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So my Blackberry had been hospitalized in Blackberry City Denpasar since beginning of January. And since I am a man of one phone, I had no backup phone and I was reduced to my old phone when it was hospitalized.

The day the berry got admitted, the staff said that “The repairman’s not in, so we can’t process this immediately. He will come in on Monday“. I said okay and they took my berry. Naturally, I called on Monday to ask if there was any news of it.

“The repairman extended his holiday and he’s not here yet.”

“When will he be HERE?”

“We will call you as soon as he’s here and check your berry, sir.”

“… okay.”

By that time I sensed something weird, do they have only ONE repairman and he could extend his holiday as delicious as his belly button?
And then three days go by, I called again.

“The repairman is still checking your phone, we still can’t tell if it’s still repairable or not.”

“Okay, when will you be able to tell if it can be repaired or not?”

“We’re not sure, we’ll call you as soon as we have a clue.”

And of course, a week went by and they never called back. How come it took THAT long just to check if the phone can be repaired or not? Hardware gurus, help me out here. I started to get impatient when they still haven’t called in a week, so I called them again. This time they told me to call back in 3 days, said nothing about any progress.

After 3 days, I called back again and the response I got was pretty standard, “We will let you know when we have news on it, it’s in process right now“. But when I asked what process, repairing or just checking if it can be saved, no answer. I started regretting why on earth did I go here to repair the berry. Yes there are other service centers but this was the biggest one around. Apparently biggest doesn’t mean best.

When I bought the Hero to replace to berry, I cut them some slack. I wanted to know how long would it take for them to call me back. One full month after the admission day, still no phone call, I even checked the receipt if they got my number right, which they did. Day by day went by, still no effing phone call. Now it was more than a month already without a single fucking phone call.

So this was my limit, and I was ready to go there to drop the bomb on them. I wanted to know why it took almost 2 months just to diagnose if my phone was repairable or not.. and they still haven’t figured it out. Either the repairman was dumb or he hadn’t even touched my phone, I suspected the both. I went there, and before I could say anything I was told that my phone was beyond repair.

Bummer.

“And why did it take almost 2 months just to come up with this?”, I asked.

No answer. My blackberry spent almost 2 months in their hands, and the only thing they could diagnose was that it’s beyond repair. Just that, no other information. The customer service girl looked so dumb I couldnt even begin to utter any words to protest, afraid that she wouldn’t understand anything I said. So I took my berry and just left.

Perhaps it’s better off if I fix it in Jakarta tomorrow. No, definitely.

You know, when you reach a certain age you start to really know yourself, what you like and what you hate. For me, this certain age came very early. Perhaps it was around my elementary school days that I discovered that I can’t stand the smell of fish or any seafood, that’s early dontcha think?

Also I didn’t like to eat chicken heart, feet and head, so I scratched “weird body parts of animals” off my edible food list. And the list go on and on (a pretty long list) and I became this guy you now know as “the weird guy who doesnt eat fish”. Short version of my version of inedible food only consists of 3 points:

1. If it dwells in/on water, fuck that. This covers fish and seafood, also eel, ducks etc.
2. Strange body parts are no go. Tails, head, neck and all the insides of the animal.
3. If the food name is funny, screw that. That covers srombotan, tum etc etc.

“Dude, you’re missing out!”

Yeah I know, I get that a lot but apparently I didn’t get it enough to change my mind about my inedible food list. The list was almost sacred until recently I had this trip to Yogyakarta with the girlfriend. We were starving and I wanted sate kambing, so we went to this place which was claimed to be the best in Yogya. Forgot it’s name, dang. I ordered sate kambing and she wanted tongseng. If you’ve been paying attention to the list you’ll know that it’s against point no. 3 and perhaps no. 2.

But it was good!

And I got a slap on the face (not from the girlfriend, of course). I was like, “Dude, this food that I’ve never tried because the name is funny turns our to be delicious!”. *Lightning strikes on the background as I said that*

So I had this resolution instantly: I am going to revisit my dislike list. The tongseng was a good start. What would you guys recommend?

PS. fish + seafood is farrrrrr down the list, so pls dont recommend any of those :)

You know what day today is? It’s the kite competition day in the village where I live in. You know what that means?

Yep, hundreds of people coming swarming the street, arrogantly blocking the street both sides to walk and carry their kite. I wrote once about how arrogant Balinese can be.

I bet there’s an easier way to transport that damned humongous-sized kites, USE TRUCKS. No commotion, easy as that. Fuckers.

This is happening as I type this, right now. They’re sitting on the road for no obvious reason, yelling like monkeys, blocking roads causing a traffic deadlock. This is Jalan Raya Tanah Lot they’re blocking, the main road that goes to the Tanah Lot beach, pretty huge one if you must ask.

I’ve been out taking these pictures and trying to figure out what they do other than causing problems, I’m curious what’s on their mind. Maybe this is what they call having fun?

For the last time, USE TRUCKS TO CARRY YOUR KITES!

Update: oh yeah Life Failed People is the right sign for ya.

Life Failed People caption, suits 'em

I was wondering why Balinese hv extremely high sense of belonging 2 everything which sometimes they don’t exactly own? :)
Not all Balinese like that, so we don’t stereotype. I guess it goes to ppl who never been out of this island.

My friend said that on Twitter yesterday and I agree. That was my theory too since long time ago, Balinese people who haven’t been outside of Bali are d-bags. That’s why I dont hang out with them, I only hang out with the cool kids who are open minded.

For example, this morning I passed a bunch of fucktards who were using BOTH SIDE OF THE ROAD to carry their.. wait for it..

KITE.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, they were blocking access to the whole road because they were carrying a fucking huge kite to fuck knows where. I can understand if they were carrying a sick or dead man, but a fucking kite? Douchebags!

Want more examples? Remember a few weeks back when we were having a Governor election?
These henchmen of some candidates took the liberty of rallying themselves on the street and (you’re not surprised to hear this arent ya?) they swarm the road not letting people pass. How cute is that?

Believe me, I could do this all day but you get my point. They think they just owned the fucking island! “Cang ngelah gumi ne!”

From scale of 1 to 10 where 1 being total dumbasses and 10 being complete fucking idiots, I’ve to give them a perfect ten. Heck I’d give them a thirteen but I feel kind today.

There you go, Bali from a not-so-native Balinese point of view. Happy?

This is that time of the year when I get cranky over overreacting fake people. I’m usually cranky like this on the world cup too. I hate fake/seasonal fans, in this case football/soccer/whatever you call it.

I’m pretty sure you know what I am talking about, right? I’m talking about your next door cubicle friends or your classmates who usually don’t get football but somehow became a devoted-for-life fan. This kind of people sucks. Only talking about it when it’s hip.

DIAFF you!