Friday, November 20, 2009

Piss off, Bitch.

A love letter to Maybank Auto Finance branched in Kompleks PKNS Shah Alam. May you rest in Pieces - Not My Thoughts, obviously. Drench in your tears because rest assured - I will pursue this thing full swing.

"At approximately 2.10 p.m Friday 20th November 2009 I spoke to one of your staff from Kompleks PKNS branch who refuses to give her name all the way through my inquiries. I regret to say that if this kind of behavior is to prevail within your esteemed organization, I'm afraid that your customers' perception of your ongoing efforts will be in jeopardy.

What I was inquiring is my right as a customer who feels that he has been wronged by being overcharged without any credible justification or answers, but calling me names like 'Kurang ajar' and the likes of that indicates more serious signs that something is definitely wrong with your customer service system or that your staff simply lack manners.

Until the person in charge of that particular branch or the staff that I spoke to personally call, explain and apologize to me I will pay only the amount that I deem correct."

Mohd Fakhrolruzi Bin Ahmad
012 - 242 ____

Sunday, November 15, 2009

The Pantheons of Epic Cantona
Nota Kaki: Malas nak pk tittle. Fukyu thus.

I've always carelessly told people that one day I'm gonna go watch Manchester United play Chelshit or Liverfool. Yerp one fine day. But I've never really actually believed in that. But seeing a friend's picture at Old Trafford has got me certain that YES ONE DAY I WILL GO WATCH The Red Devils roast The Scouse, preferably to Oblivion. How good is that to watch the likes of Carragher, Torres and Gerrad roasted to purples - right in front of your eyes. Its a stuff of epic.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

"..that we bleed just to feel alive.."

That weekend breeze blowing through your window feels so exquisitely splendid on your face when you were busting  your ass around the clock juggling between jobs all week.