Bikin marah

Damn it, Zouk, don't you know I'm one of your most loyal customers? I'm there every fucking weekend, sometimes weekdays if there's a special occasion, I even dragged Naya there when she wrote the feature about me in Female mag (which inadvertently gave people the impression that I'm this wild, alcoholic party girl).

So when I heard you were opening a cafe/bar at The Gardens, I impatiently waited for your renovations to be done (and of course as is usual in Malaysia, it was delayed) and when I finally found the time to grab a bite there, I WAS SEVERELY DISAPPOINTED! The service sucks donkey's balls! There were no waiters on the patio/smoking area so every time we wanted something, we either had to wave like mad at the waiters inside or we had to walk in and call them ourselves. While taking our orders, the waiter thought I didn't want ketchup in my club sandwich when I said I didn't want any tomatoes - plus he didn't even know whether the bread is white or wholemeal -_- And everything took ages, from the food to something as simple as iced water!

What a fucking waste of excitement. But I must say the chairs are comfy.

tak nak pergi Tangs!

I'm horribly disappointed in TANGS. ANGRY AND DISAPPOINTED. I've always enjoyed going there because they have different international brands and that cutesy knick knack section at the entrance, but only cause before this I've never needed any help from their staff. Usually I'd just go in, browse around, grab what I want and pay. But after last Saturday's experince, TANGS is the LAST place I'll go to in Pavilion. Their customer service is so fucking horrible you'd think you're at fucking KFC or something. KY & I were looking for a suitable pair of jeans in his size and the staff there just stood one foot away from us and talked to each other as if they were lepak-ing at the fucking mamak. If I'm not mistaken, one of them asked KY, 'Nak cari size eh?' (or something like that) and when he answered in the affirmative, they just continued chatting away! Not to mention the tons of walking-aways they did (it must be their one and only expertise) when we asked them for other things like different belt sizes, where the fuck the jeans were that we wanted, etc. Oh, and they almost didn't let us use the fucking vouchers that TANGS themselves gave to KY.

Oh and don't ever buy any of the knick knacks that they have there cause I saw the same shit on Petaling Street the next day in those wholesale shops for much much much less -_-

Fucking TANGS.

Servis yang macam kura kura

I'm not a very patient person. When I go somewhere to eat or drink, I expect my order to come within 10 minutes -except food of course, that's gonna take longer-, especially when it's something really really simple. Places at which I had to wait more than half an hour for drinks,hell, you can bet that I'd never waste my money there again.

Prime examples:

1) The Library at Cineleisure (or its fancy ass name now: e @ the Curve,watever)
It took them 20 minutes to bring my friends' Hoegaarden. It took them 20 minutes to tell me that I can't have my tea (I was sickly okay) cause 'the machine is not here yet' (LOL you only need hot water and a tea bag to make tea, idiots). Their ugly waiters and waitresses also don't understand English, thus making ordering a pain in the ass. WTF-ness to the MAX.

2) Finnegan's pub at Jaya One.
My friends only got their Kilkenny after waiting for 30 minutes. After 40 minutes, the waiter came and told me that I can't get my vodkalime because they ran out of vodka. Yeah, I bet you were searching for your vodka the whole damn time, that's why it took you so fucking long to tell me I can't have my drink. The waiter then suggested I try their 'special cocktail, veryyy naiss.' I said no and ordered a whiskey coke instead. What did the idiot bring me? That fucking cocktail. When I refused to drink it because I didn't order it, he had the nerve to force me to accept the fucking cocktail because 'the order is already made, the cashier can't undo it.' I felt like throwing his fucking cocktail in his fucking face la wtf. I only got my fucking whiskey coke (which I had to pay for anyway after all the mess above) after I demanded to see the OWNER (because according to the waiter, there's no supervisor or manager there!!)

3) Pappa Rich in Kota Damansara
This place is so fucking stupid and slow, I'm never going back there for lunch, I'd rather starve! It took them 40 minutes, 3 waiters and 1 manager to get me my iced water. I kid you not. I spoke to 3 fucking waiters, asked them where my water is, they just nodded and hung around the fucking restaurant. I had to ask for the fucking MANAGER to get my fucking ICED WATER. It's not fucking rocket science you know, it's just fucking plain water with ice cubes in it!!

Tak ada otak

FUCKING MCDONALDS STAFF.

How hard is it to differentiate between ORIGINAL AND SPICY chicken? If there were 500 different kinds of chickens at McDonald's, then I would understand the mistake, but there are only 2 fucking ways you cook your bloody chicken pieces, ORIGINAL and SPICY. Even if you went to a fucking Malay kampung school in the jungle, you still had English text books so don't tell me you don't know the meaning of SPICY. Plus, I'm sure your supervisor told you the difference between spicy and original chicken when you were still a trainee. I even spoke to you in Malay, I said SATU AYAM GORENG MCD ORIGINAL TAK NAK DRUMSTICK.

Why did you remember the no drumstick part but you can't remember the ORIGINAL part?? Is your brain so fucking small that you can't keep 2 small bits of information at once? because I would feel really, really sorry for your fucking bloody stupid self if you can't.

There's a fucking reason why I asked for ORIGINAL, it's because I can't take spicy food, and I'll get a fucking tummy ache and fucking diarrhea when I do. And because I was SO BLOODY hungry last night after not having lunch and dinner, I just ate a piece of that fucking chicken and only realized it's fucking SPICY after I swallowed it. And I've been suffering from tummy ache since.

FUCKING STUPID SHITHEADS.

Buang duit, buang masa

You know the new place at Cineleisure (or its new fancy ass name 'e@the Curve') called 'Library'? Serves drinks and food? Well here's my review on it:

I FUCKING HATE IT.

The joint tries to be different and shit, with its waiters dressed as librarians (no, they're not hot), with the poshy velvety couches, with its fake books -oh wait, they have a few measly real books on the upper floor but they're not that significant-. But in the end, it's like all the other sucky places:
-Expensive drinks (1 pint of Hoegaarden for RM36 WTF!!!)
-Slow slow service (we are talking about 15-20 minutes for drinks here, hello!!)
-Waiters who don't understand English so they either forgot our orders, or brought 1 drink instead of 2, or didn't understand our question at all

Oh, and they also couldn't bring me my hot Jasmine tea because 'the machine hasn't arrived yet.' Yeah like you need a fucking machine to make TEA. Just boil the fucking water and put the tea bag inside the pot lah what the fuck!

And the place was filled to the brim with fucking Chinese yuppies who shouted YAMMM SENNNGGG YAMMM SENGGGGG all the fucking time. Go do that in a noisy club or your own house, plzkthx we are not at a wedding here.

I'm never ever going back to that place again! Sid's Place for me, thank you.