#313 U Mobile Auto Renewal Subscription (How to cancel them)

Hey y'all. How ya doinnn.

So I have been in a deep crisis with my ghostly auto-renewal subscription of Joox music which I have no idea why I agree to it at the first place. I thought it will deductly from Google Play Store however it was not. I was so scared 'cause it has been 3 months it was auto renewed itself!

As I go into this matter, I noticed that my payment history in Google Play DOES NOT have auto-renewal subscription for Joox Music, and I do not have any subscription linked to my Google Play.
Then, it strikes me. It was inside my U mobile app! There you go. I solved the case.

Here are the steps to guide you for it. I am using a computer and I have no idea if you can do this on mobile app as well or not. Give it a whirl, girl.

1. Log in to www.u.com.my (Click on the "Self Care Login").

2. Log in your ID accordingly. (Now, the password you need to set up at your U mobile Mobile App.)

3. Then, once you are in, click at "Digital Good and Service." You will be directed to a different page.

4. The said page. Now, click at the "Subscription."

4. Manage your subscription accordingly.

I DID ITTTTT!

Alhamdulillah, finally. 

Peace out, homies.

Dini xx

#312 Feelings.

So... it has been more than a year now that I have settled myself in office environment. They really care about me and have fun a lot with me around. Not to mention, I did quiet a good job with my department, and I hope I can stay in the department for as long as I wanted to. It's just...the argument with your higher management needed to be more professional. Instead of...

"Screw you!"

We say,

"Noted, will work on that matter for future reference."

Instead of..

"What the f- is going on with you?"

We say,

"If you needed further assistance feel free to contact us."

Previously, people call me "Chef Dini."

Now, they are used to by calling me "Ms. Dini."


Not a single day in my life that I would decline the offer of getting me back in the kitchen.

Not anymore.




X,
Dini Amr

#311

I have no idea why I get nervous when I'm about to write something. It feels like something is churning inside my stomach and felt like I'm gonna throw up...


rainbows.


It's 2020 and things have been completely bizarre at the moment. Friends getting married and engaged basically a normal news to be scrolled on my social media; which is f- annoying. Don't get me wrong, I want you to be happy (I don't.), it's just that it's super annoying with all the get going lives and whatnot.

I mean...cheers to people who are still f- struggling to find money for family commitments, semua taknak bebankan parents, you are doing absolutely great. No one noticed that shit however, but you're doing great. I mean it. I want all these people to be happy. It's very tiring to hold the burden all on your own but hey...at least you know a friend here is also facing the same thing.

Plus, kenduri kahwin yg dah tunang or kahwin...semua pakai duit parents.

Wtf yall do?

It drives me nuts every time some grand wedding pops up and the extravaganza part of it, it was not even the newlyweds f- money.

Yall not strippers, and I'm very aware of that.

So to have $20k inside your bank account is kind of IMPOSSIBLE BITCH YOU AIN'T CARDI B.



Even Kylie Jenner is still not married and her net worth is 90 BILLION DOLLARS we're talking here. It's just that when you're not ready, you kinda know. Honestly, me too. I'm not. I have no idea why people keep on asking me to get married as soon as you can.



Imma like, let me stop you there.

As soon as you got married, things you need to take care are your shit, and your spouse shit.

I got a lot going on and honestly to share that with the person I'm in love with it's kind of unfair.

Don't get me wrong, I wanna get married. You have no idea how many plans I've got going.

But, let me do it right.

Let me do it right.

Cause I'm the Cinderella, bitch. Get your own movie.

050218 "I'm not happy how it happened, but I'm glad it happened." - Chef Carl Casper, 'Chef', 2014

We broke up.

Like 3 days ago.

It seems just like yesterday we had our first eye-contact during my practical year. It was his birthday when my first day commenced and I know I've been telling this story like gazillion times but, it was a pleasure to meet him. He taught me almost everything I needed to know, and not more than anything I always wanted to know.

It's hard to love, and the hardest of it all is to be loved.

You can understand what its meaning, but the construction of the love itself is far away more amazing than you think it is.

I miss him.

My only best friend.

The grand love of my life.

But, it's over.

This time, it definitely is.

The eerie part of it was,

It's over for me.

18122017 - A lovely week off from work.

I was off from work a week starting 3th December until 10^th. The day I arrived at my grandparent’s house was the last day of our local bookstore, Lejen Production Book, to have an open day; a celebration to let go most of its books in a very cheap price. They even made it so challenging and unique for us to put every book inside a tote bag for MYR50. It’s so much fun accelerating our minds to fit in lots of books inside a bag. I don’t even know much of the books that we had to choose, it wasn’t that popular or it was, a bloody hell long time ago. But I managed to get 15 books out of it; one book cause like MYR20 so jackpot. Then, I looked over at the shelves displaying the books that are really famous and new in store. I haven’t bought them yet so I really need one. It was 3 for MYR50. It was not quite expensive considering one book already reached MYR25 each. After added everything up, a fortune of luck falls upon me whereby I met the author of the first book I have read and fall in love with the entire production book; Nami Cobbler was there.

He was signing his autographs for his fans so I had to wait. I was so excited I asked the cashier like three times to confirm that was the author. The cashier was like nodding and laughing at my excitement three times, as I clearly remembered. Then it was my turn for him to sign the book I have bought and thanks to my blush-red-cheeks, there were a lot of his books I coincidentally bought. (PS: It was not an accident. He really is a great author I enjoyed reading his books.) Without knowing he was there all along! So I had to take a time off to chill myself, and took the ‘Natalia’ book written by him, and took a picture. He asked to take a picture with him. He asked me! 

 This author I’m talking about right here is one of the reasons I have purchased over MYR300 worth of books in this one local store. I spent my entire book voucher at this store. There were a lot promotions going on before I stopped buying books there and moved out to Kuantan, Pahang. I really felt like being in the movie ‘The Fault in Our Stars’ considering Hazel Lancaster really went to Amsterdam to meet her favourite author. He behaved like an ass to her and thank god mine didn’t!

I went upstairs after my purchased has settled and wanted to hangout for awhile and read some of the books I have bought. The stairs were decorated with quotes from the books I have read. It was beautiful. The doodle, the drawings and the inspiration for us adolescence to get in our world without any invasion from outsiders were the reasons I still kept coming here to the local store.

Once I was up there, there was this gorgeous young lady approached me and was talking to me about their merchandises. The jumper went really hit as it has more discounts than other merchandises. I was politely saying I am just going to hang out here whilst I’m making the decisions about it. She was pretty cool about it and went back sitting with her friends. I was sitting and marked my books with the date written and my signature of when I bought it.

After that all settled down, turns out there were some of the Nami Cobbler book I haven’t had his signature yet. After a few minutes of reading and chilling out, I went downstairs and was hoping to have his signature on the book I was holding. The fortune of luck hitting on me again when I saw him sitting on the bench outside the store, alone, and not wanting to waste anymore time of my mind baffling whether or not to have his signature,  I went straight right to him and ask his signature like a man.

Got his signature, I sat beside him. The author I respect and adore the most. Like, next to him. I felt like a cotton candy inside a mouth of a child who really appreciates my existence. We chat, talked about his books I loved the most and it was based on true story. He told me everything about it and showed me the picture of 2 adorable young gals inside the book he wrote for them. I’m not going to spoil anything here but just go and check his book out: “Awekku Chuck Taylor”. I burst out laughing when we talked about his book “Awekku Chuck Taylor: Kapsul Masa” and he told me little secrets about how he processed the book when he wrote about it. He even invites me for a drink. I was too overwhelmed by everything I politely reject it. Inserting laughing out loud here actually I was too ashamed. I was alone so, it is going to be awkward I am 100% sure. I have a way around people so, I know it will get awkward after 15 minutes.

After that I make my move and started to leave.

The next day I had rehearsal at my former study place, MSU Shah Alam. Lots of memories flashing back through my lens of life once I arrived there and without further negotiating about it, I went straight to the Performing Arts Theatre where my team and I held a bunch of events there. Memories after memories slashing my veins like the sword of samurai, the heart beats faster than usual whether  I have to meet my former friends I used to work with, or have a thing with; baffling with myself is not a healthy thing I tried to stop it but it’s impossible.

I arrived there, and was welcomed by the crews.

I was alone, turns out. A solo English emcee for the seminar was kind of okay, surprisingly. There were a lot of familiar faces and they were also surprised to see me as I did.

The friend of mine even cursed me on the phone asking why the hell I didn’t tell them I was coming. I was laughing and smiling sinfully because I knew I became the emcee like 2 months ago and suddenly just show up is kind of a bad thing to do. Inserting sinfully laughs here. After done with the rehearsal, I went back home and have a delightful sleep.

The event starts at 2pm but my heart won’t stop pounding since the moment I woke up. It’s the kind of feeling where you have butterflies in your stomach, you suddenly feel you are not good enough, you think of 450 eyes will be on you when there is a single mistake on the event itself, and I was really excited to meet Faiz Dickie at the same time. I even had my book written:

Faiz Dickie please signs here:

Moments passed, and I went it through like a real professional. I missed being a part of a group like this because I feel I matter. I feel people actually care about me and that is a beautiful thing to be a part of this. A part of their family I joined in 2 days before the actual day. It was remarkable. Not just that I got Faiz Dickie signature, I even got a photo with him. Oh dear that was my best memories so far. I didn’t imagine he was that top of the list though. Really make my day as I got the privilege to announce his name when he went up the stage. It was a day to remember. Plus, we managed to get free McDonald’s burger. Shout out to McDonald for giving sponsors of McChicken! I got like 4 that day. It was memorable.


                                     

After the seminar ends, I went home as fast as I could, took a bath, dress up beautifully, and my lovely boyfriend whom I haven’t met for more than a month after I moved out to Pahang. He waited 40 minutes for 2 hamburgers, and presents I got him! We went to KLCC for dinner. I ate Cabonara Spagetti and small Pizza Beef for us. He said he was too full after the 2^nd burger so he didn’t ate much. KLCC Food Court is not expensive as you can get at your normally take out at normal food store. Those two food costs me MYR20 only and I was too full to give a damn. It was too good, though. We bought King William Chocolate Banana drink at Boost, shout out to Nuzul Fatihah for introducing to me this remarkable drink. It was damn good. My man loves it as well.

Then, we went to Avenue K and have a stroll. It was lovely to watch the Christmas setup in Kuala Lumpur. We also wanted to go to Jln Doraisamy to get some hot mutton soup with bread but it was jam and too late for soup and bread. We had a lovely night.

On 9^th December, I went out again on a date with my lovely boyfriend. But, this time both of us took public transport and meet at the usual place, Midvalley. I once took the commuter from my grandparents’ house and it was nightmare. I waited for half an hour for the train, and it keeps delaying after 5 minutes it was supposed to be here. It was heavily raining. It was a mess. I got clever this time and pursue with my uncle’s planning on taking the lrt from glenmarie, stopped at Universiti station, took the bus en route directly to Midvalley. Once again, the jackpot hit on me as I just took half an hour, from Glenmarie to Midvalley, in just 30 minutes.

I WAITED THAT MUCH OF THE TIME FOR A BLOODY COMMUTER. GET A LIFE.

But, my boyfriend took the commuter because it is near to his house and it was directly took him off to Midvalley so I’M NOT COMPLAINING BUT, DO BETTER NEXT TIME I HATE YOU COMMUTER.

We watched Justice League and truthfully it was awesome. Wonder Woman is pretty as hot muffins out of the oven, and AquaMan is being a badass as usual. Flash has a really great sense of humour among all and SuperMan came back to life. I cannot wait for the next movie from them as they will be together with Guardians of the Galaxy. If that is not pure awesomeness, I don’t know what is!

That’s all from my trip at KL for a week.

Love yall readers!

X,

Dini Amr.

16112017

PREFACE

After centuries of procrastinating to update this blog of mine, has finally reached its end. The birds are chirping, the fog is slowly fading out, the sun slowly unleash its realness, and a soul. If were given a chance to choose between 20 million bucks or knowing my future, I'll pick the second one without a moment of hesitation. Or even doubtful feeling to not want to know.

Yesterday, I was agreeing to my dad about continuing my study in deg of event management; which surprisingly I was very talented in 'handling events'.

Yesterday, our neighbour, my brother's closest friend, whom I hate the shit out of his annoying for god sake 7 years old life, said my fried rice was the best fried rice he ever eaten.

Yesterday, all Anas wanted were to play his bike with his neighbour’s friends 'till the sun goes out.

Yesterday, Spot the Cat was lying on my mother's lap.

Yesterday, I was dancing my heart out in my own bedroom.

Yesterday, I was in my home.

Crying; Pleading; begging to the sky; with all the voices my little heart has,

"I don't want to move there, too."

I woke up today, on the couch, at my hometown in kuantan pahang, looking anxiously around the living room with our familiar stuff, with piles of plastic bags needed to clean up, needed to untie the knot and put in place;

I showed sober, but in my mind honestly all I was thinking,

Shit.

1. THE PHONE CALL

It all started with a phone call. Her cries and sobs were loud enough for me to understand the situation. The tense that is holding us up but we were too afraid to ask questions about it. Her voice in panicked actually weren’t loud enough, as always, but surely it makes both of us freaked out and ran upstairs immediately.

I couldn't catch my breath. I was holding my own breathe so that I can hear hers. She was wailing.

Now he must be somewhere at faraway state of the unknown; the news broke her heart into million pieces, tore her like a hot burning metal shoving down her throat. I could hear perfectly everything.

Her brother was already gone.

2. I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING.

It was definitely hard for my mum to fit herself alone without her siblings in Puchong. All of them stayed in Pahang, of course. After the incident, everyone was praying every single day that my mum will return and stayed safely here, with them all around. Stayed at their late mother’s house was apparently the best idea they can came out with ‘because the house wasn’t actually built for the ghost to make more...ghost babies.

Guess god blessed each one soul who prayed,

Because we fckg did.

Eventually, it all happened quiet coincidentally at the same time. The owner of our rented house decided to increase the house rent from RM700 to RM1k. Bear with me, my mum quits her job. Shall I add that this house was used to be my home; with broken windows, useless grill to protect us, broken locks, the bushes behind of the house with god-knows what the hell lives in there, the rats which are dying to know what I cooked that day, a non-stop breeding mosquitoes,

And tough balls of owner to tell my mother via ‘WhatsApp’ that he’s about to increase the rent, as soon as possible.

Since my mum quit her job, we apparently ate everything I could find in the fridge. I wasn’t complaining. I was there with her during tough times, even tougher than this. I thought I was beginning to become a vegetarian because we haven’t eaten chicken for like 2 months. Anas weren’t complaining, too.

He was helping, in his own ways. Obviously, we didn’t have enough money to pay for Astro, and our wifi so everything was cut down to having movies from which I downloaded and transfer it to our tv, with us eating the fried rice, or mee goreng and kuey teow goreng, or Maggie I cooked for us all. Oh and, jemput bawang. It was my cat’s favourite meal.

We couldn’t even afford to buy his cats biscuits. He clearly understands that, though. Every morning, once I come downstairs to make breakfast, he will go upstairs, climb up the bed, and sleep on my mum’s lap. It wasn’t a fun thing, but it was definitely a routine worth repeating.

It was so much fun as we all got creative about what we wanted to eat the next day. I became more thoughtful about how people who have a little amount of money to survive each day. The thoughts makes me wanted to do house chores even more because I was so grateful to have a house. Lots of other people became homeless at this point of lives but Alhamdulillah we managed to get it through.

I could feel chills in my bone after the incident. It was like, everything was perfect.

The sun was about to set. I was home. My mom was home. We watched Coraline and Mulan for the 998^th times. Still doesn’t bore me, or her. Spot was lying down on the cement floor. The sun flashed through our front door, created a perfect shade for it to lie down. Anas was so happy he can ride his bike without the help of others. I was so happy that finally we get the chances to clean up our house and throw away unwanted stuff, or sell some of them. My mom was happy she could finally get her peace of mind.

It was too good to be true.

It was like an endless routine.

It can’t be.

Life can never satisfy looking at me grinning at the sun, or the countless stars.

I knew I have saw its coming. I should have known.

But, of course, I just ignored my illusions of having the future vision that this all will end.

Well, apparently,

I do have vision of the future. What scares me the most is, the more I’ll try to ignore it, the more it became the truth.

It was unbearable.

The torture of an asylum was the situation of my head.

X,

Dini Amr.

One Million Dollar Baby

WELCOME BABY IM SO FREAKING BACK!!!!!

OH MY MARK-GE-GYYYYYYY SERIOUSLY IT HAS BEEN A FREAKING YEAR SINCE I LEFT YOU GUYS. UNATTENDED!!!!!!

WHY AM I SCREAMING. CAPS-LOCKING EVERYTHING IS CONSIDER SCREAMING, PEOPLE. 

GET THAT FACTS RIGHT.

A LOT OF STORIES NEED TO BE SHARE, NEED TO BE OH MY GOD WHERE SHALL I BEGIN. EVERYTHING IS LIKE HAPPENING ONLY UNDER A YEAR.

A FREAKING YEAR.

THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG POST, EVERYONE. SO CHILL OUT.

CAUSE I CANT FREAKING CHILLING!!!!

Hmmm... where shall I begin, ey...?

Alright, let us all starts right before I'm on my practical industrial training. 

I got a Dean List.

HAIL TO THE FREAKING QUEEN, BABY. AFTER A LONG... TIRED... AND SLEEPLESS NIGHTS... FINALLY BABY.

Okay. Kristen Stewart is an angel hotness. Trust me.

After all that studying stuff, I had to go to my industrial training for 4 months. Well, of course I was afraid of things that might not be well as I planned it to be. To work with finest chef, and to hear them bragging about themselves, to hear them nagging about what we did wrong, to hear those bad words like every single seconds,

So not cool.

But, yeah of course... in my industry, that is completely normal. All kitchen staff is similar to an army of walking zombies. They got their food by eating brains of the trainees, and the little ones. (Yulk.)

I got my 1 and half month holiday. I can't get into one of the hotels for my industrial training as I was stucked with the payment. So, I had to settle them first before I went on to my practical. All things done, let's get to work!

It was 18th of April 2016. Why do I remember this date so much? Cause it was meaningful to me. 

The first day of work. Yup, Aliah Dini is finally working long hours, baby. It all starts as I entered the Banquet Kitchen, (our banquet kitchen is really small since it was a new hotel. We had to prepare banquet dishes, a la carte, and breakfast stuff at the same place.)

And I saw my Western Demi Chef. With no idea why I was just standing there...

Of course, there was a bunch of work to do. But, this was the second time they had a trainee there... So... you just could imagine what the heck they want to do with me.. I mean I could help out something. But, they just, you know.. Still blurred.

And as days past by, I noticed that they are not too friendly. I don't know. Maybe afraid of the 'comfort zone' they were having.

Like zombies.

Where they just standing in a certain area, thirsty for blood, but no sign of human attended.

For the first month I helped out Banquet Kitchen. Cutting this, cutting that.. is my new routine of life. As I was doing those kind of job, I wasn't realize that our coffeehouse were almost done! And boom, a month later, the coffeehouse finally opened.

So the a la carte menu and western banquet will be prepared at the coffeehouse. While Chinese and Malay banquet will moved to the back of the kitchen, near Pastry and Butcher Kitchen.

The bad news was the menu started to change... And it was getting harder and harder. 

The good news was I had to transferred to the Cold Kitchen like cutting fruits, preparing salad, fill up the cereal jar and breakfast thing right after the bad news had begun!

OH MAN THAT WAS THE MOMENT. HAHAHAHA I'VE BEEN WAITING TO GET THE HELLA OUT FROM THE 'ZOMBIE ZONE' FOR MY CAT SAKE.

So I was spending my last month of practical in Cold Kitchen.

There was one time, where I had to be in evening shift, (3pm-11pm), and the all the breakfast condiments had already done by the morning shift, also my Demi Chef was at the middle shift so she doesn't have to stay back too long, with me.

So they passed me the works they asked me to do, and it was the easiest job task in the world, was given to me.

So the job tasks were:

-cutting 5 types of fruits with individually represents 3 plates

-refill the cereal jar

-2 bowls of lettuce

Yes, I was cutting 1 type of fruit for almost... 2 hours.

Yes....

2 long freaking hours I had took for 1 freaking type of fruit.

I went home nearly 4am that day just because of that freaking job tasks. I was assured to my Demi Chef that I was able to do it.. By looking how my Commis Chef and Demi Chef doing it were as if that was just a piece of cake to eat.

I WAS SPENDING MY DAY, AT THE KITCHEN.

Suddenly, my Coffeehouse Commis Chef. (he is my lovely boyfriend right now), helped me by cutting the fruits...

So I had done 1 type of fruits, and we need another 4, right?

He did it just less than an hour.

I WAS LIKE DA HELL?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Thank god he was there. Masheh Syahmie! 

I was feeling down... I wasnt able to cut the fruits right... To cut the sandwiches perfectly... To garnish on things... I was so frustrated. 

Until my days are over as a trainee....

3 days later, I was still part-timing for 20 days.

Guess what?

4 months working with my hands, my brains are struggling to understand everything, and my mind to absorb to those zombies, 

had finally turn me into a MONSTER.

4 months inside a womb. 4 months being a caterpillar. 

Now, not anymore.

I was able to do mini-buffet setup, to cut fruits of 5 types and slice it into 3-6 plates less than 6 hours, to garnish them wonderfully, to carve capsicum, tomatoes, and red chilies, and to do breakfast item before the clock reached 3pm.

Girl, I am worth the wait. The sucker of the pain. The intangible feelings to describe. The unseen product I'd hidden underneath me. 

Oh the feelings....

It was beautiful....

And that's how... I finished my Industrial Training and Part-Time days.

Love yall, awesome readers!

Dini