didn't receive your parcel. So I followed up by replying their email from a girl called Sabrina ( the bodyless email ace) and asked her as a matter of factly to kindly point out to me which part of the name Ching Angie matches that of Lxx Lxx Lxx. To that which I receive no reply. However, they did call up and yell at us stating that they have delivered the invisible parcel. And threaten us that they will send the driver cum delivery man to identify the receiver. So we told them, send that driver over. Let us all please give City-Link Express a standing ovation for their impeccable customer service and setting a new threshold for shitty service cum rude customer service, and the birth of the new Taichi master. Till this minute City-Link Express has yet to reply my email with an explanation and apology for misplacing our parcel. Should I lodge a police report for this? Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-64614996234676880542017-02-07T20:16:00.001-08:002017-02-07T20:16:37.176-08:00Reply From Mail Box EtcSo Mail Box Etc replied. Here is the response.<br />
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Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-92050474485675784852017-02-07T09:35:00.001-08:002017-02-07T09:35:35.280-08:00Bad Experience With Mail Boxes EtcWe often hear complaints about missing parcels or items when sending them through normal mail. So to be safe, if you want to ensure that your items arrive in one piece and promptly, engage in courier service. Pay a little more and never have to worry. You can track your parcels and know of their whereabouts. Whole bunch of bullshit. One bad experience is suffice to wipeout the goodwill that take years to built. One week before Chinese New Year 2017, my relative sent a parcel to us. Mind you it was just domestic. However, this parcel never made it way to our door. Initially, we thought it was because it was due to the Chinese New Year festivities that the delivery time might be delayed. It was also partly cause the news reported that trucks and heavy vehicles weren't permitted to be on the highway. So we thought. Making excuses for the courier service because we trust them. That was so wrong of us. We waited and waited. Chinese New Year came and is almost coming to an end. Still there was no sign of the parcel. Yet, we came up with excuses for the belated arrival. Finally, almost a month has passed and there is still no sign of the ill fated parcel. I googled the courier company Mail Boxes Etc, and got hold of the contact number. We called the company's branch in Desaparkcity and enquired about our missing parcel. The personnel was confused with what we told him/her but looked it up anyway. That personnel then got back to us and told us that someone by the name of Sim Eng Lee, accepted the parcel. We told that personnel that we did not receive anything to date and there is no one by this name in the house. Fuming from the response, I emailed the company. Then a woman by the name of Sabrina sent an email with the mail slip of our missing parcel without any form of greeting, nor explanation or apology. It appears that she is trying to avoid taking responsibility over the mistake that was made by her company. When I took a look at the mailing slip, I flipped. The recipient that sign off for accepting the parcel was called Ching Angie and the IC number that was written by her was utter nonsense. It begins with 5 digits, followed by 50, followed by 5 digits in the end. Anyone who isn't an illegal immigrant in this country would no that there is no such IC number in Malaysia. Because of her rude email that was simply defensive and avoiding responsibility on their part by claiming that the parcel has been received ( by the wrongful recipient), I replied her email. I asked her to check the receiver's name that was written by the sender and to match that with the dishonest receiver's name. And to kindly enlighten me as to which part of Ching Angie matches the name Lxx Lxx Lxx. And I forwarded that email to her company as well. I asked them what's the point of us writing down our particulars when the delivery people don't even bother to look? And that if they couldn't find our address, they should have given us a call , as our phone numbers are stated on the mailing slip. If that fails, they should have returned the parcel to the sender. Not simply giving it to random dishonest people. I have yet to receive a reply with an acceptable explanation regarding this matter. As for that dishonest person by the name of Ching Angie ( which could probably be a nonsense name that was made up on the spot), shame on you for being dishonest and greedy and accepting things that do not belong to you in the first place. Your behaviour is that of a thief because you take things that do not belong to you, without permission. Even bigger shame on you if you happen to be a neighbour. Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-84589196560383857412017-02-06T03:40:00.000-08:002017-02-06T03:40:04.864-08:00Gong Xi Fatt Chai 2017Gong Xi Fatt Chai 2017.<br />
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Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-62258653406490226112017-01-01T09:44:00.001-08:002017-01-01T09:44:54.238-08:00Happy New Year 2017Happy New Year. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYeCtW0vbLEjNPtA8E4vzxxktLBj_t9b1h24Fow-GSoCOdU1ERkC-yJeYMsCfSeHKGZ6sY2cR9Rr-X_88vbH5cFi_pXZ2iO1Okn2cuxKnlZ_69M6WUUejCGwJcEY55e1730T4/s640/blogger-image--1450950947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYeCtW0vbLEjNPtA8E4vzxxktLBj_t9b1h24Fow-GSoCOdU1ERkC-yJeYMsCfSeHKGZ6sY2cR9Rr-X_88vbH5cFi_pXZ2iO1Okn2cuxKnlZ_69M6WUUejCGwJcEY55e1730T4/s640/blogger-image--1450950947.jpg"></a></div>Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-31931131764907115572016-12-28T05:22:00.000-08:002016-12-28T05:22:00.083-08:00Customer "Service"Read from a famous blogger regarding her blood boiling experience with horrible customer service. All of us have experienced it. Most of the time we just brush it off. Well, it doesn't make any difference whether we rage over it or complain to the manager. It never changes and nothing will be done to improve it. Just want to jot down some experiences that I have....for....research purposes (Pfffttt...).<br />
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So the internet suddenly stop functioning one day, not so long ago. Okay. It was last month to be exact. I called the service provider because well, no one wants to do it so I was forced to. I seriously hate calling all these customer service hotlines. Firstly, calling those stupid customer service number itself is already a pain in the neck. Don't get what I mean? Let me elaborate.<br />
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Voice recording : Welcome to XXXXXX. For English press 1. For Bahasa press 2. For Chinese press 3. Pause. For Enquiries press 1. For Bills & Whatever Not press 2. For complaints press 3. To talk to our customer service personnel press #*!!!%&*.<br />
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So anyway, back to my story. I called the service provider hotline and after slaying dragons and fighting world war 999 I got through.<br />
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TM: Good afternoon. I'm (whispering voice).<br />
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Me: Hello. My internet isn't working since last night.<br />
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TM: May I have your name....What?....G...no...E...no...ok....IC....phone number.......<b>What is your relationship with this person?</b><br />
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Me: (Baffled by that dumb question) I'm the relative.<br />
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Seriously, does it matter what my relationship with the person is? Is it important? Is there like a ranking for service provided based on relationship status?<br />
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Dato/Datin -respond time - immediate<br />
Spouse - respond time 2-3 days,<br />
Mistress - respond time 5-6 days.<br />
2nd mistress - respond time 7-8 days<br />
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I was tempted to say mistress but held back my sarcasm. I know they are just doing their job of asking dumb and totally redundant questions set by the not very bright superiors. They are just filling up the ticket of our complaints and there isn't much that they can do. But seriously! Questions like what is your relationship status with this person? What a smart and informative question. Like knowing the relationship status immediately resolves the problem on hand. The person that set this question must really have a complicated childhood or a messed up relationship (namely cheating partners) or a really fucked up family.<br />
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TM: Ok miss. have you tried switching off and on the router?<br />
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Me: Yes. Multiple times.<br />
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TM: Have you tried removing the line from the splitter?<br />
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Me: Yes. Still not working.<br />
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After some donkey years of Q & As.<br />
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TM: Ok miss. We will send our service people over. If they come and check and find that the equipment is damaged by your side the cost will be borne by you. If they come and find that the fault is ours then there will be no charge.<br />
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ME: ok.<br />
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TM: Ok miss. After this call you will receive a sms which you will rate your experice with this call with 7 and above as good.<br />
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Me: ok<br />
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It was actually really smart of him to say 7 and above. Cause if he were to say 5 and above callers would have rank them starting from 5 and they would receive a low ranking of customer satisfaction.<br />
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Well, after that call, nothing happened. No one showed up. Neither did they come the following day. Internet still not working. So had no choice but to call the dreaded hotline again.<br />
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Anyway, the day after the call, I saw a van from TM parked outside the neighbour's house. So I asked the person if they are from TM (asking a question which I already have the answer to... deliberately). The guy said yes. So I told him I called their hotline and they said they would dispatch their men but no action was taken. No one showed up to "check". So that guy came in to have a "look". Literally that's all that he did. He quickly said "Oh, ini Streamyx. Saya tak tahu. Kalau Unifi saya boleh tolong. Tukarlah ke Unifi" (Translation: Oh, this is Streamyx. I don't know about it. If it is Unify, then I can help. Change to Unifi).<br />
<br />Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-41920791607224706162016-12-25T04:43:00.001-08:002016-12-25T04:43:00.937-08:00ChristmasMerry christmas blog.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oAgmySYv4u1ijM881DNOgmazcwlavhi2u21kZWA5GtcGPc23F91_ybyGUxwB5atbqFwqm5MHIRJ2MA-o3ZZZ8lUFIoonbCTb8VxQtS-g3b8u_37M3rXIJ1xnRwe3VNYPvgZ4/s640/blogger-image-1068706046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oAgmySYv4u1ijM881DNOgmazcwlavhi2u21kZWA5GtcGPc23F91_ybyGUxwB5atbqFwqm5MHIRJ2MA-o3ZZZ8lUFIoonbCTb8VxQtS-g3b8u_37M3rXIJ1xnRwe3VNYPvgZ4/s640/blogger-image-1068706046.jpg"></a></div>Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-31033608572264270442016-11-15T02:55:00.001-08:002016-11-15T04:12:25.677-08:00Super Moon<div><br></div>The news reported that there would be a super moon last night (14 November) at around 9.50 pm. Hence, I went moon hunting last night as it was said to only take place every god knows how many years or decades. Sadly, there was no moon in sight. All I saw was black sky. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOszaI5Z-VpsaO0J4PwgI_veAIqfjrN-Qm7sd5MVM3bfjMgdw-HQYttCpyQhH5T96Rn20KOXkCnXJ-28jnTPv6xTcPEivnInS44TM4IW5RnfHdHAxUJtAV4m0SuWJtxZ8Kg4H/s640/blogger-image-235810142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOszaI5Z-VpsaO0J4PwgI_veAIqfjrN-Qm7sd5MVM3bfjMgdw-HQYttCpyQhH5T96Rn20KOXkCnXJ-28jnTPv6xTcPEivnInS44TM4IW5RnfHdHAxUJtAV4m0SuWJtxZ8Kg4H/s640/blogger-image-235810142.jpg"></a>Expectation</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPPdHLWykzCUZ5yKchyphenhyphenrl61QoOpi3IMeYnljZn_jAKCMt_GvxX4S7RhMQwGNv33QgUoZatEhq7WC2SyMR1e0W_aV8ntJUM0i8iDP0HkmLvGYT6x5vOoH7l0ucNaBXPwrPoEUH/s640/blogger-image-771113179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMPPdHLWykzCUZ5yKchyphenhyphenrl61QoOpi3IMeYnljZn_jAKCMt_GvxX4S7RhMQwGNv33QgUoZatEhq7WC2SyMR1e0W_aV8ntJUM0i8iDP0HkmLvGYT6x5vOoH7l0ucNaBXPwrPoEUH/s640/blogger-image-771113179.jpg"></a> Reality</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwWlSeidwiQL4weqeT0BOYnwLSOF71n9qDNyYSd2q8skwxd6uUCGt-I6ec-mQbTgnv1mU0oS6XXU7NnFDL8SzMGcqU1Q1W3YTVk4IXj4MtESYXvbWCXIAx3T4z9x-aKbMMHbW/s640/blogger-image--2034883642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwWlSeidwiQL4weqeT0BOYnwLSOF71n9qDNyYSd2q8skwxd6uUCGt-I6ec-mQbTgnv1mU0oS6XXU7NnFDL8SzMGcqU1Q1W3YTVk4IXj4MtESYXvbWCXIAx3T4z9x-aKbMMHbW/s640/blogger-image--2034883642.jpg"></a></div>Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-38993828742661647862016-11-10T23:04:00.001-08:002016-11-10T23:04:16.372-08:00Accountant's Day10 November<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-TQ8xk-Nm1seTae1GhvfHfJQCXo0xtvILlc51QrahobXjl2tow0fYP4rBsAHyhzbbbQ81mcumK1zFBTOzUv7iLCzUE4yavOUK0iUG3ulQkmpQKyIMeUswAZdzsASVax2aCdd/s640/blogger-image--2086432670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-TQ8xk-Nm1seTae1GhvfHfJQCXo0xtvILlc51QrahobXjl2tow0fYP4rBsAHyhzbbbQ81mcumK1zFBTOzUv7iLCzUE4yavOUK0iUG3ulQkmpQKyIMeUswAZdzsASVax2aCdd/s640/blogger-image--2086432670.jpg"></a></div>Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-57865485410534388702016-10-12T05:42:00.001-07:002016-10-25T03:25:25.589-07:00Extreme Ear PainI had extreme ear pain on my recent flight. Never experienced such terrible pain in the ear before. My ears felt like they were being cut by knives on the inside. Accidental swallowing of saliva was pure hell. It was so painful that even chewing gum couldn't relief it. I pressed hard while covering my ears but to no avail. The pain is unexplainable. I wished the plane would land sooner but nope, didn't happen. I had to bear with the pain, an hour prior to landing. I pressed my ears shut and remain in that position for close to an hour till my hands cramped. Even after landing I couldn't hear a thing. The ear pain later developed into a headache. Bending down and sitting also cause migraine like headache. Usually my ears would be blocked for a short while and I will be fine after setting foot on ground. This time though was the first time I have such terrible pain in the ears. On top of that, I couldn't hear a thing after landing.Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-39624630895520984332016-09-20T05:41:00.001-07:002016-09-20T05:41:26.805-07:00September 19Happy Birthday Joong Ki <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtVKC2GqxFWOEMRVIKr_m8KBVROJXSsbYRvNQcmB1i_VMzMjWTLeCJ2EuSHjv7JXelVYUKx3rzx4iqDGcQSbJwMRD_pnnyXKdK91zCGL5V17dC4D8SJY61cffdFTnJxDSx3CA/s640/blogger-image-101254721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtVKC2GqxFWOEMRVIKr_m8KBVROJXSsbYRvNQcmB1i_VMzMjWTLeCJ2EuSHjv7JXelVYUKx3rzx4iqDGcQSbJwMRD_pnnyXKdK91zCGL5V17dC4D8SJY61cffdFTnJxDSx3CA/s640/blogger-image-101254721.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU7wqd17cXlwK92Z_Tmkqo3phuTtrKGFr21xVQByRUgvaTr_H6fxgYLtIV1vIJ44Z1VT_QnTPKAj0TEyaarl9jr__zLwUxUrRg9kU8y-dzet9UM2Zv0hko1_ITK6TdWtIrJ4m_/s640/blogger-image-166163908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU7wqd17cXlwK92Z_Tmkqo3phuTtrKGFr21xVQByRUgvaTr_H6fxgYLtIV1vIJ44Z1VT_QnTPKAj0TEyaarl9jr__zLwUxUrRg9kU8y-dzet9UM2Zv0hko1_ITK6TdWtIrJ4m_/s640/blogger-image-166163908.jpg"></a></div>Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-33579603727294775662016-09-04T20:12:00.001-07:002016-09-04T20:12:41.608-07:00TallI was at the supermarket picking up some groceries. I was grabbing some items from a higher deck of the shelf when a voice said something to me. There were three vertically challenged "I" ladies in that aisle. One of them just call out to me like I'm the labourer of that supermarket. She was like " hey, ambil itu ( meaning " hey, take that"). It wasn't such a big deal helping her take that item from the higher shelf but it was the way that she asked that irked me. She could have said it in a polite manner like, " excuse me, could you please help me get that bottle from the higher shelf?" Anyway, I just helped her because I'm nice. Not because I'm obligated or compelled to. There was another lady in that same aisle at that time and happened to hear her command. She looked at the "I" lady because she thought it was a confrontation as it sounded very rude. The "I" lady just justified her actions by saying " dia tinggi" ( meaning "she's tall"). Implying that I'm tall. Well short, obnoxious dwarves, just because someone is tall doesn't imply that they are compelled to heed your command. She didn't even thank me after I helped her get that item. Where are your manners? Did you leave them in your homeland? Or are they yet to be discovered by scientists? Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-69460019860380258702016-08-27T03:36:00.000-07:002016-08-28T08:42:08.989-07:00Wisdom Tooth ExtractionMajor announcement. After over a month of pain and suffering, I'm glad to announce that I got rid of the rascal. Hip hip hooray! I've been suffering from severe pain on my face and skull because of the rascal that grew in the wrong direction. The root was so long that it was very near the nerve and was possible touching the nerve (as per the dentist's explanation), which is why I felt pain. So after over a month of taking painkillers and antibiotics, the swelling sort of subsided. Due to my fear of the surgery and the effects that follow, I decided after massive research and oceans of advice, to get it done at the hospital.<br>
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Finding a good dentist was the next problem. I wonder how people in this forsaken land deal with teething (dental) issues? Or do they not have any? So I asked around and did a lot of lookup online and found some reviews that said that the doctor at Adventist Hospital is good. So I muster up my courage to go to the dentist for the surgery the minute the swelling subsided. I admit I'm a wuss when it comes to dentist. I am scared of the whirring sound that the equipment make. I'm scared of being lowered backwards on the chair (don't ask me why. I'm just scared. I'm scared of rocking chairs too). I'm scared of the pain that follows the drilling and whatever procedure that they do to the teeth. I suppose my teeth are just extremely sensitive and it hurts like crazy when the dentist are rough and unprofessional. It could also be a phobia that was developed since small due to horrible experience with lousy dentists.<br>
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I made an appointment and headed to the hospital. The hospital is seriously messy. Not to mention parking is horrendous. I circled the area four times and finally found a spot outside the hospital grounds and had to walk quite a distance to get to the hospital. The receptionist at the dental department were seriously inefficient. They took donkey years just to register. Like how hard is it to type as per the form that patients were make to fill up? It's not like they have to come up with programming language to key in names. That took over half an hour.<br>
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When it was my turn, I walked into the dentist's room. The dentist was still talking to the nurse about some other patient's file when I walked in. He briefly greeted me and carried on with his conversation. The room was tiny and there wasn't much room to move about. There was a big door that is quite a nuisance cause when I was standing there waiting for the dentist to entertain me, a woman presumably a nurse from the hospital from an earlier case dashed in. She didn't knock on the door or anything but just pushed open the door. As I was standing there I had no choice but to move further towards the end of the room because she decided to just barge in. After seeing me standing like a lost child in a crowd in front of him, he turned his conversation to me. He asked me some questions. I told him about my severe chest pain as a result of taking the medication prescribed by another dentist. He asked to see the medicine and was rather perplexed as to why I had such symptoms after taking them.<br>
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After some talking, he asked me to get on the the dentist chair. Gulp. He took a look at my tooth and then the nurses started bringing out a box wrapped in green paper, and placed it on the chair rest (table? whatever that thing is called). The part where the dental tools are. He asked me " So do you want to get it done today? Before I could answer, he added, "Since you are here, might as well get it done. I don't want to do halfway. I want to go all the way". I just sat on the chair and obeyed and let them do whatever they have to. The nurses started to drape my chest with a piece of tissue. The dentist told me to open my mouth and he took up a small bottle and sprayed into my mouth. He explained that it will sting a little. Immediately, I felt my gums and tongue sting and it got really bitter. that was only on one side. He propped the chair upright and started talking about the earlier case to the nurse. After a while he asked if I felt numb. I said yes. He asked something which I can't remember but I asked if I can rinse. He said after the jab. He then lowered the chair again, he picked up a metal syringe and injected my gum. He explain that it might hurt a little while injecting. I felt a little sting on the first jab but not the subsequent ones. After that he propped the chair up again and said I could gargle. After a few minutes he asked if I felt numb. I told him just a little bit. He touched my lip and ask do I feel it. I told him yes. He touched the other side of the lip which wasn't injected and then touched the side that was injected and ask whether i can tell the difference. I said I can still feel and it is not numb. He told the nurse to get another dose of anesthetic. He lowered the chair again and injected the gum again.<br>
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After about five minutes or so, he started the surgery. Panic. He opened the green wrapper and took out the tools from the metal case. The clanging sound of the equipment make me panic but I tried to remain calm. Kept telling myself not to be a wuss. Just close your eyes. He the placed this rectangular piece of plastic on the other side of my mouth and told me to bite on it. I did and told but i find it hard to breathe so I told him I can't breathe. To which he replied, "Your nose so big you can't breathe? This is just psychology". He removed the plastic piece from my mouth and proceeded with the extraction. I could feel him tugging hard a few times with some metal tool. Then I heard whirring sound. He said he is going to cut my tooth. Panic. I heard whirring and sound of cutting. I felt the pressure but didn't dare move a cell. I clench my eyes shut. Then I heard suction sound, whirring, tugging and some fluid got into my throat so I said to him "water in my throat". He told me to spit it out and gargle. When I did as told I saw some blood. The nurse quickly told me to wipe with the tissue. She saw some blood on my face and wiped it for me. Luckily there was no mirror around. Otherwise I would have had a panic attack. When I lie back down, the nurse console me by saying "Just relax". Then the dentist said " Just swallow". He seemed a little annoyed. He continued tugging and digging. All the while I heard was the tugging, digging, sawing and suction. I dare not open my eyes. At some point, I did feel something. I was possibly pain but I couldn't quite tell. I was mentally telling myself that it will be over soon, just bear with it and don't be a coward.<br>
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After a while I felt something brushing against the side of my lip. I brushed several times. Then I felt and heard something hit my upper tooth. The dentist continued whatever he was doing, which I wouldn't know and would never know since I closed my eyes the entire time. The he stuffed something into the now "vacant" area and told me to bite hard. I finally felt some pain. He then propped the chair up. And it was out. He didn't show me the extracted tooth. I saw him throw stuff into the dustbin. I presume it was my tooth or should I say fragments of my tooth since it was sawed into pieces in order to be extracted. I never got to see the rascal that was nestled in my gum for so long. We didn't get to say hello nor goodbye. A part of me was just thrown into the dustbin. All that was done in under 30 minutes. He then told me that he would prescribe me some painkillers and antibiotics to prevent infection. I asked him what time should I start taking the the medicine. He said not so soon since I have extra jab of numbness. He said after about two hours and another before I go to bed. With that I thanked him and head to the payment counter.<br>
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The whole extraction took less than 30 minutes. The wait for the payment and medicine though took almost an hour. By the time I got home, it was time to take the medicine. So I took the medicine, Shortly after, I felt pain on my gum. The pain got serious. Screw those who say that I doesn't hurt a bit. It hurt like hell. I had to keep using Ice pack and kept spitting out pools of blood. It was torture. I couldn't swallow as the motion of swallowing affect the wound. I went to the dentist with a half empty stomach because I couldn't eat. I ended up not eating anything after the extraction because it was so painful. I even teared. The remainder of the evening was spent spitting out pools of blood and sticky saliva and changing gauze. I even swallowed medicine while biting onto the gauze. It's fortunate I didn't choke. I could hardly sleep the entire night due to the pain as well as the drool. Each time I lie down, I would drool pools of bloody saliva. I used up all the face towels to soak up the bloodied drool and had to resort to using bath towels, as there weren't any face towels left. The following day was the same cycle.<br>
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After four days, I still couldn't chew properly and am still in pain. I took my medication and did everything diligently but don't know why it still hurts like a bitch.I haven't been able to eat before the extraction due to the extreme toothache. Yet after the the extraction, I still couldn't eat. I have not had a solid meal for over a month. How much longer must I suffer? Not only am I suffering from the pain and being unable to eat, I'm also a thousand $$$ poorer because of this tooth extraction.<br>
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At times like this, insurance is of absolutely no help as dental is not covered. Wonder why we bother getting insurance?<br>
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<br>Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-62147638413644658252016-08-16T05:21:00.001-07:002016-08-16T05:21:24.963-07:00Fright Night16 August. It was a long and frightening night. I couldn't sleep a wink. I thought i was going to die. My heartbeat was irregular the whole night. When I tried to sleep, I couldn't breathe. My body was vibrating beyond my control. I was shivering . The entire night was spent getting up because I couldn't breathe as the heart was beating at an irregular rhythm , standing on front of the toilet bowl trying to vomit, and purging. The whole cycle was repeated throughout the night. Each time I lie down I would experience difficulty breathing . Then my mouth would become extremely dry and I will drink some water. Then after I feel the urge to vomit or poop. And the whole thing repeats. Seriously cursed. I don't know for sure what is wrong but I guess it's because of the stupid toothache that I have been taking antibiotics and pain killers for about a month. Asshole toothache. It could also be due to the prescription that the dentist gave me for the toothache. After taking the dentist's prescription , my chest hurts so badly that I have difficulty swallowing. Each time I swallow, it feels like rocks are forcing their way through the skin. Even swallowing water is unbearable. I contacted the dental clinic when I started having chest pain but they didn't reply till two days later. Which things have already aggravated as I was told to finish the prescription. Then since their reply yesterday , they have been pestering me when I'm going for my dental procedure. So I ask can the dentist extract the tooth while I'm in pain. The reply was no. Yet they want me to go in for other procedures like scaling. How do they expect me to keep my mouth wide open when I can't breathe and am in pain? Only care about making money. Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-67737315260583402352016-08-12T04:20:00.001-07:002016-08-15T05:29:32.189-07:00Teething WoesI hate to admit this but I have a phobia towards dentist. This has been a built on problem since small. It all happened during primary school. I attended the government school just like any child. Unlike students these days that have the privilege of attending fancy international or private schools. There was a room in my primary school that was used as a dental clinic for practicing dentists and nurses. There was also a room that was used for dialysis for outsiders which was situated next to the dental clinic. The students in my school were like guinea pigs to the dentists that came. These dentists and nurses would come to our classrooms with those green dental cards and call out our names. Once your name is called, you would have to go to the dental room to have dental procedures performed on, namely drilling and filling, extraction. I remember clearly my mother stated specifically on the consent form that I shall not receive any form of dental procedures from the practicing dentists. But I still get picked on. When I was in standard one, and didn't know better I just sat still on the dentist chair and let them practice on. I dare not even cry over the pain. So as I got on to higher level, and was more aware of things, I noticed something amiss on my so called dental card. There was a column that was the parental consent and my card was obviously tampered. By tempered meaning, initially it was underlined not allowed but that "not allowed" part of the consent was cancelled out by pen and underlined allowed. My parents never allowed that. Come to think of it, the consent was probably tampered by a teacher, since there was a sensitive nationality lady teacher that hates me for no apparent reason. All because of a lie that was told by her favourite student when we were in standard3. She has not stop picking on me ever since that incident. Psychopathic bitch. So when I was called to the dentist, I told the nurse that my parents did not give their consent for any dental procedures to be performed on me during school. The nurse then scolded me badly. She even threatened me to bring my a formal letter from my parents to state that I shall not be touched as they are doing a good deed by giving free dental procedures. Free your ass. You destroyed my perfectly fine teeth by drilling holes on it to practise so that you can pass your clinical hours. So I told her fine. I will bring it. She added, you go fix your teeth and come back and show me or I will call you out again and fix it. So stupidly I did as her threat. Thinking back, that was really stupid. Should have just complained to the government. Sigh the time when computer was not widely used in our land. I returned to her with a letter from my parents stating that I refuse any form of dental procedures from them and handed it to her. Thinking that this is the end. How stupid. It is not. The letter was probably discarded and I was victimised throughout my primary school life. Each time I go to the dental room, I will repeat the my parents do not consent phrase. How brazen of me. Once I was called in to the dental room and there was this fat lady nurse/dentist wannabe on duty. So I went on the chair for the routine. She was rude and rough. She disregarded my no dental procedure phrase and forced herself on me. She was so bad at her drilling that it hurt like hell. I was crying and pleading for her to stop. She got angry and shouted at me "buka" telling me to keep my mouth opened so that she could drill. The other nurse, and older Chinese lady tried to calm me down and started to intercept from afar telling me that it will be over soon. The fat sensitive nationality, unqualified nurse/dentist wannabe kept drilling and I was struggling in pain. I think she hit the nerves or gums or something and I bled. Only then she stopped and told me to gargle. I can't remember if she was the one who continued with the filling or the other nurse. From then on, I have a phobia of going to the dentist. I fear hearing the sound of the drilling equipment. Simply just fear the term dental. Recently, I have a very bad toothache. It got from bad to worse and became unbearable. I had to take medication to help suppress the pain but to no avail. It hurts till my face, ears and skull hurts. I called up the dental clinic to schedule an appointment and the nurse said that nothing can be done unless the pain subsides and told me to continue taking medication till the swelling subsides. So when the swelling lessen after over two weeks, I immediately went to the dentist. The first thing the dentist said to me when she saw me was " has your face always been lopsided (meaning bigger on one side). I was stunned. My auto response was "I don't know". To which the dentist replied " how can you not know? You look at yourself everyday". Well I don't self admire daily at the mirror, so I don't know. Or perhaps I'm used to seeing my face that I don't notice that it is lopsided. The nurse handed her a big mirror and she held the mirror to my face and ask me to see whether I look like that daily. I asked her " is my face swollen?" The dentist replied "it looks swollen to me" . She proceeded to sit on her chair and told me to lie down to be examined. She then told me to go for an X-ray. All the nurses were chuckling at me. I must have been really amusing to them. The dentist then asked " are you pregnant?" I told her "no, I'm not married" . She found it funny and said " it's a standard question I ask everyone, including children. Then I was ushered into the X-ray room. The nurses from the dentist room came with me to the X-ray room. They were still chuckling at me. One of the nurse then asked if I'm wearing earrings and if I am to kindly remove them. So I removed my earrings and place them in my bag. Then she held out a black vest to be worn and said that it's a little heavy and strapped it on me. It was indeed heavy. She told me to stand in front of the X-ray machine and proceeded to place a small zip lock bag on a small plastic stick on the machine. She instructed me to place my face on the chin rest and proceeded to adjust the height. She then told me to bite on that piece of plastic that she "wrapped" earlier and align my face with the red laser lines in front of me. I bit on the plastic and began to feel pain on my aching side. Because of the terrible toothache, I couldn't even close my mouth hard or slightly harder because it will hurt badly. The other nurse start the machine and the side headrests stated clamming in to hold my face in position. The machine started giving out instructions : close your eyes, the X-ray will take place now. After a while the machine instructed me to open my eyes and that was done. I was ushered back to the dentist room an my X-ray image was already displayed on the monitor in there. The dentist was already looking at it and she explained to me my situation. I saw my once upon a time gloriously beautiful teeth on the monitor. My teeth has always been the envy of others in school since the were always perfectly straight and I never had braces. Which come to think of I should have had braces to safe me this agony now. There I saw the pain in the jaw. The prick. Lying perfectly flat on my jaw, the stupid don't know how to grow wisdom tooth. It should be call anal tooth since it is stupid good for nothing and only cause pain and agony. The dentist said that my wisdom tooth root is touching the nerve, which is why I feel pain. She can't be for certain whether it is touching or very near the nerve because the X-ray does not show. So definitely surgery is required to remove this tooth. She said she will give general anesthesia to remove the tooth and then will assess whether the tooth have cause further problems to the tooth in front. Hearing the word surgery made my phobia resurface. I have never had any surgery in my life. And to have surgery when I'm fully aware of it drove my phobia to a higher level. I might end up with a panic attack during the surgery and cause problem for the ongoing procedure. The dentist my have noticed my face colour changed and suggested that I think it over and prepare myself and come when I'm ready. Because the pain had been unbearable, I wanted for it to be done there and then but my gums was still swollen so the dentist was adamant to perform the surgery for fear that the surgery will cause further inflammation and complication and extreme pain. So she suggest that I go back no take her prescribed medication until my swelling subside and reschedule the procedure to another day. The bill came to close to 200 for just the X-ray and medication. I don't know how much the procedure will be and the dentist say that there will be possible crowning if the front tooth is badly damaged. And that was just for one wisdoms tooth. I have three. One still hidden in the gum. Fml. Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-27915579870965426632016-08-09T15:18:00.001-07:002016-08-09T15:18:05.449-07:00NationalityI was in a shop browsing when this person said something out loud. I looked up to see if that voice was talking to me. Indeed it was. A middle aged uncle started repeating what was spoken earlier. I thought that I couldn't understand because I wasn't paying attention as I wasn't aware that he was talking to me. I listened carefully to what he was saying. But I couldn't understand a word that he was saying. He looked at me and repeated what he said earlier again. For the third time. I stared cluelessly at him. He finally realised I don't understand what he was saying, and quickly walked away. Right after he passed to my other side, he spoke to me again. This time in English. He asked, " You are local?". I replied, "yes". He immediately added, " You are not from Indonesia?". I said, "No". And walked away. I was browsing another spot when he started talking to me again. I just smiled and walked off. I do get asked a lot about my nationality. Usually when they find out about my name. 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I looked up my devices and couldn't find any trace of such nonsense purchase. To make things worse, I forgot my username and password for iTunes. I started contacting my banks to block that stupid transaction. I couldn't remember which credit card was used to register the iTunes account. Fml. So I had to call up all the banks that I deal with. Major fml. The beloved tiger bank as always is the pain in the rear. Called a million times but can't even get through the precious hotline. Not even once. Called the other bank and immediately got through. However I was told by the person on the line they can't block the transaction. Seriously puke blood. What can a bank do then? Sit and wait for disaster to strike? Never mind. Continue calling the anal bank hotline but to no avail. At the same time I started looking up apple support . I managed to chat with one apple support staff. She told me it is not her jurisdiction and told me to call the hotline. And left the chat. So much for being support staff. I tried contacting the apple hotline. Again can't get through. Seriously, what's the point of hving hotlines that customers can't get through? I contacted the chat room again . This time a guy called Russell replied. I relayed my woe to him and ask for help to stop the transaction. He asked for the said email and I sent it to him. He said that it is some Phishing scam and I was to ignore that email. Thank god for support staff like Russell. Save me the trouble of contacting the anal bank. Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-48523430765337136832016-06-05T09:57:00.000-07:002016-06-05T09:57:17.423-07:00InexplainableLast night, (ok maybe should be this morning), during the wee hours, I got up to answer nature's call. I turned on the lights, something caught my eye. In front of me about half a meter away, I saw something. I peered closer to see what that thing was. 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26 May 2015, uri Big Boss was a free man again. The moment he stepped out from the Army Base, he had an interview that took place directly outside the gates of the Army Base. FHL. He must have been thinking "When can I take off this uniform? Ish. Let's get this over and done with so I can go home and sleep and burn this outfit". (Those are just my words. Not his)<br />
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Even though the show ended about half a month ago, Song Joong Ki is still as popular as ever. It is as though the show has not ended. This guy has a tremendous fan base. His fans are not solely teenage girls, they range from children to senior citizens. Girls claiming themselves as Mrs Song and parents wanting him as son-in-law. He even has a new title, given by the fans in china : Nation's Husband (guo ming lao gong). My father who has never been fond of Korean Dramas, praised him for his swift and agile moves throughout the show. When he saw shows from Taiwan and China re-enact scenes from DOTS, he exclaimed "Lousy. Totally different from the Korean show. The phone flew backwards when he hit it, whereas this -<i>the re-enact version</i>- the phone flies forward". This coming from him is big. He has never praised any actor.<br />
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No offense to our dearest Song Joong Ki and his massive fan base (oppa saranghae), but this is the first time I heard of his name. It is through Descendants Of The Sun that I come to know of this actor. Why have I not notice him previously? I don't know, since I did not watch the dramas that he starred in previously (which are mostly period dramas and I don't fancy period dramas).<br />
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After coming across repetitive promotional ads for this show and a tsunami of fan ravings about Descendants Of The Sun, it piqued my curiosity of this much raved about actor that is recently discharged from National Service. Somehow, it is as though all the stars aligned, KBS World was about to air that show. Lucky me. I didn't have to turn on the mole mode and search tirelessly on the internet for kind souls that share videos of the show. After some homework on google and several entertainment news videos on Song Joong Ki, I finally got my answer to why I have not noticed him before. This is partly due to the fact that he is mostly the extra in most shows that he has acted in previously (based on entertainment news briefing on his past). It is also partly because of his baby face which was a disadvantage to him (most male leads have strong, manly features, thus making them more memorable). Looking at his previous shows prior to his enlistment into the army, he really looked like a kid. Very teenage. Military service has certainly done him good, as we can now see that his appearance has certainly taken several notches up, and he is looking manlier.<br />
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She was surprised and a little happy to see him at the tarmac in Uruk, but was disappointed when he walked passed her without acknowledging her.<br />
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A series of events took place in Uruk; car driven off cliff, landmines, earthquake, epidemic outbreak, illegal mafia dealings, etc. All of which made our little flirty soldier boy shine brighter than the stars in the sky and become a hero that will always come running to everyone's rescue. Most of the mishaps involve non other than our sweetheart, Kang Mo Yeon.<br />
Their feelings for each other grew deeper with every obstacle that they encounter in Uruk.<br />
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Some random shots of the show</div>
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Our little flirty soldier boy working out.</div>
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(One of the selling points of the show : Abs)</div>
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Sneakily, "driving" her on a date to a place she enquired about when she saw the road sign. <i>(Boyfriend goals : where to find a guy that will whisk you off on a speed boat to a beautiful beach just because you randomly asked what does the sign say and whether it's far?)</i><br />
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Getting himself into trouble because of Mo Yeon </div>
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There are many parts of the show that is very touching. The casts portrayal of their characters and their emotional journey is truly on point. For instance, the relationship between Seo Dae Yong and Yun Myeong Joo, I can't help but feel that their love is so painful and difficult. There are so many obstacles in their way form Myeong Joo's father's disapproval, to their job. </div>
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There has been much speculation on the ending of the show. Hinting that it will be a sad ending. I hope that our darling flirty soldier boy does not die in the end, much to the speculation that he will. </div>
There is a hint in the MV of the drama's OST- the song by Yoon Mirae - Always (0.07 s) which show our female lead walking pass two tomb stones, perhaps indicating the passing of both soldiers? I certainly hope not. Thou shall NOT die.<br />
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So sad that the drama is coming to an end. Going to miss seeing Yoo Si Jin.<br />
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Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28658203.post-65959890516655617402016-04-03T09:20:00.001-07:002016-04-03T09:20:36.361-07:00Mosquito WoesI don't know why mosquitoes are attracted to me. Recently, Mosquitos have become a nuisance. Their bites are like poison and leave behind scars. If they would just stop picking on me, that would be great. <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLA-K8qswPda0ZZR2qKOojd9R-GfzRN9o-zNFQRzJv6nLiYqRI1194979fs25gIlUVgUApkj1Jm3DbxVSERMp4x1Y7on4gRbKAzoSbrXYVlsTj6YPfmI17Y1maH9u50lDOHB_/s640/blogger-image-1228814040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLA-K8qswPda0ZZR2qKOojd9R-GfzRN9o-zNFQRzJv6nLiYqRI1194979fs25gIlUVgUApkj1Jm3DbxVSERMp4x1Y7on4gRbKAzoSbrXYVlsTj6YPfmI17Y1maH9u50lDOHB_/s640/blogger-image-1228814040.jpg"></a> The result of mosquito bite. Sigh. Such an eyesore.</div>Darceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01638224493436683157noreply@blogger.com0