Shit Puddles Along the Way – Not So Little Girl In A Reverie

It’s not like me to post so few and far in between.

I’ve been on this wild good chase for The Internet Connection. It’s great that the only help I needed from my father to apply for a phone line and streamyx was his permission, supplementary card and IC number. Other than that, I did everything myself. I even walked three rows of shops during my lunch break to the TMnet centre to apply for a -thank god- phone line.

since I was doubtful about my area actually having Streamyx, I decided to use the Tmnet prepaid plan, which is quite an ingenious idea that I never knew existed! The only thing wrong with it is the rates. I mean RM20 and you can’t even use it for more than 15 hours. That’s like, not even a day. I have formed a complex with streamyx and it is irreversible. You know like an enzyme-substrate complex? Haha.

But I decided that RM30 for a starter pack was okay, albeit a little steep. But whatever it takes to fill the void, I’ll do it. I even bought a RM20 top up card. So, fine, after they installed the phone line the following day, I immediately punched the given username and password in and waited for that nostalgic screech from the conventional modem. It was like magic when MSN and Explorer could run. I was so happy!!

There were instructions on the Prepaid card to register, and I thought, “Huh? Why register? I’m online already liao what.”

After half an hour, the connection timed out.

Nonchalantly, I tried to re-connect.

After 12176624 redials, my heart fell to my stomach.NO INTERNET!!! NoOOOoo.

You know the feeling when you anticipate something so bad and it comes and then it crumbles in your own hands because you are so so so so stupid?

I should have gone to the given website to register my account. If I did, I would not have to save this blog entry in my computer before uploading it onto my blog tomorrow(thursday). If I had the internet, I can say things like, “The biggest joke of today would be the mistaken identity of the ear squatting chinese woman. It’s just so funny how all the efforts to strengthen ties with China wasn’t even really required in the first place. What about the chinese translators placed at the airport? LOL”

But I can’t. So, I don’t get to participate in the hype of yesterday’s news. 🙁

Hence, I connected to the uni’s local area network and completed the activation, gave myself a pat on the back and left the card with all its details in the anatomy hall(where I went online).

I thought I was able to go online without a worry already.

I came home, had trouble again, called up the hotline and they were very nice about it. They even asked me for my serial number and card number …and guess what? I found out that I lost the card. NOOOOOoO!!!!!!!!!

The shit stirring event of the day would definitely be me bumping into our good friend Mr. Security Guard. You know how I usually get reprimanded for what I wear before I ENTER the campus? See, this temporary campus has a main campus facing a row of shoplots(where the cafeteria and my other classes are located) and I was walking along the shoplots area making a trip from my lecture hall to the generic lab above the cafeteria. I won’t try to defend myself this time because what I wore was a white sleeveless top with straps so thin I’m amazed it is even visible to the naked eye..but anyway…the new twist of events to the entire securityguard-my clothes-me chronicles is that he reprimanded me OUTSIDE of the campus. I know it’s still campus grounds but NOT ONCE has it happened before for a guard to stop someone OUTSIDE the campus. Oh god.

He just gave a sigh and said, “ID.”

I was like, “But sir, my coat and ID is upstairs.”

I’ve decided to take on another approach. I was freaking bitchy the previous time, it’s time to berbodek.

“I don’t want to talk to you about your dress code already. Just give me your ID.” he huffed.

So after alot of wheedling and begging, he let me off the hook for ‘one last time’.

I said my thanks, promised that I will always my jacket and called him an asshole shit face fucking monkey bedebah under my breath as I turned away.

As soon as I got back to the Generic Lab(where the wonderful wonderful internet connection is), I emerged from my jacket like a true rebellious butterfly. Ahh! For god’s sake this is Malaysia not fucking Alaska. Will the damn security guard pay for my rash medication? I don’t think so.

As Li Shen keeps saying, “Ngo dei lei Kedah gom loi, sui gom lui,”(We come to Kedah so long, sueh so long). True lah!! Not a week goes by without anything to piss me off.:(

But I have to be thankful that my house’s feng shui is not as bad as my other classmates’ just down the road. For 4 consecutive weeks, each of the girls got dumped by their long term boyfriends one by one. Suddenly, 3 years, 4 years etc etc don’t mean a thing no more once long distance comes into the picture. I’ve got 4 decent single girls as friends. Anybody interested?

Bad luck aside, … OH. Who am I kidding. How can I forget to blog about this one incident over the weekend that made me and my classmates swear to scrub ourselves raw with pamelo leaves?(Non-chinese: Bathing with Pamelo leaves wards off bad luck).

It’s the mother of all bad lucks.

See, on Thursday night, we bought our bus tickets for 2.30pm on Sunday. When we reached Pudu on Sunday, a fierce old Chinese Uncle screamed, “ALOR SETAR!!! ALOR SETAR!!!!” at us. So we meekly followed him out of Pudu to a really nice looking bus and assumed that he was pissed at us because we were a little late. (We were there on time, for the record.) We made our way to the comfy seats at the back and put our extremely heavy bags(each one of us had a laptop each, it’s not funny) away. I rest my head on the head rest and waited for the engine to roar. Almost immediately, a conductor asked us to get out of the bus.

He told us that apparently the bus we were on was overbooked and that we had to wait till 4.30pm for the next bus. We were outraged!! We booked like three days in advance and we get this shit?! If there were no spaces left don’t sell to us lah right?? Anyway, Li Shen was the fierce one among us(I know all of you would have thought that I will always be the fiercest woman ever) and kept saying, “tak boleh tak boleh” to the bus driver. She claims that that’s the only Malay word she remembers from school. HAhah. But anyway, we finally gave in because the conductor said that it’s not his fault as his duty was to make sure that the buses flow in and out of Pudu properly.

We went back to Counter 47 to give the stupid ticket man a good piece of our mind. But it wasn’t the same guy and he kept saying that it wasn’t his fault and that he can’t do anything. Li Shen said, “If it’s not your fault then why are you sitting here?” Grrrr. No sense of teamwork, some bus companies.

We were already half dead because the bus dropped us outside of the platforms which was quite a long walk away from the station itself. Then we had to climb some stairs and CLIMB somemore stairs to get across the road. We went to KFC to chill and to wait for 4.30pm to come around. I don’t care liao, I look horrible whenever I hunch but this time, I was walking with a 90 degrees posture and my face upwards(in case I bang into people) with the most fucked up look I could ever muster. I WAS FURIOUS. You cannot imagine how heavy my bag was. It was so bad that all of us had aches the following day. Tsk tsk. I treated the girls to some snacks at KFC so that all of us will cool down a little more.

Then things started to look brighter. As always, after a fun weekend, my classmates will take my camera from me to scour through the many photos.

My single guy friends back home who appeared in my last photoblog would be happy to read this. Poh Yee, this classmate of mine, saw Kevin’s photo first and squealed at how cute he was. I insisted that he was not single, and belonged to a good friend of mine, Liss. But when she saw him again she kept asking if he was single. LOL. She was in denial!

Then I told her, “Haiya! I show you somemore! Very good one!!” and proceeded to show her somemore. She was satisfied with almost all my choices! LoL!!

I sounded like a pimp wei..hahaha.. “Gentlemanly, soft spoken etc etc..” I listed out their good points and their name and age. HAHAHA. Poh Yee’s eyes widened happily.

Among the lot, her favourite was E-Guy(she raved about you alot, E-Guy!), Chun Meng, Kwo Kuang and Joshua! From the single guys lah!

It was just so hilarious that my camera was like a brochure of cute guys for them to browse through and have their pick. LOL. They got so worked up arguing which guy was cuter than which guy and me sounding like a hamsap old pimp trying to market my imported gigolos, with the Ah-Beng VCD seller accent to boot. Hohohohoh.

Anyway, it was good fun to ease off the tension caused by the irresponsible Pudu bus people. Grr Grrr.

Maybe not everything is made of shit… the Streamyx people called me. Streamyx is coming in a week’s time!! Please pray that shit does not happen again.

Random photos again:

Camwhoring with Lydia..