::No intelligent posts today. As usual.

I sent my LCD monitor to get repaired. For some unfathomable reason, my dad wrote my name on the form. They called my house twice to ask me if I wanted it repaired, and each time it was picked up by a different person (my dad and my sis), and both of the people were not me, anyways my dad said ok, repair it. For a S$300-something. S$300-something to repair a lousy LCD monitor? That is fucking crazy. Just buy a new one. But no, he said repair it.

And they dun even check to see whether I agree or not. Maybe I can go there and say, "eh, i dunno who u spoke to, but I didn't say I want it repaired leh. i didn't even get yer call leh. what's yer prob, like? " but nvm lah. Whateva lah.

No intelligent posts today.