I’m in a horrid horrid stroke of bad luck.
The last straw has got to be the fucking fucking fucking FUCKING FUCKING FUCKING horrid stench coming from the manhole next to my study table. WHY THE FUCK WOULD ANY STUPID NO BRAIN SHIT ASS CONSTRUCTION COMPANY PUT A MANHOLE IN THE LIVING ROOM? NO BRAINS ISSIT? SOMEMORE THE STUPID AREA HAS GOT FUCKING CLOGGED DRAINS HENCE RESULTING IN THE HORRID FUCKED UP STENCH THAT IS DRIVING ME OH SO CRAZY. I AM OUT OF MY HEAD I TELL YOU, OUT OF MY HEAD!! It smells like fermented urine in some abandoned toilet along an old highway. I AM SERIOUS. Problem is, THIS IS WHERE I STAY!!!! I can’t wait to end my shitty 6 months hostel contract with the university and move out on my own.
I used to cover that hole with stacks of newspaper to absorb the stench(or so I hope) but you just don’t want to move and do some manual labour shit like shifting stacks of newspaper when you have like a stupid 1000-words literature review( YES, I still learn ENGLISH in University. OH GUESS WHAT! I HAVE TO TAKE MUET ON TOP OF THIS STUPID ENGLISH CLASS!!! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHh!!!!!!!), a long winded dentistry project, a STUPID psychology presentation(I came into dentistry NOT intending to do psychology. What the hell?) AND AND AND my actual important work like reviewing two lectures’ worth of notes is left undone.
Anatomy’s abdomen chapter so sucks. It’s like I have to refer to the medical dictionary 5 to 6 times in a 10 word sentence. The only words I recognise from the sentence are like “is”, “the”, “transverse”, “a” or “an”. ARGHHH!!!!!!
SHIT SHIT I STILL HAVEN’T HANG MY CLOTHES OUT TO DRY YETTTTTT…. I HATE THE SMELL OF THE DRAIN!!! IT’S STILL HERE!!!!
Let’s go back to yesterday when my day started to take a turn for the worst.
So I had on this skirt that had a slight slit up my thigh and the length of the skirt is like 0.01mm above my knees.
Then the stupid infamous security guard that all the hostel people hate said, “Eh, girl, come come,”.
Take note that this would be my 4th/5th/I’ve-lost-count time getting reprimanded for the clothes I wear.
I tell you ar, I wear sleeves on my arms also damn give face already. MY SKIRT IS KNEE LENGTH. WHAT’S WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?
Anyway I got defensive again and then the security guard was like, “You again, your dress code….*exasperated sigh* I don’t want to talk to you about your dress code already.” He then picked up the telephone and said he’s calling student affairs and he SENT me to Student Affairs so that they can review my dress code and tell me off.
This is me. Jolene Lai. I’ve never been sent to an office of any kind for diciplinary action. Not even in Primary school. Not even in Secondary School. Not even in national service. In college if you wear long skirts they will kick you out.(Just kidding, but miniskirt was like the uniform there.) BUT IN UNIVERSITY? OHMIGOD GIVE ME A BREAK LAH!!
Anyway, fortunately it was one of the nicer student affair staffs there that told me nicely that I have to adhere to the dress code. I was all defensive and I said that I’ve seen girls with shorter skirts strud in front of me and into the main campus BY PASSING the “watchful eyes” of the security guard. She said apparently the medical students’ dress code is set by the Malaysian Medical Council. R-ight. Got such thing ar? Enlighten me please, you medical students. (Yee Pei?)
Well, dentistry is in the medicine faculty as well. Okay, fine. But I just cannot tahan the way the security guard always gives me that look and the way he tells me off. It’s soooo.. ARGHHH.. like having a conservative parent to the power of one thousand!! The way he talks to me is like I’m a stupid child. It’s just a SKIRT for god’s sake. In front of the lady, I went into a sob story about how meagre my allowance is and that I can’t afford any new clothes.(This is bullshit because I am going back to Subang to buy some “decent” clothes. Clothes that even my grandmother(the one who passed away) would deem old fashioned. But maybe she would not have been that good an example because on the night she went into her brain haemorrage, she was wearing a tank top and complaint that it was cold. She had clothes that I wouldn’t mind wearing around the house. Serious!)
WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME? SO MANY GIRLS IN THE UNIVERSITY WEAR SHORTER THAN ME. WHAT IS THIS, DISCRIMINATION AGAINST TALL PEOPLE?!!??!
The stupid security guard came in to student affairs shortly after that. I glared at him but he avoided my glare. I went out thumping the door a little too hard(it was on impulse, I didn’t mean it) to open it. I know I should not have done that. It’s like road rage, on impulse. But it’s frustrating to ALWAYS be told off.
That aside, my luck with insects is seriously fucked up.
It’s bad enough that the cafeteria serves the worst food on Earth, I was *actually* thinking that, “Hey, maybe today’s dinner is edible after all,” after my 5th spoonful of
food crap, a cricket/cockroach type of insect fell onto my plate and crawled about in circles.
I was about to start crying. I had to throw my dinner into the dustbin.
My anger towards the roaches in my hostel was further fueled and after class, I followed Cze Yin to Tesco to buy 2 packets of combat – a cockroach bait of sorts. Each packet has six pieces inside and I stuck 12 of it all over the place. I have 4 in my room because they say I have to paste it within a metre of each other. Question, will I die with four combat stuck on the walls in my enclosed room? I bought an economy size packet of mosquito vapour. Whatever works.
I thought I deserved a treat at KFC with the good ol’ oily fatty sinfully delicious fried chicken(plus the skin! woot!) and devoured the entire cup of coke in Cze Yin’s car. My saliva was oozing out at the thought of sinking my somewhat-pearly whites into the chicken meat.
To my dismay, it was Spicy. Not Original.
I. Do. Not. Eat. Spicy. Food.
I. Paid. RM8+. For. Something. That. I. Do. Not. Like.
I. Remember. Saying. Very. Clearly. That. I. Wanted. Original. Not. Spicy.
I threw away the half eaten chicken after being unable to tolerate the spiciness that lingered in my throat.
The stupid roaches can probably come in from the window so the following day, I got Lie Yuen to drop me at the hardware store near my hostel. In the midst of all these horrible happenings, it was a delight to know that the hardware store owner converses in fluent English as he is also from KL. I didn’t know that at first when I was asking him if the wire mesh can stop cockroaches from coming through my windows. He repeated to himself, “Cochrite, Cochrite…” and I was like, “Er, cockroach. Ka-chat.” And he said, “I Know.”
I don’t want to seem like I was underestimating his english, but from his tone, I think I offended him. Oh well.
I now have a make shift mosquito netting thing covering my windows. I can’t afford to be scared of cockroaches for my entire duration here and sacrifice fresh air for my room while I’m at it right?
As I was typing this entry, a cockroach buzzed violently from fluorecent lamp to fluorecent lamp above my head. I covered into a fetal position and dialled Wuan Phing’s number(awakening the poor girl from her slumber, but this is a desperate measure) to help me. She came downstairs with a rolled up newspaper but by then we could not see the cockroach and could only hear the violent buzzing sound of its horrid wings.
Dead ants and similiar beings litter my bedroom floor. Either it’s the mosquito vapour or the Combat that’s working too well. I do hope I don’t end up like the insects. Com’n, you guys who read me are always quick to lecture me about how dangerous it is to cook with a rice cooker, that Punjabis are Indians et cetera et cetera, do explain to me how those combat things that you stick on the wall works. Quick! I don’t want my family to be educated about it instead(since the doctors will have to tell them the cause of my death.).
It’s my phobia for roaches that is to be blamed. It’s on overdrive, I’m telling you. Like I said, these days, even when my own hair brushes against my knees, I reel in horror.
One of the happiest things that will be happening to me soon would be my many trips home. I’ll be home every weekend from now until Christmas. I’ll be going to Vietnam with the family during Christmas and will be back in Subang Jaya from the 27th to the 2nd of January before Term2 resumes.