My Life Is A Living Hell

5 reasons why my life is a living hell.


1. MOST IMPORTANTLY. I'm living without my mommy and my daddy and my sis. Sniff. This is so horrijible! I think of them every nanosecond of my miserable life, and I miss them so so much. This sucks. Seventeen-year-olds should NOT be sent away from their family. They need nurturing. They need support. They are so fragile and suggestible and innocent CORRECTION: I am so fragile and suggestible and innocent it's a miracle I survive a full 10 days in this middle-of-nowhere place. I need mommy's bedtime stories. I need daddy's comforting pat on my back. I need my sister's loud and boisterous noisy laughter.

Wait. I don't think I need the last one.


2. I'M STARVING PRACTICALLY 24-7. In my school, food is a very sad story. I don't know if chillies are cheap in Ipoh or what, BUT THEY LITERALLY PUT CHILLIES IN EVERY SINGLE EDIBLE THING! Speculation is that they are trying to make everything LESS edible. *shrugs* So yeah, my stomach has to endure all the pain. Summore we have to PAY AND QUEUE for our meals, not like it's the most logical thing in the world. Back in Kuching, Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner are BEGGING me to eat them. Sheesh. This is so saddening.

Plus, I have no place to cook my own stuff. I tried cooking maggi mee using hot water with an aluminium can. When I returned from doing my laundry, the noodles tasted like sponge. Gah.


3. And YES, I HAVE TO DO MY OWN LAUNDRY. The first few days I was here, I had to wash my own clothes in the bathroom. As in, the FILTHY bathroom. I see a) hair, b) bodies of an impressive diversity of insects and c) MANY A LOT OF HAIR! Even HAIR has its own multiformity. We have straight ones, curly ones, straight but not so straight ones, curly but not so curly ones, straight but a little curly ones etc etc. Imagine the terror I had to undergo every day when putting my clothes on the BATHROOM FLOOR for washing. I WAS LITERALLY TRAUMATISED! After that, I would have to use my very pretty and delicate hands-fingers to squeeze the clothes dry. Dry as in really really un-wet can almost be worn kind of dry. Outcome: peeled skin around fingers and hands - ugly and disgusting.

Luckily, after a few of our blockmates used the sole washing machine downstairs - that was to ensure all the previous collected dirt and mould during semester break were stuck to their clothes - I was finally able to rely on the machine instead of hand washing all my stuff. BUT STILL, I have to hang my clothes in my room (putting them under the sun is inadvisable as it rains A LOT here) for them to dry.

I call the decorative theme of my dorm the New Age Underwear-and-Shirts-All-Over-The-Place motive.


4. During my 10-day stay here so far, I'VE WALKED MORE THAN THE TOTAL OF WHAT I DID FOR EIGHT WHOLE MONTHS DURING THE HOLIDAY. They say, 'The freshies' hostels and the academic buildings are in walking distance.' True, because one will definitely reach the academic buildings by walking, AND BE OUT OF BREATH AND SOAKED WITH SWEAT LIKE A PIG!

The hostels where I live I tell you, are one of the FARTHEST and OLDEST buildings in the entire campus! Walking to ANY OTHER PLACE in the campus will take more than 15 minutes. And I swear 15 minutes is extremely near. Crazy shit man. I have to master a plan so I can persuade my mom to send little Kancil over. 5 years of walking, and I'll get thinner and thinner until I'm entirely gone from the face of earth.


5. LAST BUT NOT LEAST - NO WLAN IN MY HOSTEL! I will have to suck whatever remnants of bandwidth which is mercilessly hogged by other people living near the source all the way to my hostel. When it's raining, don't even think of going online (although I'm still not entirely sure if the weather is correlated to the wireless connection).

So yeah, with no PC (which GOOD NEWS! is coming tomorrow btw) and limited Internet access, I'm stuck in this perfect epitome of obsoletism, forever unknowing about the outside world.


And I'm so pathetic I have to blog using the IRC's PC.

HELP!

Leaving!

YES. I'm leaving in exactly 8 hours from now.

At first it was excitement. Then I felt grateful. After that I was nonchalant about the situation. Now I'm nervous and empty.

Okay. Actually I'm full. Haha. My dad brought us out for dinner at The Junk today. Sort of like a celebratory dinner, I guess. Dad: OMG YES finally getting rid of that son of mine. Hallelujah! WE MUST CELEBRATE!


Mum and dad.


Me, excited about the dinner. Hehe.


Elaine and Clement.

Nah. I think my family will miss me very much. Aiseh. True what. I'm so funny, and jovial, although sometimes my emo-ness can be quite unpredictable. And on the other hand, I'll miss them too. When I need food and money, that is. :P

And I'll miss chatting until 2 or 3 a.m. with my BRF in the WWW, and getting lectures/insults from my 'frienternal' grandma every now and again. I'll miss all my friends and my school! Hate the ********* btw. But my clique rocks. Kinda. Haha.



I'll miss my dogs (but I definitely won't miss feeding them). I'll miss my bed, my pillow, my blanket and my baby bolster. SO I've decided to bring my pillow, my blanket AND my baby bolster with me! If only my bed can be folded.

I'll miss Kuching food. LAKSA! Not so much of Kolo Mee though. I never really like it. TEH C SPECIAL! And my mom's cooking! Sighening. I'm worried that I'll get very slim and good looking. Cham. I'm so anxious for the girls out there right now.

And finally, I'll miss Kuching itself. My very safe and pretty hometown. *hesitates* Okay, maybe not so safe. Since one student got chopped by some crazy robbers just not far away from my school. People are getting crazier by the second! Police should totally patrol around secluded neighbourhoods, instead of just waiting at the traffic light. You know what I mean. But I digress. Haha. Yeah I'll miss Kuching. At least it makes me FEEL safe and protected. Big hug.

Goodbye Kuching. Sniff sniff. I'll never forget you.

*turns around* HELLO SCHOOL! :)

I. Am. Screwed.

I'm screwed I'm screwed I'm screwed. And angry. In fact, I'm so angry my brain is having an implosion. YES. OMG.

Because. I ordered a Vostro 1510 last week. I initially wanted it to be ordered only when I'm at school. But then the very nice and generous and helpful and omnipotent and omniscient cousin of mine said he could help quote unquote fix my PC before I leave Kuching. And hence the last-minute thing.

And today, an unsuspecting day I must say - because the world is painted with beautiful colors and you can see ponies running around, eating rainbows and pooping butterflies - an email is sent to a very happy and unsuspecting Eddie. From the Dell company itself.

It says:

Dear Eddie Chang, this email is to inform you that your order is still in the process of assembly, and we aim to deliver on or before 13-Aug-2008.

And I'm leaving when? THIS FRIDAY!

*ROARS*

WHAT THE EFF!? Don't dear me! You still have the nuts to DEAR me! GEEZ. You told me it would be sent within 8-12 days! And now you're telling me you AIM to deliver it on/before the 13th of AUGUST?! AUGUST?! IS YOUR COMPANY FOR REAL!

Sheesh. So looks like I'll be computer-less for the next one month. Life will be a living hell I tell you.

Heck. Life IS a living hell, if you really think about it.

I'm so screwed.

ADV: Wanted

Chyeaah. Like Hollywood would pay me for ads or something.

Geez, I haven't been posting for so long, it took me 8 minutes and 23 seconds to figure out my UserID. Holiday makes you (or rather, ME) 1. fat 2. stupid and 3. ... did I mention fat? Le sigh.

So yeah, I'm gonna do a very serious advertorial for Wanted the movie. Gratis. So that there's at least something on my blog.




*yields in defeat before the ridiculously beautiful creature* Aphrodite should kill herself. Like, seriously.


Okay, the action was good. A lot of guns, explosions, and fat men getting shot in the head. And there's so many kick-ass killing machines all over the place. Those fraternity of assassins were SO cool, they could twist their bullets to hit a person hiding behind an effing pig.




THE FRATERNITY
Tagline: When we kill, we wear as little clothes as possible.


The cast was good. Angelina Jolie was good. In fact, Angelina Jolie was the only reason I wanted to watch that movie. ... *shifty eyes* (Geez, okay I wanted to see James McAvoy. Happy now?) Back to Angie, she's such a hotty mommy yummy. Her face was so perfect it was a no-no to put her in the convenience store scene. I mean, isn't there posh supermarkets like Ta Kiong that she can go to?

*coughs* Ta Kiong is posh for Kuching standard can?

Anyhoo, the screenplay went totally down the drain. I can hear Mark Millar scream when he's watching the movie. Everything is so... 100-meter-sprint-esque. Too little moments, preposterously fast-paced, and way too much unnecessary detail. Like the one time when James McAvoy was sniffing some guy's tuxedo. No shit!

And for those who have watched this movie, did you not find it weird that Wesley found nothing when he googled himself?



Geez. Even I found myself on Google.com. In Samantha Sii's blog. Haha.