Showing posts with label my little world. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my little world. Show all posts

Monday, 9 July 2012

Złota rybka, która nie spełnia marzeń



Od przeszło tygodnia czy dwóch zmagam się z mBankiem w sprawie karty kredytowej. Sprawa wygląda tak, że dorosłam już na tyle by takową posiadać i przy okazji sobie jakąś historię zacząć wyrabiać. Człowiek nigdy nie wie kiedy to kredyt na 30 lat przyjdzie mu zaciągnąć, więc lepiej mieć kwity w banku i w BIK, że jest się zaufanym klientem.

Konto w mBanku założyłam sobie zaraz po liceum, kiedy to PKO SA chciało mnie odciąć od kasy na koncie na 2-3 m-ce (skończyła mi się ważność karty bankomatowej a uprzejma pani z oddziału stwierdziła, że mam przyjść jak dostanę legitymację studencką, to wtedy zmienimy konto z juniorskiego na studenckie i wystąpimy o nową kartę; w tym momencie poprosiłam o formularz zamknięcia rachunku), także śmiem twierdzić, że moją historię znają dość dobrze. Do tego nie bardzo chciałam biegać z kwitkami dot. umowy o pracę i Bóg-wie-co-jeszcze jakbym starała się o kartę bez jakiejkolwiek historii w takim Citi, więc grzecznie udałam się do systemu na ich stronie i zaczęłam wypełniać wniosek.

Jak wspominałam - nie mam praktycznie żadnej historii kredytowej, więc wybrałam opcję, że jestem klientem mBanku i proszę o rozpatrywanie na podstawie wpływów na konto. I powiem szczerze, że wypełniając ten wniosek czułam się jakby ktoś buciorami mi się w życie wcinał. Rozumiem pytania o średni miesięczny dochód, ilość osób w rodzinie, stan cywilny już trochę mniej (ponieważ nie było tylko opcji "zamężna/żonaty" vs. "panna/kawaler") czy o to czy mieszkam z rodzicami, a może jednak posiadam mieszkanie spółdzielcze? A może lokatorskie? Generalnie brakowało mi tylko pytania o nr buta głównej księgowej w mojej firmie (NIP i REGON, plus numer kontaktowy firmy, która mnie zatrudnia też musiałam podać; nie wiem czy taka jest praktyka, ale jakoś mnie to też zniesmaczyło) oraz kiedy zaczyna mi się okres.

Skoro oferowali mi (telefonicznie) kartę z 20 razy, mam historię dość pokaźną i wybrałam limit 3-krotnie mniejszy od oferowanego, to nie powinnam mieć problemów z przyznaniem karty, prawda?

Nieprawda.

15 minut po wypełnieniu wniosku dostaję maila, że został odrzucony. Niestety jakoś nie miałam ochoty dzwonić przy osobach postronnych z pytaniem dlaczego, więc telefon na mLinię odłożyłam do wieczora. Czego, nota bene, nie udało mi się dokonać pomimo 3 prób i odsłuchania za każdym razem 5-minutowego utworu w ramach czekania na konsultanta. Dla czystej zabawy zalogowałam się na mCzat, żeby się spytać co się dzieje, że nie odbierają, gdzie musiałam czekać około godziny, zanim pan konsultant mi powiedział, że niestety mają takie obłożenie, że nie są w stanie odbierać telefonów. Dodam, że specjalnie dzwoniłam w trakcie meczu półfinałowego na Euro. Jakoś wątpię, żeby tyle osób potrzebowało coś załatwić akurat w tym czasie, a że nie jest to pierwszy raz kiedy słyszę, że wieczorami nie da się tam nic załatwić (40 minut czekania na zastrzeżenie karty), to naprawdę sugerowałabym zatrudnienie większej ilości konsultantów.

Nie mniej na tę infolinię dzwoniłam czysto sportowo, żeby dowiedzieć się z jakiego powodu mi ów wniosek odrzucili. Ponieważ jakąś godzinę po odmownej decyzji dostałam telefon od ich przedstawiciela z pytaniem czy bym nie zgodziła się jeszcze raz zrobić drugiej symulacji na podstawie mojej historii w banku (pomijam, że właśnie na podstawie tego miał być oceniany pierwszy wniosek).

Ale do dzwonienia powróćmy jeszcze na chwilę. Spróbowałam ponownie następnego dnia o 7 rano i dodzwoniłam się od razu bez większego problemu. Kiedy spytałam się o powód dla którego nie otrzymam karty kredytowej pani, po puszczeniu mi ponownie muzyczki na 5 minut, odrzekła mi coś na kształt "nieprawidłowa historia składania wniosku" (mogłam coś pokręcić, ale to podobnie brzmiało) i zasugerowała ponowne złożenie wniosku, gdzie moja zdolność będzie wyliczona na podstawie historii konta. Lekko się zdziwiła, kiedy na pytanie czy ma mnie przełączyć do odpowiedniego konsultant, stwierdziłam, że już do mnie dzwoniono w tej sprawie i chyba ten wniosek został już złożony poprzedniego dnia. Ale tego nie jestem pewna, bo maila o nowym wniosku dostałam dopiero po 2-3h od tamtego telefonu...

Na ich szczęście po kolejnych 3h zadzwoniła pani z pozytywną odpowiedzią i zaprosiła mnie na podpisanie papierów w następnym tygodniu (poniedziałek tydzień temu). Umowa była toczka w toczkę wnioskiem internetowym, który składałam po opcjach, które zaznaczałam. Kiedy spytałam się pani czy może mi powiedzieć dlaczego poprzedni został odrzucony, odpowiedziała mi, że prawdopodobnie był jakiś błąd w systemie i za długo ten wniosek był otwarty i dlatego odrzucony. Czyli rozumiem, że system do składania wniosków kredytowych, zakładania kont inwestycyjnych jest skonstruowany tak, żeby nap***ć w nim jakby się było Koreańczykiem grającym w Starcrafta?

Tutaj historia powinna się zakończyć happy endem w postaci moich podpisanych papierów oraz informacji, że mój plastik dotarł do mej skrzynki pocztowej w czwartek.

Niestety ciąg dalszy nastąpił.

Nie wiem czy wiecie (ja już tak), że można dostać kartę kredytową, aktywować ją poprzez system transakcyjny, ba nawet ustawić w nim PIN, ale nie można z niej skorzystać. Dowiedziałam się tego kiedy dwukrotnie (w dwóch różnych sklepach) płatność kartą została odrzucona. Tutaj również wykonałam szybki telefon na mLinię, gdzie pani spytała się czy może nie powinnam była odesłać jakiś papierów, które dostałam razem z kartą. Była lekko skonsternowana, kiedy odpowiedziałam, że umowę podpisywałam u ajenta, więc nie bardzo miałam co odsyłać, a kartę dostałam jedynie z instrukcją jak ją aktywować oraz książeczką informacyjną jak bezpiecznie jej używać. Zostałam uraczona muzyczką na krótką chwilę, po czym pani odpowiedziała, że bank potrzebuje jeszcze czasu, tak do tygodnia (sic!), żeby zweryfikować dokumenty (double sic!) i uaktywnić kartę z ich strony.

Także mam śliczną plastikową kartę ze złotą rybką, która miała spełniać moje konsumpcjonistyczne marzenia, ale najwyraźniej nieprędko będzie mogła to robić.

Do tego wszystkiego mam jeszcze takie przemyślenia:

  • Wypełniłam wniosek, który zawierał naprawdę dużo prywatnych danych, które mnie dotyczą i jak ktoś potrafi czytać między wierszami można poznać informacje na temat mojej rodziny oraz stanu majątkowego. Nie daj Boże, żeby to wyciekło.
  • mBank zdenerwował mnie na tyle, że wylałam sobie frustracje na swoim koncie na Facebooku i poprosiłam o rekomendacje na jaki inny bank zmienić, skoro tutaj średnio mnie szanują. Dowiedziałam się, że, dla porównania, kolega nie posiadający umowy o pracę dostał w swoim banku kartę kredytową "od ręki na telefon". Myślałam, że mnie strzeli, zwłaszcza, że ja nadal walczę z mBankiem, żeby móc wreszcie korzystać z tej karty.
PS. Chyba system ogarnął, że do nich ostatnio dzwoniłam odrobinkę częściej, bo zadzwonił do mnie z ankietą co sądzę o mojej ostatniej rozmowie z konsultantem. Po słowach "jeśli nie chcesz odpowiadać na te pytania po prostu rozłącz się" uczyniłam dokładnie to co mi kazali. Bez sensu wyżywać się na konsultantce, która nawet była pomocna, kiedy to system w tym banku jest poroniony.

PS2. Ale widzę, że nie jestem jedyną osoba, z którą podobne zabawy odstawiają. Najwyraźniej mBank potrzebuje dodatkowych zaświadczeń z ksiąg wieczystych oraz umowy najmu, jeśli masz dodatkowy przychód z tego tytułu.

Monday, 31 October 2011

Autumn bleh

You know when imagination sucks? When it works too good. When you read some romantic fanfic. When there's crappy weather outside and all the Cosmo magazines say you should be depressed.

And I'm this close to start writing here sth new.

Friday, 13 May 2011

Baking with cloudi

Yesterday (after sitting for 40 minutes in a traffic jam) I was extremely hungry and on my way from the bus stop I went to buy some snack. By coincidence the nearest shop had croissants in their offer. I took, I paid, I went. But when I was ñoming it I thought that it would be nice to put something into it.

For example... spinach! Effect of my work - below.

New achievement unlocked - "croissants" with spinac... on Twitpic


I must say it's very yummy :3

Since I had no rolling pin - I used bottle of wine. Works even better than a regular roller (big thanks goes to my grandma for teaching me this trick ;)).

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Real and fake friends meme

Somewhere I found this meme to repost about real and fake friends. Some quotes were as cliche as Charlie the unicorn is pink and peachy. But few really got my attention and I say those are so true...

Truth #1
Fake friends: Never ask for food.
Real friends: Are the reason you have no food.

Though I must admit that whenever I asked them what to buy for breakfast (if they stay for the night) they tell me to get lost and usually buy me food to eat. Of course if I only try to pay it's a big fuss.

Truth #2
Fake friends: Will knock on your front door.
Real friends: Walk right in and say "I’M HOME!"

Pity if the door is closed XD Yet if we're hanging out together and waiting for rest to come it usually ends up with "rock, paper, scissors" if someone rings the bell and no-one wants to get up to answer it.

Oh and this reminds me of Kubuś - the kingpin of cheese dealership. I have no idea why.

And paszczak's mum. I ♥ that woman for feeding me with that delicious food whenever I'm there.

Truth #3
Fake friends: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.
Real friends: Call your parents DAD/MOM.

Tuesday, 28 December 2010

Snowstorms, frost - "everything what tigers like the best*"

In the last 2-3 weeks we had lots of snow falling from the sky. Effect is that if you want to drive somewhere you have to dig out your car first.


Actually it's not that bad. In the last 2 days I saw few trucks taking out piles of snow, so one doesn't have to walk in the streets any more.

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Luck, tour de world and festivals

Random conversation today. Though I think this conversation started with the subject of my company, then we change it to "pregnancy" and just before this thing below - mobile phones.

<cloudi> you know what
<cloudi> I checked Tae's profile
<cloudi> for fun
<cloudi> and I was reading some entries for fun
<cloudi> and gosh
<cloudi> I understand those! O_O
<kubuś> that's terrible :D
<cloudi> no shit! :3
<kubuś> chill
<kubuś> soon it will turn out that I'm parler-ing French better than English
<kubuś> and you're hablar-ing Spanish better than inglés
<cloudi> unfortunately no, my dear watson
<cloudi> my English is still better than Spanish
<cloudi> yet!
<kubuś> just for now! :D
<cloudi> methinks that Spanish is getting closer to my Norwegian XD
<kubuś> oh get your self some friends from Norge and not only from the land of miners and earthquakes
<cloudi> chill
<cloudi> when I will get to the stage
<cloudi> where I'm speaking with people from there who don't understand English
<cloudi> then we will start worrying ;]
<kubuś> :D
<cloudi> but hell...
<cloudi> with my luck
<cloudi> I will land some day in Chile
<kubuś> permanently!
<kubuś> :D
<cloudi> and there's gonna be an earthquake
<kubuś> 9,5 :D
<cloudi> I tell you!
<kubuś> no problem, I will go for a rescue then!
<cloudi> with my luck?
<kubuś> unless there's gonna be Open'er*
<cloudi> aww :3
<kubuś> or Coke*
<cloudi> sure
<kubuś> or Selector*
<kubuś> :D
<cloudi> there are priorities
<kubuś> yup.

I will never have normal friends.

*If you ever thought you knew definition of "fanaticism," you probably never heard Kubuś speaking about Alter Art's festivals.

Friday, 19 November 2010

Not corpirate conversations

Conversation that took place few minutes ago with the biggest music geek I know.

"Hey, you're listening to "Northern" music, right? Because I have this band called Valravn and I don't know if I 'stole' it from you. They are fucking awesome."
"Nope. I can't remember. што ето?" I asked and looked for one of their songs on youtube. "Hey, they are quite nice. Where are they from?"
"Denmark. Something else than your beloved Norway. I have to look through my events, because I must have found them somewhere..."
"You know... 'You're listening to Northern music' sounds very amusing when I have Buraka Som Sistema on my speakers."

Thursday, 30 September 2010

No? Really?!

Today I'm going to pretend a psychologist. Or sociologist. And this means I'm gonna state obvious things, just because I have too much free time.

You see... My friend is getting married, this Saturday to be exact. She's been busy lately, so have I, so you can assume we weren't meeting as often as with our other (different) group of friends. However about 2h I got a text message with an invitation to her wedding at church. As a reminder I want to add that today is Thursday. I thanked and politely declined, though with a little bit of evil subtext ("you sent the news too late, I got plans!").

But now... Let's rewind and look at the facts.
  • Clue #1: I knew she was looking for a wedding photographer almost a year ago.
  • Clue #2: When I was away for May weekend someone else called with the news "Did you know that M. is getting married in October?!" Person who called me has another mutual friend with the girl who is the bride-to-be this Saturday.
  • Clue #3: two weeks ago another random person of this drama calls me with question "Hey, do we have anything for M.'s hen party?" What was I supposed to answer? "Ya know... first thing I don't even officially know about the wedding and the second... I don't know nothing about the party."
  • Clue #4: Facebook event added 2 days ago.
So when I got the SMS my first reaction was "You're getting married? Really?! No wai!" The fact that my friend is forgetful and few other things is nothing new. I can't be at the ceremony, but oh well. Shit happens. However what made me totally laugh was that Facebook event.

I understand Facebook addiction or creating events as a reminder there. I often use it on last.fm to remember when are the gigs I want to attend to. But creating such instead of a wedding invitation? SERIOUSLY?!

I am terrified how FB becomes the only way of communication. Few weeks ago I got an invitation to a party, the info was only there. Fine. Just when I was supposed to go out for some small shopping in the city and then go to the event. Luckily out of habit I checked my home page and there I found a notice. "Sorry, the party is cancelled. See ya next week."

Or the b-day wishes. My friend counter is slightly above 200 and most of people know each other. So whenever there's someone's birthday I got info that John Smith and 29849308 other people wrote wishes on someone's wall. I'm old fashioned, but I think it's sweeter to get a phone call or even a simple text message. It shows that you remember and put at least some effort in it. Even it's picking up the phone or clicking "send a private message" if you don't have the number.

I'm so old fashioned :s

Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Encantada!

I like learning languages. It's useful, fun, looks nice in CV, but most of all - you don't have to watch films with subtitles. My newest goal is to know Spanish, one of the reasons being those few Chileans spamming my twitter or facebook. And I don't like not understanding things that pop up in my face.

I'm a lazy person and since I lately had to do an audiobook advert, I tried this form of learning. My first victim is Pimsleur course which I got from my friend.

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

The scariest films of the decade

One of Polish websites (a very virtual one) made a gallery of "Top10 scariest films of the decade." As I'm lately in the horror business I allowed myself to comment about those.

So here we go!

Wednesday, 18 August 2010

The Descent

Horror film are lately my thing. First I saw The Fourth Kind and now The Descent part I & II.

So first a quick introduction. Parts I & II are like a continued story. In the first part we have this opening scene: 3 gals go rafting (or canoeing). Risk - this is something they love. At the end of the river awaits husband of one of them with their little daughter. Kiss, kiss, laugh, everyone is happy, "you guys go ahead and we'll meet in the town." So our little happy (not? this is explained in the 2nd part) family packs themselves into the car and goes. Unfortunately the husband was a little bit distracted and got them into an accident in which he and the kid dies. Drama. Drama. Drama. But after a year they meet again with few other girls to explore new caves.


And here spoilers begin.

Sunday, 8 August 2010

Where did the manners go?

You know... I must admit that most of guys among my friends are gentlemen. It's not about letting a girl go first through the door, allowing her to sit in a bus, just... being a modern knight in a shinning armour.

However in the last few days or weeks I've seen examples that some are either morons or don't give a **** about good manners.

What pissed me off lately?
  1. At work we have two interns. Girls lets add. Those girls are new, they work here for 3-4 days. And two guys who apparently stopped their mental development at the age of 12 (when you see nude girls in Playboy) are trying to be funny and throw texts like "I'm scratching my George everyday." Apart from this being tasteless... Has anyone told them that this can qualify as sexual harassment? -__-
  2. Coming back from a concert I had to go on my own. Around midnight. True it was city centre and theoretically nothing could happen to me, but still... most of guys would at least make sure that reach at least the bus/train stop safely, but no... this certain guy was interested in listening to the other part of the event (even if the whole trip would take him 15 minutes or so and he could easily come back to the gig).
  3. You know... girl is still a girl. No matter what distance towards her she has and how close friends you are. You just don't say some rude texts like "your fat as a pig" or "shove it in your ass". No to mention "you're pathetic." I can bite back and tell such guy to shove those things into his bottom, but behaving like this towards any girl makes me angry...
I know that gentleman is a dying specie, but geez... Some should really be taught good manners -__-"

As I said, I have close friends who may be rude, who have talks that would make most of people feel troubled. However when a girl would be insulted in any way they would stand in her defence. But as I said... those are starting to be in minority.

Wednesday, 30 June 2010

The day I wore a dress

This may look silly as a subject to write, but this is seriously epic for me. Out of a whim I decided to wear a dress today. Not the best for me, but with some accessories this looks good.

And as most of you already assume I don't wear this piece of wardrobe too often. Last time my friends had the chance to see me in this particular dress was in 2008 (I remember because it was The Dark Knight's première) and even then I had it over some sort of pants.

A-n-y-w-a-y... Few funny things which made my day because of my choice of attire today:

Thursday, 20 May 2010

Here comes the rain again

Come to think of it I must say that last week was shitty. Nothing big and bad happened, but lots of small things just decided to make my life miserable. And the snowball effect started.

I'm in the mood. What does "the" mean? That I don't care. I don't care that someone (a friend) is upset with me, I lose willingness to talk to people with whom I really enjoy conversations and I'm detached (in my specific way). This also appears in my musical choices - this week for sure will be under the blessing of Karin Dreijer Andersson. And maybe Bel Canto since I'm discovering their compositions. Though it's too little psychedelic for the moment.

I need holidays, I know that. Part 1 shall be soon, I just need to talk to someone and set the details about my visit there. With no internet for sure. Probably I won't take my cellphone also.

And I think that it actually might be fun.

Saturday, 8 May 2010

Family conversation #1

My sister sent me a text message. She asked if I'm coming for tomorrow's dinner at her place which, for your information, is our little custom for the last... 6 years? Or so? As I love these silly rethoric questions asked by her I picked up the phone and called her:

<sis> Yes?
<cloudi> No, I went to Australia*...
<sis> Hell knows with your ideas. So I understand you're coming?
<cloudi> Yup.
<sis> Oi, do you know a book The Fifth Mountain?
<cloudi> Heh?
<sis> Paulo Coelho's book. The Fifth Mountain.
<cloudi> Yeah... I know that one...
<sis> You're the one having it or bro?
<cloudi> ...I bought it for you for some b-day...

*I know that I have the habit of calling people from weird places and asking them to find me the fastest route to somewhere on google maps, but it still would be surprising if (when called) I answered that I can't come because I'm in Australia or some other wild place, right?

Thursday, 29 April 2010

When a disabled (when it comes to games) child starts to play with PS2

<cloudi> a jellyfish defeated me
<kubuś> in a life-death combat?
<cloudi> yeah
<kubuś> [*]

Finally I can play Final Fantasy X (forgive me the lame pun). After lots of adventures like:
  • not having a working TV in AV mode,
  • taking console to friend's place (who has a working TV), yet forgetting to actually pack the games,
  • borrowing a TV from friends,
  • yet not borrowing an adapter so the cinch cables would magically turn into SCART input
I can play this stupid game that was so much recommended by some.

To other impaired people who don't know what this games is about: I'm some blond dude who looks like just taken from Baywatch cast. His city was attacked by a giant flying water sphere (he was sucked into it) and now he wakes up 1000 years later (Sleeping Beauty) and from what I've gathered he's trying to find his way home (E.T.). Innovative, right?*

Generally I'm not into this kind of games and it is a little bit painful for me to watch. Especially with hours of that cut scenes. I am playing this just for 2-3h and I tell you I have seen hours of films there. It's like a movie on Polsat channel where the commercials are sometimes interrupted by a film. But I found it handy, thanks to those I could finish my supper without the need to pause the game.

Which brings us to the gaming system. Pick action, pick enemy, do the action, wait for your turn. Seems boring. However! after a while it appears that the characters have few interesting moves and attacks. I especially love summoning that giant flying creature by Yuna (here I would like to greet Juli who looks just like this animated character) or using black magic by Lulu who, for your information, wanders around with a teddy-bear. If we add to the picture that she looks like emo geisha, I think that we can agree that Japanese are running on some strong drugs.

Keep that up boys! Because I'm really enjoying this game.

*Actually I can tell you about other things/names. Because the 3rd location I'm visiting looks like Hawaii. I think that S. told me the name of that place, but I think that "Hawaii" fits better. After a quick run over that place and fighting with stranger creatures (blob, Blue Lion form the Land of The OZ) we jump on a sea ship and get attacked by Sin (a local version of Cracken) I was hoping for Johnny Depp appearing on the board, but no luck. And I thought that Japanese would know what a fan service is :<

Monday, 12 April 2010

I'm tired. I'm seriously tired, because of this mourning. Yet it's not because of the tv coverage or the fact that people talk about it the whole time. Believe it or not - I think this is needed. Either as a psychology mass-treatment or by finding out why this accident occurred.

I haven't lost anyone in that plane crush. But my friend did. And it's devastating enough to see someone who is always happy, serene so devastated. To see him helpless and angry because of it. To hear his voice which breaks with every word.

But what saddens and tires me is people's reaction. Maybe not of the majority, but a growing part of "indifferent cynics." I understand that not everyone is personally affected by what happened just few days ago, but I would be thankful for understanding from their side that some people want to grieve and for those 2-3 days. Finding guilty (though I prefer not to call it this way, rather "finding the cause of the accident") and making political decisions is few days or weeks away. So why bring it by brute force now?

I know that some just show off and put [*] or join facebook groups. Is that shallow? I don't know and I don't care. Maybe they were raised that they think it's enough and that they're showing their sorrow this way. I would prefer to go for a walk, think or simply light a candle which in fact I did. Maybe it's just a demonstration, but it helps to cope with it.

A situation today which totally made me lost of words was my boss' and co-workers reaction. Some of them sell advertisements and the question was if they should bother customers or leave the topic for the week. Maybe shorter. In the end it was decided that they may and just after that some stupid jokes came. That they may advertise chocolate there, because it fits the black & white layout, or that "now you can send obituary with our chocolate telegram." I have distance towards most of things, but these jokes were just tasteless -_-'

I'm sorry, but even I am not a heartless person who will not notice that almost 100 people died in tragic circumstances and will behave like nothing happened.

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

Quote of the day

Too often, we lose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember, when someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown BUT, it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and bitch-slap the motherfucker upside the head.


And yes, I'm back! After Olympics, few gigs, exam session and few other things.

Friday, 12 February 2010

Kids, you should learn foreign languages

This totally made my day. Today and yesterday in fact.

I was asked to write birthday wishes in Norwegian. I did something simple ("Happy birthday! I wish you everything what you can dream of and lots of more. Have a f**king good day."), gave it to my friend so she could forward it to the b-day man. Later my friend called him and delivered wishes again. The guy was totally shocked that she wrote the first ones in Norwegian. Knowing my friend's knowledge of his mother tongue he suspected his wife to be the collaborator.

"No, she didn't help me."
"Then how? What dictionary or translator you used?"
"None. I asked someone to write it for me."
"And there are Norwegian letters in it too!"
"Magic of copy-paste."
"Then tell her she knows Norwegian really good."

Believe me, this is a huge morale boost (seriously). After 2 years of learning this language I'm good enough to write 3 simple sentences and I know how to curse (yet understanding that article about swearing in Norwegian was a real pain)!

However the best part of the story happened today. Apparently sister of that Norwegian saw those wishes as those were posted on Facebook. As soon as she did, with a big "wtf" she called him asking if my friend started to learn their language. Because you see... my friend is known for being able to repeat one word in Norwegian and from what I've heard she's very reluctant to learn more ;)

And I must say - it's nice to cause a small stir like that :)

Friday, 22 January 2010

Whining day today

Gosh... I'm so tired -_-' I can't remember when was the last time I slept 6h or more. This week I had 7 (yes, seven) tests and next week looks like there are another 5 to come. And then just exams. Considering I'll have to write two tests again, because I had an option: learn for one enough to pass and ignore the other or fail at both, next 2-3 weeks look entertaining as hell...