Operation Codename: Weathered

It just dawned on my that the other thing that I use the word Hate to describe (besides potholes) is my AGE.

It happened so ridiculously often these days that I couldn't help but get really pissed.

You know lar, Pavilion is a place where you get all the high end products. Even common, cheap as dirt brands becomes high end all of an instance just because it was set up at the all-lavish Pavilion.

I've been hunting for a new phone for a while now, my current one have been giving me constant pauses and clicking noises. It annoyed my callers more than it did me. Muahah.

The other evening, I was at Maxis, and my smart phone plan did not work out. Wth plan was that? Sucks without a data plan. And its not worth paying so much for that bloody phone. Even that Maxis guy who attended to me agreed. He was nodding furiously. Alternatives, alternatives...

I've been doing some research online, and still, I hadn't made up my mind on anything yet.

One fine Saturday, after a hearty lunch, with food filled right up to our throats, we decided to take a walk. We were strolling aimlessly, and ended up in Nokia. I decided to check it out, and so I did.

The heavy glass doors aren't welcoming.

So were the store assistants. Store assistant playing with her own phone But the last thing I need is someone trailing my every move as I check out the phones. It didn't take me a long time to decide which model I wanted. E61 was gigantic, but surprisingly, the buttons were sensitive and responsive. I was messing with the phone when the store assistant approached and asked if she can help. Few basic questions about the functionality of the phone suggested that she wasn't well versed with the functions. Bah. But then she suggested that I take a look at the new E71. I thought that model hadn't arrive. Cos my earlier-in-the morning research said that it was 'coming soon'. So fine.

That dummy unit came full of finger prints. I felt my face was making funny twisted look. Potong stim yang teramat sangat. Hence the name dumb. Talk about exerting class in an upmarket mall. Gah.

I decided to get E71. After all.

The store manager went into the back of the room to get a unit. Not the dummy, it's the real deal. MissStoreAssistant was tasked to get it started up and teach me a thing or two. She had a hard time trying to switch it on. >.< What kind of sales assistant was that? After a change of unit, and some punching of buttons here and there (duh!) she finally managed. I wasn't expecting any explanation from her, cos clearly she didn't know much. After a whole lot of nodding and umms, it's time to pay for it. I was asked to fill out some details for the warranty card, while she prepared the payment slips. Her superior stood by her side, watching. I gave her my credit card and I continued to talk to bro as he played with the phone.

"Excuse me, can I have your IC please?"

(Store manager shot a Puzzled look at her and whispered, why did you ask for people's IC?)

I shot her a double puzzled face. What for?

"I just want to cross check."

For???!

"Match your name."

(Store manager was so embarrassed with the whole drama his suborb was putting up, he apologized to me)

WTF!!!!!!!!!

Clearly, it certainly looked like I stole my dad's credit card to get myself a brand new phone. Ain't it?

For the n-th time, I am damn TL okay.

Say Hi to my new Baby

I'm loving it.