This Is What Every 4 Season Country Needs.

Heated toilet seats have already been invented!

http://www.biolifetechnologies.com/COCO6035RBidet.html

Now, if only Mr. Lee Shau Kee would fork out another 1 million (or however much it takes for that matter) to install these new Coco bidets in every single cubicle on every floor. *dreams*

Apparently, It Can.

After they finished their labs, I contacted Iris. And found out where the mysterious HW LG-3 was. I had to take the lift down and walk down the stairs further. !@$!@#!@#

FINE.

I went back to my hall as you know from the previous post that I had a book due today. I wanted to have a little snack of honey flavoured cereal with milk which I bought fro Wellcome. I thought to myself ‘yay! I finally get to open that carton of milk!’ And when I peeled of the protective thingy and was about to pour it into my bowl of cereal, I noticed the expiry date tag – 17-12-2007. ARGH! SERIOUSLY! I was practically yelling in my room and luckily my roommate was not in.

Oh and that’s not all. I had no choice but to use my Vitasoy as a substitute. As I was squirting it into the bowl, I don’t know what happened and some of it kena my boots. Soyabean-milk-soiled boots. Does have a ring to it, NOT!

If any more crappy stuff happens to me, I’ll really start believing that someone has used some voodoo witch craft, laying a bloody evil curse on me.

There’s a limit to how much ‘positive’ thinking I can generate. I am only starting to get the hang of this ‘look at the cup half-full’ mindset or whatever.

Damn it.

The Worst Week EVER aka. Can It Get Any Worse?

Let’s see. How should I even begin? Maybe I’ll list them down like a f*cking schedule+summary.

Tuesday:
My parents left to fly back to KL. I went with Maryanne for grocery shopping at Wellcome in the evening. Since I was going to be gone out for long, I shut down my notebook. When I came back, pressed the Power On button, 3 f*cking beeps sounded (1 long 2 short) and the whole display screen was dead blank. I tried turning it off and on so many freaking times but still that same horrible sound and nothingness.

Catch: I had a freaking Autocad assignment due the next day, and a Logbook due today. They were in my HD. And I didn’t back up all my files because there was no symptoms of my notebook crashing. F*CK. However, no excuse for me not backing up.

The amount of panic and desperation, you can hardly imagine. I called up my brother in Melbourne to ask him how I should proceed. He suggested I take out the hard disk and connect it to an external hard disk casing which I so happen to have! I thought I was saved. But oh no, when a hallmate helped me take it out and was ready to put it in the external hard disk casing, turns out they aren’t compatible. My notebook’s hard drive is SATA and the external hard disk parallel ATA. F*CK!

There was nothing I could do but to do the assignment all over again. I ran over to another friend’s place to get the Autocad installation CD from him and then rush over to Maryanne’s hall (who was so kind to put up with me and lend me her laptop to install and do my work, coz the ME computer lab was only opened until 10.30pm or something like that), paid HKD31.30 to stay over in her room. However, that version of Autocad could only work on Windows 2000 or XP and Maryanne was using Vista. I decided to try a solution suggested on the internet – preheat (turn it on, leave it running for >30 minutes) my notebook and try restarting it. Miraculously, it worked! I backed up all my files into my external hard disk, but did not do so for my songs (15.5gb) because I had not enough space. *sob*

Wednesday:
Worked until 5.30a.m. before getting a little sleep. Woke up late for maths which was supposed to start at 9.30a.m. I thought that it was useless since I’d be sleeping in class anyways and decided to go back to my hall to print out my work.

When I reached my room, only did I realize it was Thursday and my roommate had classes and I forgot to bring take my key when I was rushing to Maryanne’s place. I had to pay another HKD5 to borrow the key from the lobby. F*CK. And when I was finally in my room ready to print out my work, my freaking notebook wouldn’t boot again. This time, preheating it did not work anymore. F*CK. So, I had to go back to the campus to see whether anyone had printing quota for me to borrow. But like me, everyone had used up theirs. Luckily, I called up my jongmate and she had some. Thank god.

Thursday:
Had classes. There was a guest speaker from ICAC during one of my lectures and followed by a quiz. Luckily, the quiz given by the guestspeaker was quite simple. Felt like ‘Dao De Jiao Yu’ all over again. Ethics. Anyways, finished class at 4p.m. rushed to Tsim Sha Tsui to look for the HP Service Centre with the invoice of the notebook which arrived in the morning (mum DHL-ed it over and it cost RM70.00. F*CK!). Finally found the place after 30 minutes of roaming around, trying to find Star House on Salisbury Road. The servicing had to take 3-5 working days. I’ve heard people saying in online forums that HP has very poor service. They usually drag on for weeks and stuff like that. But I hope that’s not the case here in Hong Kong, and that the people here are really what everyone thinks – efficient. *prays hard*

Went for dinner with Maryanne and Daphne, a ‘threesome’ outing for Valentine’s day. Haha. I was so worked up that I didn’t even care that I have an unfinished logbook. I really really wanted some oncoming bus to slam right into me whenever I was walking back and forth from my hall to the campus. We had all-you-can-eat Korean BBQ in Causeway Bay which we had to wait for like more than 30 or 40 minutes? I don’t really remember, because I was ‘with good company’ (quotes Maryanne). Anyways, when we finally had a table, they told us that we could only eat for a time limit of 1 hour and 15 minutes. F*CK. We rushed to get meat and side dishes. The food was plentiful and satisfying. But when the freaking bill came, it was HKD 144 per person instead of the displayed price HKD 118. Rupa-rupanya, V-day’s price was HKD 124 per person and there was another HKD 20 for tea money. Now, I know why my brother advised me to always read properly before signing anything in Hong Kong. Damn it.

When I was back at my hall and checked my receipt for the collection of my pants from G2000. It was ‘14/2/2008′. And I was ‘ …… ‘. If I had checked my receipt before that, I could have collected it straightaway before having that BBQ. ARGH!

Today:
I thought class started at 9.30a.m. and rushed over to campus. When I tiba-ed, the class looked weird. The lecturer was another person, and there wasn’t a single familiar face. I held the classroom door ajar for a moment, faces turned, and I quickly scrambled back out. I thought there was a switch in classrooms and I panicked again. I quickly called my class rep and rupa-rupanya I saw the timetable wrongly – classes was at 10.40a.m. F*CK!

And now, why am I sitting here narrating on my horrible past few days? It’s because I can’t freaking hell find where is HW LG-3 and my fellow lab partners are there which means that they can’t receive any reception on their mobile phones so I am unable to contact them to find out where the hell it is. I thought it was in HW 1-16 but rupa-rupanya, it was amended to HW LG-3. *screams*

Oh, and… I just found out I have a freaking book due today, and I’ll have to walk all the way back to my hall to get it and all the way back to campus. F*CK. And I was thinking of staying here to do my next Autocad assignment.  

If my day gets any worse, will someone please take a gun and shoot it right at my head. I really can’t take this anymore.

KILL ME.

So long.

Since I’ve updated this blog of mine. I thought I would be blogging a lot more than I currently am with the whole overseas-studying thingy going on. I don’t know what it is whether its there’s not that much excitement, me being ‘too busy’ or just plain lazy. You tell me.

I just went through a very stressful phase the past couple of weeks. The realisation of how incapable I actually am, how I achieved practically nothing through out my whole life, I can’t even speak in front of less than 12 people without stammering and having my mind totally go blank.

Another high table dinner just a few days ago. I suddenly discovered to what extent I loathe social gatherings, parties with people I do not know, basically strangers. I do not see why people would like to dress up in uncomfortable dresses, shoes and suits which are very impractical in this freaking cold weather. I do not get the cocktail session where you’re supposed to mingle around with people you don’t give a shit about but in the end everyone just goes back to their own clique (the whole point being….?). Don’t even get me started with the people sitting around me and I really really mean AROUND me, front, back, left, right, 45 deg, 135 deg. They all know each other and they talk AROUND me. I’m just too tired to even try to strike up a conversation because I know just how it’d go and end – “Where are you from?” “Malaysia” “Ohhhh… How come Malaysians know how to speak Cantonese?” “We do have Chinese over there mar…”. Once, it even stopped at the “Malaysia” part.

I do not really care if you think I’m a whiner or whatever. One thing’s for sure, I am not sociable. I rather be left alone if I have to work to get into one’s circle and yet still feel like outsider. Do not pity me when you see me sitting alone during lectures.

Another thing which I hope would burn in hell are the fucking formal suits. Why would anyone want to be dressed in such constraining attire. Honestly.

Despite everything above, I still have some enjoyable ocassions here. Recently, one of them that brings me joy is my jongmates. Before the campaign, I really thought I could die if I continued to maintain such relationships with them. But after the whole campaign (even thought I had to stay 40 hours awake), it did bring us closer together. Brought out a little craziness in me which has been suppressed for super duper long time.

Another is my Malaysian friends. Met up some from Poly U the other night for steamboat, even though we didn’t talk much, but the whole thing felt like I was home again or something. They were really nice and funny people. Eating Magnum ice-cream outside 7-11. Weird but nice. (I think the all-you-can-eat steamboat buffet had to do with the joy I got out of this outing too! :p The plates of beef and flower pork!)

I have so much to do this semester and I am not sure how I am going to cope with it. New stuff to learn, studies to catch up on, basketball practice which I do enjoy very much despite the lack of interaction because my Mandarin sucks, Music Club functions etc.

I f*cking love and hate my life both at the same time!

p.s. Sorry for all the vulgarness which appears from now on. I’m tired of pretending to be decent and proper.