El·e·na
[el-uh-nuh, uh-ley-nuh; It. e-le-nah]
   /ˈɛlənə, əˈleɪnə; It. ɛˈlɛnɑ/

–noun
a female given name, form of Helen.
a proud student of His Eminence Tsem Tulku Rinpoche
Personal assistant with a BSc (Hons) Psych from Uni of Warwick

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I was with a friend last night, and we got on to talking about numerology. He found the results of his number rather interesting, so we started working on mine (I’m a 7).

I did a quick search online and found this report about 7s. Whilst I’m interested in these types of…mystical endeavours (I <3 Rinpoche’s horoscope widget), I always approach these kinds of reports with some trepidation because I find them to be generalised, playing on our wish to find something that will explain the way we are. I also find that people tend to read them with a biasness which makes me distrust the ‘accuracy’ they find in these reports.

What do I mean by bias? When we read them, we identify ourselves with the positive aspects of the report, and disregard the irrelevant / negative. We read these reports to valid who we are and what we do; we read these reports and invariably think, “OMG, that is SO true about me!”

But this report? This report was uncannily accurate in both the positive and negative, so I just thought I’d immortalise it (ha.) by posting it here, with bolded sentences to reflect what is true (did I just contradict myself? Hehe)

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So my wrestle with Malaysian customer services continues. The lack of intelligence in the customer service industry baffles me. In any other country, no one would put up with the shit we put up with here but of course, we’re Malaysians and we hate confrontation because that would mean losing face.

But is face really worth suffering horrendous customer service for the rest of your life? Is that the image we want to present to the world? Are we ready to be labelled a developed country when basic common sense appears to be missing on ground level?

Some instances of sheer idiocy:

  1. Maxis charges me RM6000 for my phone bill even though I bought a data package, followed all the settings they told me to do AND they sent me an SMS after that telling me to ignore data limit warnings if I’ve already purchased a package
  2. Telekom Malaysia cutting off my mother’s landline, claiming my brother requested cancellation on 12 January…when, funnily enough, he’d left for Australia on 10 January. So suddenly Telekom is allowed to cut off people’s lines without authorisation from the primary lineholder?
  3. I go to deposit cash into my RHB account but the machine says ‘Transaction timed out’ and doesn’t return my cash. I call them up and they say, “Oh sorry miss, there was a problem with our machine yesterday. It will take 5-14 working days to return the money to you.” So I’m stuck without cash for 5-14 days because YOUR machine had a problem? If YOUR machine had a problem, how is that MY problem? And I’m not even going to get into the millions of times I’ve gone to an ATM in this country, and it’s temporarily out of service…why is it ALWAYS out of service?
  4. I want a card with an embossed name, so I can make online purchases. But in order to do that, I have to give my current debit card back to the bank and wait THREE MONTHS for a new card. You know, because SO many people want an embossed card from RHB that it takes THREE MONTHS to make. And how do I get cash out in the meantime? Go to the bank and write cheques in my own name. Archaic.

Now let me tell you how the above scenarios would’ve resolved had they happened in the UK:

  1. It wouldn’t have happened. The O2 data package would’ve worked with no ludicrous phone bills
  2. It wouldn’t have happened. And if I did, I could’ve taken BT to court and sued them for compensation
  3. It wouldn’t have happened. HSBC’s machines would’ve worked. In my four years in the UK, I NEVER saw a cash machine that was out of service
  4. My first card from them was already embossed, and came within three weeks

Let me tell you how it was resolved here:

  1. I screamed at them, and caught them out on the SMS. In the end, they ‘only’ charged me RM3500 as a gesture of goodwill. My response? Fck off with the goodwill. The second there’s a better telco here (because let’s face it, they’re all as bad as each other), I’m changing service
  2. I screamed at them, and caught them out on the fact Clifford had left Malaysia by 12 January so there’s no way he could’ve called to cut the line. They told me they’ll reconnect in 5 working days. I insisted if they don’t come today, I will make a VERY big deal about the fact they did something illegal. They came in half an hour.
  3. I screamed at them, and now they’ve shortened it to three working days. Still too long, I’ve told them, maybe I should’ve just kept the cash and not bothered banking in. They’re going to get another call from me soon…
  4. I didn’t bother. If they don’t want to expand their services to become a WORLD CLASS bank, what’s the point?

Let’s face it - the only way to get anything done in Malaysia is by screaming at people because common sense has all but abandoned Malaysian companies. Stick to the rules, stick to the script, stick to whatever has been set by the people who’ve lost touched with the masses.

And it’s true, the only reason why I’m in Malaysia is because of Rinpoche and Kechara.

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I feel like a truck’s driven over me, backed up, and then drive over me again.

Today is not a good day.

Oh well, I get to meet Amitayus tomorrow YAAY!

Cheetah.
(Taken from my Facebook)
For some reason I found this frickin hilarious.
Clearly my sense of humour has degenerated.

Cheetah.

(Taken from my Facebook)

For some reason I found this frickin hilarious.

Clearly my sense of humour has degenerated.

  • Monlam: I was just thinking if we keep baby inside house.
  • Me: What? (alarm bells start ringing for the Strange Conversation Alert)
  • Monlam: If we keep baby inside house for 30, 40 years, after that let baby go outside, I think maybe baby is okay.
  • Me: Monlam! You can't do that!
  • Monlam: No no no, we feed baby things, and let baby play things, and let baby watch TV things and walking things and take care of baby. But baby just no go outside.
  • Me: Okay...and?
  • Monlam: Then after 30, 40 years, we take baby outside...you think baby is how?
  • Me: I think the person would be scared...
  • Monlam: (laughing) Really? No lah! Why? Baby no scared lah, I think baby okay.
  • Me: I think the person would be really scared because they've never met anyone or seen anything else
  • Monlam: No lah no lah baby not scared, baby okay
  • Me: You try lah! See what happens
  • Monlam: (Embarrassed laughter before realisation) Eh?! You type this down ah?!
  • This falls under the category of Strange Ladrang Conversations...!

feministslut:

andwithwonder:

lgbtlaughs:


In Western culture, the practice of assigning pink to an individual gender began in the 1920s or earlier. An article in the trade publication Earnshaw’s Infants’ Department in June 1918 said: “The generally accepted rule is pink for the boys, and blue for the girls. The reason is that pink, being a more decided and stronger color, is more suitable for the boy, while blue, which is more delicate and dainty, is prettier for the girl.” From then until the 1940s, pink was considered appropriate for boys because being related to red it was the more masculine and decided color, while blue was considered appropriate for girls because it was the more delicate and dainty color, or related to the Virgin Mary. Since the 1940s, the societal norm was inverted; pink became considered appropriate for girls and blue appropriate for boys, a practice that has continued into the 21st century.[…]It has been suggested that females prefer pink because of a preference for reddish things like ripe fruits and healthy faces, but the associated study has been criticized as “bad science”. 

[Wikipedia: Pink]

 I like to remind people of this a lot.

Generally before the 20th century babies wore white because you could bleach it.

feministslut:

andwithwonder:

lgbtlaughs:

In Western culture, the practice of assigning pink to an individual gender began in the 1920s or earlier. An article in the trade publication Earnshaw’s Infants’ Department in June 1918 said: “The generally accepted rule is pink for the boys, and blue for the girls. The reason is that pink, being a more decided and stronger color, is more suitable for the boy, while blue, which is more delicate and dainty, is prettier for the girl.” From then until the 1940s, pink was considered appropriate for boys because being related to red it was the more masculine and decided color, while blue was considered appropriate for girls because it was the more delicate and dainty color, or related to the Virgin Mary. Since the 1940s, the societal norm was inverted; pink became considered appropriate for girls and blue appropriate for boys, a practice that has continued into the 21st century.

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It has been suggested that females prefer pink because of a preference for reddish things like ripe fruits and healthy faces, but the associated study has been criticized as “bad science”. 

[Wikipedia: Pink]

 I like to remind people of this a lot.

Generally before the 20th century babies wore white because you could bleach it.

(via kaitlynthevegan)

Source: lgbtlaughs

  • Cliff: where's mum?
  • Me: queuing at the immigration counter (instead of using the auto-gate).
  • Cliff: why?
  • Me: dunno, maybe she just wants that human contact
  • Cliff: why?
  • ROFL

  • Me: Hi Cliff, what are you doing today? Are you free to help me?
  • Cliff: Why, what's up?
  • (I tell him)
  • Cliff: Can, what time?
  • Me: Around 3 or 4pm, I'll be in Amcorp Mall
  • Cliff: WTF you want me to go to Amcorp Mall?!
  • Me: Yes please...I'll buy you dinner?
  • Cliff: Whaaaat?!
  • Me: Lunch?
  • Cliff: I don't want food! I want cold hard cash!! (cracks up)
  • -__- related?

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In an album of perfectly-lit photos, to have just two underexposed shots…goddammit nearly perfect.

Just sayin’.

Okay, link to cheer myself up: http://youknowyourealondonerwhen.tumblr.com/

That is all.