Starhub Optic Fibre

First, Starhub's optic fibre plan blew me away for the last two days for two reasons:

1. On day one, my uncle spent fifteen minutes investigating how to get my com connected to it. (Somehow, ALL coms in my house can access except the main PC.) By some magical method, I randomly did some settings and woooh! I could use it.

2. On day two, Internet connection was down. AGAIN. So, Liz called Starhub. What amazed me was what they said that sounded like forces unseen at work: "Since the optic fibre is still new, the Internet is a bit unstable, so it will take a bit of time for it to stabilize. You might get DCs. (HUH? MY WORST NEMESIS MIGHT SPRING UP BEHIND MY ASS?) Don't worry, we're still channeling signal to your modem." Channeling? Did I hear wrongly? CHANNELING? Like, spirit medium CHANNELING SPIRIT? I did not know Internet signals were a matter of spiritual faith! (Let me, however, warn you that my memory can sometimes be extremely skewed, especially if it hasn't been through comprehension like this one obviously hasn't, so the word channeling...might not even have been said.) "We will get our technician to call you in the next 24hrs!"--nuh-uh, it;s been twenty-six hours madam.

And today, I didn't have to go through the last two days of trauma and Internet is not faulty. YAY! I hope I don't get DCs...ANYMORE. GOOD BYE TO DAYS OF POINTING AT MY MAXONLINE MODEM AND SCREAMING AT THE BLINKING "US" AND "ONLINE" LED LIGHTS! (This problem has been plaguing me for months I swear.)

This also proves that--Starhub's idea of a tangki (yes, I'm a responsible and educative blogger) EXISTS!

Singtel and Starhub. Did you notice something? Did you notice a similarity, a pattern? Yes... The initials are "S". Does it sound like something? Does it sound like something to you? Now how would you call two..."S"-es?

Oh this reminds me of the old wise saying that I came up with while writing about one character dissing two idiots: "Two half asses don't make one smart ass." By the way, I was about to complain that wisdom should have an adjective form called wisdomic--until I realise that that's what "wise" is for. Presenting to you, yours truly, who is not constructed by two homosapiens possessing only one half of the average human brain and is whole and complete--one dumb ass.

Oddly, I was in a bad mood when I started blogging, but the enthusiasm to unleash my urge to laugh at things (yes, screw the positive and wonderful notions of "laughing with"--we don't need Winnie the Pooh, sweestoroposis patient, to come and fill my life with unnecessary fluff and diabetes) has been, to say the least, therapeutic. I swear, evil runs in my blood.