I brought the laptop to the ASUS' service centre at the top floor of Lowyat Plaza. After almost an hour waiting for my turn the desk staff finally managed to check out my laptop. I told him the problem and he tried to use his adapter to power the laptop and to my surprise, the mangkuk hayun came alive. The staff then told me that even if the problem persisted afterwards, I should only come back after a few weeks because the problem, he said, was likely the screen, and the stock for screens weren't available until later. I told him that the drives didn't also run when the problem happened, and he said it could be the motherboard then, but maintained the suggestion.
I made two mistakes there. First, I should've asked him to turn the laptop off and on again and see if it would power on and if didn't, leave it for repair straight away.
Second, even if there was no stock, I should have left the laptop there and just wait until they fix it and call to pick it up. Would've saved me 2 trips.
Thus, I had to go the service centre again last Sunday, about a month later. I woke up late that morning and the tiredness from yesterday's 6-hr drive from Trengganu hadn't really got off the system but screw it, I couldn't stay in bed anyway in this hot, humid weather.
Anyway as much as I thought it was a miscalculation on my part I must admit that maybe that was just God and his mysterious ways. By a happy coincidence, I bumped across two very old friends from Sekolah Ibrahim Fikri (SIF)*, where I did my lower form. One was my classmate and another was a senior fellow prefect.
The classmate and I were stuck together from Form 1, we were close and belonged to this clique of several boys who made up the class' top performance quotient (ehem ehem) which was why we were offered to better places after PMR. I was offered to ASiS, others made it to several SBPs, MRSMs and some were content with staying. And unfortunately and weirdly given our formerly strong bond, we failed to reconnect over the years.
As the delightful encounter revealed more to be talked about, we brought the chatter to a nearby mapley. I planned to take them to Noorul Iman but since we were all in a sense of urgency, we settled down for the mapley just in front of the Imbi exit. Indeed, we had much to catch up. They came to KL together, invited by a mutual friend. I could only relieve when none of them hasn't tied the knot yet, I would be gutted if I wasn't invited.
Later on we excused ourselves to get our businesses done. It was a very fortunate event. Catching up and lepaking are the two things I love to do. What more if my partners decided to foot the bill. :)
*Sekolah Ibrahim Fikri was the name used in the old days, until today the school is better known by its acronym SIF although 'Sekolah' is replaced by the generic prefix SMK. SMKIF sounds dull anyway right?
