Wednesday, June 01, 2005 @10:54 PM
11pm now...
Back for about 1 hour and a half now, after a 4-hour swim at my cousin's condo swimming pool.
Tired. Body aching.
But that's definitely not the point.
Feeling pissed is.
Bearing all the fatigue, I'm supposed to stay away from my well-deserved sleep and type an irritating, foolish, idiotic chinese formal letter to some idiot association, which refuses to churn out a testimonial for me despite several times of "begging" for days.
I shan't name their damn, famous name in fear that I'll get sued for demafation of their what-so-ever great reputation.
Now, I really understand the meaning behind boot-licking from the phrase "su yang gui hui...", cause I was so damn unwilling to type just that statement out. I typed some words of it, deleted, typed again, deleted again, banged things here and there and finally I still have to type those words out. What rights I have, right? Just for that piece of testimonial, I have to bow down to them.
A few days ago, I sent them the e-mail asking for a testimonial. Fine enough, they replied me and told me that they needed to look into my query and ask the top management about it. Ok, I accepted that. Seeing that they did not reply, I typed yet another mail to them to rush them. Then, they told me to type out my achievements and activities participated there in Chinese. Ok, I typed it and sent it.
Then the next e-mail came telling me that I have to type a letter in Chinese and NOT english (which I did the very first time) before they process my request. Like what the hell. Can you tell me right in the first place? They went round and round the bush and now telling me to write my first e-mail in Chinese? Blood just started boiling. Please la, I need it for DSA lor, and now you come to tell me this? Do I even have time for it?
Never mind. I TYPE. During my outing with my cousin just before the swim, the association called my handphone, telling me with that happy voice that the chinese e-mail I typed was just NOT formal enough. That's the limit. Shit them. If not for me wanting that testimonial so badly, I wouldn't be sitting here and typing the beautiful and formal letter out for them. And I need to hand in all my documents by Friday to the General Office.
HELL. (People who really know me well, understands that it's just not my character to blow off my top. This great association has managed to piss me off and make my blood boil.)