The cafeteria owner strikes again. Yesterday, she told me off for wearing too short shorts to the bloody cafeteria in front of a long line of other people. I mean who is she, the disciplinary board? And even if so, WHAT discipline?! The rule book did not state that I cannot wear anything I want outside of the campus.(The cafeteria is detached from the campus). In fact, the rule book said that we can wear Bermuda shorts and etc during sports and after uni hours. Sheesh. Like for heavenÂ¡Â¯s sake
, itÂ¡Â¯s just shorts. I was not running around in a bikini or a tube or whatever. I mean you just donÂ¡Â¯t tell another adult off for wearing something Â¡Â®undesirableÂ¡Â¯.
Yesterday she approached me when I took her (yucky) food and she said, “Why your pants so short? Do you know that you cannot wear so short?” Then I told her that I didnÂ¡Â¯t know and she said, “Are you a new student? Next time cannot wear so short,”. I was scared lah because I thought she was some high ranking admin person in the university. Turns out that she was the one I was supposed to pay RM1.50 to if I wanted an ice-cream. So exactly what is her position to instill disciplinary advice to me? AND ONCE AGAIN IT’S NOT AGAINST THE RULES. If it was, I would’ve been told, right? If I have the chance, I will ask the students affairs department about this.
Today, when I was paying for my ice-cream, she said to me in an exasperated voice, “I told you already, your pants are too short.” Wtf?
“Oh no, THESE are longer than yesterday’s. These are not AS short as yesterday’s.” I replied, quite angered.
“Yes lah, but don’t be too short lah.” She said again.
“I’m sorry but I have no longer shorts. There’s nothing much I can do about it. The rules did not say anything about us not being able to wear shorts. It only said that I can’t wear shorts during classes and library visits.” I tried defending myself.
Just at that moment, good ol’ Jamie walked by and she said, “Yea, itÂ¡Â¯s not in the rule book.”
“I don’t know lah, but the guard will scold you if he sees you in shorts,” the cafeteria owner said.
“Uh-huh, this is the cafeteria what. Not like IÂ¡Â¯m going into the university at this time also, right?” . I manglished.
And with that I walked away to bitch to my friends.
HOW CAN LIKE THAT WAN???! I HATE TO BE TOLD OFF FOR THE THINGS I PUT ON MY BODY. This will be considered as a discrimination against ugly thighs if anything. It’s like telling a fat woman, “Oi, donÂ¡Â¯t wear tube can or not? Damn fat wei.”
Sorry lor if my thighs are not a nice sight.
Very short meh?
Anyway, mo liu photos from my hostel:
L-r: Wuan Ping, Me, Lishen
Posing with smiley biscuits.
Me pretending to be hardworking.
Panning cute with Lishen.
I don’t think I’ve shown you my room?
My cupboard and my clothes dumper.
My bed and the mess that surrounds it.
l-r: Wuan Ping, Lishen, Cze-Yin
Xiong Khee raiding the fridge in our kitchen
Lishen’s Legs My legs