This is a blog post for ‘Happy Moments’ Contest.

I’m going to blog about Monash University Malaysia Transition Camp 2008 for medical students (what a mouthful!). I know it’s super late already and no I’m not going to use the cliched ‘Better Late Than Never’ excuse to save my derrière. Instead, I shall post LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of photos to make up so feel free to steal the photos (for personal use only please). Sorry dial-up users (like myself).

Walking out of the hostel that morning, I wasn’t too excited about the camp. But turns out, I don’t think anything can top this event yet since uni started. It was a BLAST!!

This year’s transition camp was at Port Dickson and we stayed at PNB Ilham Resort.

Here’s a breakdown of my happy moments!
#1 Sleeping on Beds is Better than Sleeping on Sand

The first thing that comes to mind when I hear the word ‘camp’ would be TENTS. Setting up tents and sleeping in them with blankets on soil and grass would be my first impression of a camp. So when we first arrived at the resort, I was like “errr.. ok.. no way they paid for this place. We’re so going to be sleeping by the beach on the shore.” I became even more sceptical when they asked us to drop our bags in a room first. I was dead sure they were going to chuck our bags somewhere (or steal our stuffs like what my friend did at the camp he organised) and leave us out in the nature. Okay yeah. By now you should know that I have very elaborate imagination (which is a nice way to say I’m paranoid).

View from the apartment

BUT I WAS WRONG! WRONG! Being wrong had never felt so relieving wth. Soon before long, they started handing out keys and 2 persons were to share a room with 2 beds. YAY! No squeezing with unknown people who don’t shower during camps. Just kidding. Every room had its own shower. YAY AGAIN! LOL. OMG Suddenly I feel so happy just for saying yay.

Living room with dysfunctional tv. LOL

Housemates. Jarret and Yu Long

Evening view of resort

Night view of resort

But apparently, we didn’t spend much time at the apartments/units. We were just there to change and shower and sleep. And I don’t think I slept more than 5 hours for any one day of the camp. Thank goodness my eyes weren’t too swollen for contacts because I forgot my glasses!

#2 Games make me happy

I am by no means an athletic/sporty person but I seriously seriously love games! The telematch was so much fun imo.

HOP HOP HOP. I don’t know why I look like I was in excruciating pain.

FLY carpet! FLY! FREAKING FLY ALREADY CAN???!!

The water volleyball thing was really fun. Some of the groups were so good they made me want to go to sleep and come back the next day because the game seemed never-ending!! It was fun to watch even though we didn’t make it to the finals. *sour wth*

Anyway, we still won the telematch in overall wakakakakakaka.

My lovely group with our hamper I still think our rendition of ABCD was great *in denial wth*

SOMEONE PAID ME 1000 BUCKS TO DO THIS! I SWEAR!

#3 The Right Amount of Nature Makes me happy

Just in case you didn’t know, I actually happen to like jungle trekking. Admiring trees which look totally the same but are labelled differently is SO MY THING! Okay that was a sarcastic remark. But honestly, I do appreciate nature. So let’s just indulge in the beauty of sunset for a moment.

Beutiful people who outshine the sunset wth.

Woops! Jacinta blinked! L-R Jacinta, Yvonne, Rebecca

Me and Y-Von.

Too bad we couldn’t wait until half the sun was swallowed by the sea. It was still beautiful, though. Let’s do it again some other time!

I actually do like jungle trekking although all the trees look the same to me. It was very tiring and challenging but I actually thought it was pretty fun. Besides, these legs of mine were made for walking (besides posing wth)!

A few photos from jungle trekking. In the middle of clutching onto tree branches and stabilizing myself on mud, I still had time to snap photos! LOL

I think that is a honeycomb or some sort. *sakai* It wasn’t my idea! Sarah asked me to snap a photo of it!!

As evidence that we walked really far, we actually jungle trekked from Negeri Sembilan ALL THE WAY TO MELAKA!!!! Are we record breakers or what? Proof that we were at Melaka: Presenting… PARAMESWARA wth

Nola. That’s not him. But we did walk all the way to Melaka because apparently, PNB is located just next to the N9-Malacca border.

#4 Discovering Camwhores in Medical School

GOTCHA!

OH HOW SHALT I EXPRESS MY EUPHORIC FEELING TO THEE? I wasn’t expecting this at all. I always thought medical students would be a bunch of freaky nerds who only take photos once in a blue moon like during huge events when they manage to isolate genes that make people pretty wth.

Stereotypes. They never fail to amuse me. Apparently, there is a gunny-sac-ful of camwhores in medical school! A trip to the beach was all it took to find out.

6 5 4 3 2 1

Nonetheless, I must say their style of camwhoring is rather… well… unconventional. I think it’s somewhat a good thing I haven’t met Evonne that time because everyone’s memory cards combined wouldn’t have enough space for our photos! LOL.

Sarah, Nick and Grace

It’s them again

Look! It’s them again! Surprise. =.=

What did I just tell you? Hahahahaha. Cute.

The evolution of man. =.=

Nope we didn’t stop there. There’s A WHOLE LOT MORE where that came from.

*smiles*

WE WERE SUPPOSED TO LOOK ANGRY HERE GUYS!

I think Grace said that I looked like an anime character (I wish (( )here. And yesterday someone made the same remark about me.

Oh gosh! I think this was supposed to be ‘looking innocent’.

DO YOU GUYS WANT TO KNOW WHY EVERYONE HERE LOOKS GOOD EXCEPT ME??! Well, after we took the photo everyone was like “nice nice” and walked away. T_____T Obviously, they only looked at their portion of the photo. Hence… okay whatever. I have a lot of good photos lor. *defensive wth*

#5 Making new friends

I saved the best for last. Of course, making new friends was the happiest thing that happened during camp. Back in the days of college, as far as possible, we always try to stick to the same group of friends we’re comfortable with. We promote the universities we have our eyes set on to them so that we can go to the same university, same course if possible, and then we can rent an apartment and share our food and walk to uni together everyday.

Pinch yourself and see if it hurts. Dreams don’t always come true. Consequently, making new friends could only be the best thing that could ever happen at a new place like this. Even if none of us is perfect. Even if they call me a drama king. Even if they don’t really like the grey shirt I got from a SUPER HUGE SALE. Even if they have issues with my poser photos. Even if t

hey think that I’m too tall and skinny (bitter people!). We’re still friends regardless.

Me and Jarret. Who cancelled his flight tickets to Hong Kong because he didn’t want to miss 2 days of classes. WHY?????

Grace, who lives in Klang. LOL super random wth. Eh! I miss calling you auntie la. Maybe I should start again!

Tim, who always ferries me around DDDD

Lactose-intolerant Rachel who eats chocolates. The beauty of paradox. My eyes look damn small here But then again, my eyes are really damn small la T_______T

Gim Ling and I and her watermelon.

Sarah and her lala pose which is SO NOT LALA.

Nick, who’s only going to vote for me if I include him. I just realised has a lot of striped shirts! Patrik mentioned it actually.

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To those I didn’t mention in this post, THIS WILL NOT BE MY LAST POST ON MY BLOG so please be patient, okay? As long as I’ve taken a photo with you, chances of you getting here will be VERY VERY HIGH.

More happy photos in larger groups

By the pool. Patrik! Nah! Got your pic already.

I don’t know why people at the back are even bending. It’s not like we were blocking anyone.

Sweet memories ps. Don’t even bother looking for me in this photo.

If you’re reading this with a friend, turn to him/her and say “I’m so happy to have met you ”. Unless you’re not. Don’t be a hypocrite. Be happy!

CYA!

XOXO

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Despite being the extremely ignorant person that I am, it was really hard for me not to notice this World Vision event that was going on at Monash University because:

A. I am studying at Monash University after all.

B. There were posters at every notice board about the event.

C. They handed out flyers to EVERYONE.

D. The exhibit was SO HUGE it clogged the concourse area, disallowing anyone with a waist size of more than 200″ to move freely.

Who COULD have possibly missed it?

Not me.

And I’m glad I hadn’t missed it because the whole experience was very moving. Not as emotional as I’d anticipated but very moving nonetheless.

So what exactly is this ONE LIFE thingy?

One Life Revolution (OLR) was organised by World Vision in collaboration with Malaysian Care and Majlis AIDS Malaysia. (Yes I copied this from the banner below – left)

Basically, it’s an event to raise awareness about child trafficking and AIDS. The problem is actually more serious than you can ever imagine. Approximately 2.3 million children are suffering from AIDS and in the past 30 years, trafficking of women and children in Asia has victimized over THIRTY MILLION (30 000 000) people! For all you know, the kid you see happily eating ice-cream at your neighbourhood park might be suffering from it.

Once you enter the exhibition (after lining up for 15230 hours), it’s like you’ve entered another world. Away from the concrete ground, you will then be walking in the footsteps of another child. The exhibition takes you through a journey, and the lives of these oppressed children will unravel before your very eyes (and ears).

Take a step at a time and you will be able to:

#1

Like they say, seeing IS believing. In OLR, you’ll get to look at the lives of these young children suffering from child trafficking and/or AIDS through their eyes. Seeing things from a different person’s perspective just won’t cut it. Stories tend to always change when they’re passed on from one person to another. You HAVE to see things through their eyes.

The whole place was intelligently designed to get you in the mood by letting you partially see what had triggered their sense of sight before. And trust me, everything seems more serious and more of an ordeal when you’re going through it yourself.

I found myself staring at the four walls, browsing through the photos like an automated zombie. No I wasn’t just a passerby admiring the photography. I was Srey Mom. I SAW it. Photos of ‘myself’. Photos of ‘my family’. Photos of ‘my life’. And I must admit that the portrayal was pretty empowering.

#2

Before you enter the exhibit, they’ll put headphones on you and attached to the headphones is an mp3 player. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL THEM. Pick a language and start the journey. You can choose either English, Malay or Mandarin. The recorded tracks on the player will tell you what to do. Step through the curtains when told, sit on the bench when asked to. What you hear will complement what you see. It’s not just one sense working overtime. The narration guides you through what happened back when the children were suffering all the way to how they survived it all. If you haven’t given much though about the issues, hear what they have to say now. The highlight for me was when they started playing Mary J. Blige’s ‘One’ at the end. It’s so peculiar to actually feel so drawn towards a song I’d never really liked.

But to be perfectly honest, the success of the whole experience depended much less on what you hear. At times when the character speaks up, things start to feel a little fake because after all, the emotion they were trying to portray IS really hard to be executed by little actors.

Anyway, the recordings will help you through the labyrinth so PAY ATTENTION to them!

#3 Most importantly

The whole exhibit isn’t just a walk-through thing. It seriously is almost as good as getting first hand experience *touch wood*, just that it doesn’t leave a scar in your past. Of course, when you’re trying to experience all the evils the children had to, you can’t expect the place to be all BRIGHT and SHINY and LOVEY DOVEY. The ambience of the whole exhibit is not at all restaurant-like. The compartments were small (beware claustrophobics!), the lights were all dimmed and the place kind of reeked of plywood and paint. I looked closely around and discovered that the place was designed in a way to replicate the original. When there’s supposed to be a rubbish bin, you see it before you. When there’s supposed to be clothes hanging around, that’s what I saw. I felt like Mr Scrooge on Christmas Eve, you know the part when he saw everything happening around him but no one could see him. It was THAT realistic! Kudos to the props.

Towards the end of the session, you’ll arrive to this clinic where you’ll get your test results. That just adds to all the realness of it all.

Do you know how it feels to be labelled as something your entire life?

I shall stop here before I start spoiling the whole thing for you.

DO SOMETHING:

After the journey, you may generously contribute to them.

For every RM 5 donated, you’ll get a car sticker.

For every RM 15 donated, you’ll get a pair of flip-flops.

And for every RM 20 donated, you’ll get a t-shirt! (To all you SUPERFICIAL peeps out there, the t-shirt is POLO! As in the brand..)

[ps. i don't know where the proceeds go to (most probably to World Vision's funds but I can't confirm) but the shirt's nice! ]

So what are you still waiting for??

One Life Revolution is coming to MidValley!!!

Go take a journey in the footsteps of a child! And if that’s not enough, you can queue up again because there are actually THREE different stories of THREE different children!

Best of all, admission is FREE!! Isn’t that everyone’s favourite word??

For more info, go to http://www.worldvision.com.my/

EDIT: It’s not too late. One Life still hasn’t gone to KB and Kuching!! Faster plan your weekends wisely!

XOXO

The people of the world like things to be short and sweet so I shall just keep this post short but maybe not that sweet.

It feels pretty good to be blogging once in a while like this. With no main idea, no bashing and stashing, no hidden messages and no absolute purpose.

For a while, it felt as if my blog was turning into a food blog due to all the eatery shops I’ve been to and that’s why I tried to balance things out a little with some article-like posts. I have so much in mind I want to blog about but time is really a limiting factor for me. There are just too many things to talk about. I still have tons of food I would love to share. This month was (and is still) all about EATING. All my money was spent of EATING and EATING and MORE MORE MORE EATING.

TO ONCE AGAIN PROVE THAT I’M NO SHOPAHOLIC, I DID NOT BUY A SINGLE OUTFIT THIS MONTH OK?!!

Today was SUCH A HECTIC DAY! Didn’t know so many things could happen all in a supposedly normal day like this. I’ll blog about it some other time. Today alone, I have 116 MB of photos. Thanks to Daniel who was holding my camera. *points fingers wth* I was going to state that he’s a talented amateur photographer after he took my current profile photo (as you can see on the right sidebar) but apparently, the odds of him getting a breathtaking photo is sadly… 1 in 100. ((( SORRY DANIEL! I’m sure you’ll still make a good doctor though. *sucking up wth*

Gosh there’s just so much to talk about. So I think I should stop here before I start yapping away because apparently, a lot of people were intimidated by my previous two posts. HMMPH!

By the way, TO YEAR 1 MONASH SUNWAY MEDICAL STUDENTS, IF YOU ARE REALLY SERIOUS OF STARTING A FOOD BLOG, PLEASE DO LET ME KNOW!! We can open a joint account. And we can help people count the food calories also wth.

Oh another issue I would like to address is about HOW PEOPLE GET SO EXCITED WHEN THEY SEE THEIR NAMES ON MY BLOG. I hope nobody’s pathetic enough to ctrl+F their names on my blog. (Even if you did, please do not admit it to me. It might leave a scar on me of you forever and ever wth.) Anyway, according to Catherine, it makes her feel ‘so appreciated’.

So in no particular order, I shall name drop!(This time people from Monash only k?) (Nick is so going to say I’m a copycat) Nick Sarah Grace Chiu Yi Rachel Tim Jun Yet Jarret Catherine Yvonne Evonne JoAnn Daniel Samantha Cheryl Wai Beng Stella Michelle Hui Ruan Jacelyn Rebecca CS Christine Han Sheng Veman Ni Yi. If I forgot to mention your name, please don’t be offended OK? Except Patrik because I left you out ON PURPOSE. *evil laugh*

Cya!

ps. the smartest guy in school is staying at the condo!!! 16th floor people!! I think.

EDIT: I can’t express how proud I am of Leona Lewis!! Bleeding Love is No.1 on the Billboard Charts!!! Keep keep bleeding love yo!

Sorry about the title. It’s either that or “Procrastination and I are Siamese twins who got separated by birth and now it’s back to haunt me”. Take a pick and I might change it.

I was supposed to type this post long ago but oh well, I procrastinated. The angry post wasn’t supposed to be THAT long but I guess I KIND OF got carried away. But today I am DETERMINED. I feel obliged. I am going to finish this!

I learned the word when I was in Form 3 (Sorry my vocabulary super limited. 14 baru learn procrastination lor) but procrastination and I started way before that. In fact, I don’t think I’d realized what I was actually doing until I learned the word. I had just been surrendering my time to procrastination subconsciously and it was a parasite in me that just kept sucking out the hours and minutes out of my life even up to this point.

Everyday I pray that someone would declare it a disease already so that people could start searching for a cure. An antidote I am still dotting for.

I don’t know how I picked up the habit but I just couldn’t shake it off. I remember during one of the most inspirational talks I’d been to, Dr. (… OK I forgot his name but he was really good LOL) said something about getting rid of habits and how it is so hard to do it. A habit comes as H-A-B-I-T and even if you try so hard to get rid of it, you eliminate the H and you’ll still have A-B-I-T (a bit). You try harder and when you finally remove the A, you’ll still have B.I.T. Best of all, you almost reach the finish line, you take out the B, and you find out you still have IT.

Yes, it’s utterly de-motivating that what he said was actually true. Nonetheless, it doesn’t give me an excuse not to rip off the habit off my skin. I’m going to do it and I’m going to start tomorrow wth. Oklah. I’m gonna start today la. Like RIGHT NOW. I’m not going take a break anymore while typing this. I’m going to be focused on this right now and will not sleep until I finish typing this post.

Yes, I am THAT determined. Don’t you bring me down.

I just procrastinate without realizing it. When I’m reading a book, I just stare into blank space and let my thoughts wander around. When I’m listening to music, again, I just let my mind entertain blankness and void. When I wake up in the morning, I spend time staring at the ceiling, as if it numbers to the lottery jackpot would appear on it miraculously.

Procrastinating was something I did most when exams were nearing. Any exam, for that matter. I remember back in the days of PMR, they had this countdown board at school to remind us of how little time we had left before the first paper started. I took my time. I was neither anticipating it nor fearing it at first. The days went by and soon enough, the number dropped from 200++ to 100. That was the turning point for a lot of people. I remember how the teachers would scare us with mathematical methods, telling us that if 100 were to be divided by 7 subjects, it’ll only leave us with approximately 2 weeks for each subject. 2 weeks to cover a 3-year-syllabus. 2 weeks excluding the time we spend bathing, eating, peeing, daydreaming, yada yada yada. Is that sufficient? Doesn’t sound enough, does it? But I procrastinated nonetheless. It got so bad to the extent that on one of the days where we had 2 papers on the same day -one morning, one afternoon- I only started preparing for the afternoon paper after the morning one. I think it was Geography. Such a painful experience.

In Form 5, SPM was seriously like ‘THE BIGGEST THING IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, SO BIG IT MADE THE SUN LOOK LIKE AN ANT’. At least it was that big for me and my other schoolmates. Please don’t give me the ‘AIYA SPM NOTHING ONE LA. WAIT TIL U GET TO UNI’ prep talk because can you actually deny that SPM didn’t mean much to you? Did you not prepare anything AT ALL for your SPM? Did you, at that time, already know that even with excellent SPM results, you’re not going to skyrocket into space? (This is not directed to the people who took UEC before SPM)

Now I would like to share with you the funny little things I did during SPM and the time I was in college.

As usual, I was procrastinating the whole time I was in Form 5. It’s a blessing I had been attentive in class that time. I caught what the teachers taught and seldom felt sleepy. Ok that last part was a lie. I always felt sleepy but I don’t think I’d ever slept in class when the teaching process was on. I think it’s the age factor. I was still young. As you grow older, your ability to direct attention towards something just deteriorates. I think it’s relatable to how sometimes you feel like your parents don’t listen to your whole story, and always jump to conclusions after the first 2 sentences.

When did I start preparing? I don’t remember actually. But judging from how I had to deal with things, I would say it was really late.

Throughout the whole examination period, there were many sleep-deprived times. Burning the midnight oil is not something created for me. I’m just not a very nocturnal learner. I go for the other alternative.

Exams normally started at 8am/9ish. 4am and I was up and running. Sometimes even 3am and I had my lights turned on. SOMETIMES I even leave the lights on before going to bed so when I open my eyes I’ll feel rejuvenated to start studying again wth. OMG WHY AM I SAYING ALL THIS?? How do I wake myself up THAT early you might ask? OH YOU HAVE NO IDEA MAN! I think only my family members would know how hard it is to actually wake me up. I’ll cut things short and tell you generally that it takes 3 snooze-button hits before I even think of waking up. But I was desperate. So I PSYCO-ED MYSELF LOL!

Call me whatever you want. At that time I would set my phone to be 4 HOURS FASTER. NOTE: 4 HOURS FASTER!! THAT’S 240 MINUTES FASTER!!! 14400 SECONDS FASTER OK!So when it showed 0700, the actual time would be 3am. That’s how I psycho-ed myself. Of course, there were many times when my brain outsmarted my wits and psycho-ism. These were the times when I wake up in anxiety, flipping through the pages clumsily while trying to block out my fears. I don’t know why did I put myself through that. I BLAME IT ON PROCRASTINATION.

Things got better when I entered college. I think more than a month before the final exams started I already found myself staying back at school or going back on weekends. Truth be told, studying at school didn’t really work for me. But I believed it had this psychological effect on me, telling me that after I’d ‘studied’ in school after school hours, I’d somehow feel ‘smarter’. OK I MAKE MYSELF SOUND LIKE AN IMBECILE WTH.

The A-Level exam period was so stretched but thank goodness there wasn’t much screw ups. I am also very grateful that I managed to wake up early most of the time, and it saved my live when one day, I GOT LOCKED IN THE TOILET. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before but anyway, that day I was going to sit for Chemistry Papers 2 and 5. Paper 2 would start at 9 and thank goodness I woke up around 6++ (due to complicated reasons). That day, the doorknob of the toilet of the room I rented screwed up and I couldn’t open the door from INSIDE THE TOILET. I couldn’t climb out of the window because it was shielded with steel grills. I banged on the door so hard and had a split second thought of breaking the whole plastic door with a broomstick before my sister came to the rescue.

OH WHY HAVE I STILL NOT LEARNED THAT DOING THINGS WAY WAY EARLIER IS ALWAYS THE BEST??? WHY WHY WHY???

In one way or another, I can be proud of myself because the only time I procrastinated that time was when I woke up in the morning on weekends. I would sit in bed and listen to Delta’s latest album (which is great btw). On repeat . 2 to 3 times before getting out of bed. LOL.

Apparently, procrastination and I still haven’t parted our ways. A few days ago, it took me 7 hours to write my application essay. IMAGINE THAT!! The essay was only about 30

0 words by the way. BUT IT TOOK ME 7 HOURS!! And this visibly super long post is taking less than that. I’M FINALLY PROGRESSING!

I believe that getting rid of this extremely bad habit that I have is going to take more than just my willpower. I know I need to exert force and pressure onto myself. I’m going to take one step at a time because I believe that’s how it should be. When you teach a person how to ride a bike, you just don’t push them forward because they’ll only travel a few centimeters before falling. Step by step, run along with him as he rotates the pedals and soon before long, the wheels will be in his full control. OMG I SOUND SO INTELLECTUAL THOU SHALL WORSHIP ME WAKAKAKKAKAKA

This journey’s going to be a long one. I’m not a quitter. I don’t wanna have a defeatist attitude. I’m starting it right now. If you’re with me then… SCREAM YEAH!!! wth

A LOT OF XOXO wth

Photos from last Friday. The theme was ‘Cap/Hat’. I’m posting them here because I dunno where else to post them up at. hehehe

The cap practically covered half of my face OKAY? I can tell you that I’m actually Tom Cruise and you can’t actually prove me wrong, can you?

Nick, me and Grace. I can totally imagine great photographs on the lamp thingy.

Catherine, Sarah and Nick. Lazy wanna edit this pic cuz I’m not in it muahahahaha so evil wth

Lazy wanna edit this pic cuz I look silly.

Actually I’m just too lazy to edit the photos because people wouldn’t notice it anyway. Like in the photo of Nick, Grace and I, both my legs were supposed to be bent. Can you tell?

Cya!

More XOXO wth

Before I tell you how angry I am about all the useless living souls in this world, please allow me to rant about my printer which I kinda love dearly. IT’S SO SLOOOWWWWW.. The other day when I was printing my lecture notes, it was printing sooooo slowly. I can seriously scribble faster than it wth. I even had time to shower AND fold all my clothes before it finally finished printing the final piece. I would be in denial if I told you I can fold clothes very quickly. And I was only printing 3 sets, mind you. Which was about 20++ pages? JUST IMAGINE HOW SLOW IT IS!!! But I’m still too stingy to spend 10 cents for each piece to print at school and I bought a stack of really lousy paper and wanna finish it quickly so I can buy another stack of better quality paper. WAKAKAKAKA.

Warning: SUPER ANGRY POST AHEAD.

You have been forewarned.

Question 1: Does it cost RM 10 000 000 to fax one document from KL to Miri?

Question 2: Woah. Does it?

Answer: No. But it feels like it.

This morning, I was riding happily and smoothly on the road to achieve euphoria after finding out classes were only going to start at 9am today. 9am is considered late already since classes normally start at 8am. But I decided to wake up at the same time (7.30am wakakakakaka) because I needed to fax my ONE PIECED IELTS result back to Miri so that my mom could help me send in a complete application and yada yada yada.

Anyway, by 8.40 (zomg so late already LOL) I was already at the hostel management office, politely asking if there was any fax machine that I could use before thanking the guy at the counter politely. (WHY AM I SO POLITE??! Oklah. I think I forgot to thank him LOL) Apparently there is one! Nonetheless, it was at the other office and the office was still looking very mysterious, with no lights turned on, and all doors locked. The other office would only open at 8.30. It was 8.40. YAY at Malaysian punctuality!

As I waited, I saw Yvonne walking out of the lift and tagging along were Hui Ruan, Michelle and Stella. (Yes it is necessary to mention all their names because some people get uber excited when they see their names on my blog and then they start reading from that point) They were making complaints about their rooms and hopefully, they got entertained.

The feeling of joy came in a huge blow and almost swept me off my feet when I saw two ladies walking towards ‘the other office’ before unlocking the doors and then, they turned on the lights. (By now you should already know that I’m a drama king) I approached them and asked if I could use the fax machine to send ONE document and this is the reply I got:

"Sorry we don’t provide such service. You should go to Student Services and ask them."

I kind of expected that to happen already since it is OK for them to have personal phone calls 10 hours a day at work, it is OK for them to MSN during work, it is OK for them to slack off before their butts even heat up their seats to go for lunch way before lunch hour but it is NOT THEIR JOB to help a hostelite in need.

I walked to uni in a swift because like they said, maybe I should go to Student Services to get it faxed.

8.55 came. I entered Building 2 and off I went up to Level 2. Rang the bell for attention and asked if I could use the fax machine when a lady came out of a corner.

"Sorry but we’re not allowed to do that" was what she replied. Even after I told her it was only ONE copy. Even after I told her it was URGENT. Even after I told her it’s only ONE thin document.

Excuse my language but WHAT.THE.FISH.

Is this what I paid 40K a semester for? Out of the 40K how much of it is the breakdown for student services? This is what I get in return? I don’t expect to have all year long free courier service. And no, I don’t expect free donuts (totally random but I saw them at the office eating J.Co donuts) But to think that I can’t even FAX ONE SINGLE DOCUMENT WITHIN THE NATION just bangs me on the head. REAL.HARD.

I’m not that hard to please you know? When the bus that came to pick us up for the medical contact visits had seats that looked like this:

I was fine. At least they didn’t make us take a cab there ourselves.

What I’m not fine with is WHAT IS SUCH A HASSLE about helping students fax out their documents?? Does it kill 50% of your puny brain for pressing those buttons? Does it break your nails when you try to fit the paper into the machine?? Does it take 3 seconds off your life which you saved for gossiping anyway??

Fine. It’s not free to fax out stuff. Charge us then. I don’t mind. 20sen? 50sen? RM1? RM2? As long as I get my things faxed out.

Sometimes the human brain just amazes me to an extent I can’t even contain myself.

Told my mom I couldn’t send it in before 9 and that I’ll look for a fax machine at other places. Later on, she told me she’d spoken to a lady at the hostel office and that she’d agreed to help me fax out just this one time.

HAH.

Pressure from parents. I have no idea how much time they actually spend telling each other how spoiled we at the condo are or how dependent we are of our parents, but if THIS is what it takes to do the job, HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO GET THE JOB DONE OURSELVES? I’m sure they attend to complaints about leaking airconds and broken mirrors, so what’s the big deal about letting a hostelite just FAX OUT ONE SINGLE DOCUMENT? One single document that probably wouldn’t even give a reading on a weighing scale. If I have to get my parents to do everything for me, how would you expect me to be independent? If you keep patting our heads and holding them down, how are we supposed to ever grow up?

Hallelujah they actually agreed to help in the end, though.

Lunchtime came at 12 and I was supposed to walk back to the hostel and get my document sent. Gave them a call and found out the best thing to ever happen had happened.

The fax line was down. (Yes you may all laugh now if you’re a emotionless pig)

Thank goodness I hadn’t taken a step out of the uni! (Yes you may all laugh now if you’re a friend)

Alternatives, alternatives, alternatives.

Walked into my favourite place, the library to check if they had a fax machine. Nada.

Walked towards MUSA lounge to check if they had a fax machine there. It was locked.

My mom called the education agency to ask if they had kept a copy of my IELTS results, and was told to get an extra copy from British Council. If not mistaken, it costs RM20 to print out a new cert and besides, I took the test in KK.

(Btw, most education agents, I said MOST not all, are skanky bitches who forget all about you once they’ve cashed in their commissions. So you better do your own applications)

In the end, I found my saviours!!!

ALINA AND GRACE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SPARING ME 10 MILLION BUCKS FOR AGREEING TO HELP ME FAX MY IELTS RESULT!

Oh no. I have to end this abruptly because it kinda took me longer than expected to type this post.

Very angry now so no random photos and hugs and kisses.

No XOXO wth

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Oklah. Since the internet is down (for me only /wooo) I shall add random photos and save this down as a draft.

No I wasn’t trying to jump out of the window. This is where I spend all the lonely lunches at. And yes that’s how I sit there too staring out of the window to admire the stained walls of the building.

Wah. My photoshop skills super great right? Like got light from outside the windows some more and the kitchen looks so freaking clean. Wait til I post an un-edited photo of it la. And the rest of the unit.

Cya!