Complains

1. my back is aching like a.. ahem. aching!
2. i did the biggest load of laundry in my ENTIRE life omg. half my wardrobe is in the dryer now.
3. i had to hoover (vaccuum) my room cos there was just SO MANY pcs of STRING!! what on earth it's doing there and where it came from i really don't know!!
4. i had to change my bedsheets and and it's so freaking difficult when the elastic part is at weird places like the top and bottom and not at the corners! why ppl who make it (i k e a) so stupid dunno how to make proper fitted sheets!!! and the bed just WON'T be placed back in the same spot eventhough i keep pushing it and pulling it but when i push the top the bottom with senget arghh!!
5. i ate a full full dinner (read: rice with chicken tikka masala and fine beans), and then proceeded to munch like HALF a pack of crisps (but it tasted so yucky why la grr), and THEN drinking my oily (but SO GOOD) punya jagung soup. BUT I'M STILL HUNGRY i even feel like eating instant noodles with fried egg and all that!
6. AND MAKING THE JAGUNG SOUP!!! i had to cut the whole corn and then i didn't know and had no idea that corn is just SO hard to cut!! naturally i didn't bring my big ass parang to UK la.. (cos no knives allowed on board and a parang is just too heavy and it will make my luggage exceed it's already overweight weight limit) so i had to press press press the knife with my palms so that it will cut!!! BUT NO!! it didn't really cut! i had to BREAK it with my bare hand! wtfwtf. and then that's just the "smaller" end of the corn. when it got to the BIGGER THICKER end of the corn, i totally gave up and just cut off all the kernels and boiled the cob in the soup as well... now my palms still got red lines like i tried to kill myself but didn't know where to cut aih.
7. NOT ONLY THAT i forgot to PREBOIL the chicken before i put it in the soup T.T i might just die of bacteria infestation or something. aiyoh.
8. when my load of clothes is done being dried, i am going to have the time of my life carrying it upstairs again, sigh :( and then in the process i'm probably going to bacteria-infest my pajama pants on the way...
9. AND! duh lah if i'm doing a BIG load of laundry i have nothing else to wear but my pajamas right right? (eh, my pajamas not skimpy like yours ok HARHAR) so i have OCD when i came to great britain ergh, and then my pajama pants had to brave OUTSIDE wind and touch the laundry plastic bags and then EVENTUALLY touch dirty clothes and then since my pants all kotor already i just decided to sit on the table in the laundry room lah. so RIGHT after i finish a big load of laundry i have ONE pajama pants to wash -_- tell me is that not wasteful??? -_- aih.
10. i got presentation to prepare for and an exam that i MIGHT just not do very well in because... well.. because i just cannot (dowan give reason la cos ppl will say that i'm giving myself excuses). and then my room will probably get dirty again by then (because pcs of string tend to just APPEAR on the carpet!!!).
11. oh and while i'm at it! after i shower i hate that i have no bath rug (buying a good soak-up-water kind is like 9 quid wtf?), and all i have is this weird mat that i bought for 1.50 but DOES not soak water! you know what the texture is like ah? it's like car punya mat like that you know -_- yea like that, then imagine it being a bit thinner. so weird right! maybe it was meant to be an outdoor mat la hor.

btw let me tell you story.


i went to open up a bank account about 2.5 months ago la right. and then i went to a few banks but they all turned me down! you know why ah? cos the uni printed my sungai buloh address as my "term-time address" in my status letter. i mean, HOW BODOH CAN THAT BE RIGHT?!! i'm an INTERNATIONAL student, so how can my term time address be in SG BULOH?? you mean to say i can take a flight home after class everyday meh?!

ya so anyway, i finally wanted to give up when i saw ROYAL BANK OF SCOTLAND. so thinking that these ppl are scottish la right, and they probably won't care much bout the semantics and polyphonics wtv wtv, that they will accept me (and my money) to open up a bank account loh.

AND THEY DID!
wah so nice right?

ya and then, about like 2 weeks later, no news. i'm supposed to get mail with my debit card la, my bank number la.. all that la. but still nothing wor! at first i thought it was the royal mail post strike, so all letters could not be delivered to me. but even after a month it's still a no-show! then okay la they called me ask me to come in to finalise details (ie: give signature bla bla bla), and so i did just that. i summore bring passport and status letter again in case la...

BUT they gave me trouble, was rude to me, bloody racist as well, and then made me go back there dunno how many times to go and "finalise details" bla bla bla. say i never bring what they require la, so i cannot this la that la... and this bellboy (dunno what he is lah) kept saying "i'm sorry but it's not my fault because i wasn't the person who served you."

then about 2 weeks ago, i went back there to complain kao kao, and then you know what they told me??? SERIOUSLY! i've never heard of such a thing loh. not even in Msia! hoiyoh. super angry.

they said my application fell off the system.

NO FREAKING JOKE!
wtf?! lazy say lazy la. forgot say forgot la! -_-

then bla bla bla i went there made a fuss - demanded this that this that. then the fella who served me kept saying "i'm real sorry but it's not my fault bla bla bla bla bla" (their favorite sentence- maybe in training to be staff this is the sentence they have to memorise). in the end i told him off

"it's never going to be anyone's fault so just get me my account and i'll be very grateful thanks"

and i walked out.

and this was 2 weeks ago.
i think the fella don't like me cos i chuin him (and he (more like his company) was also insulted by my companion who went with me whom shall remain anonymous for specific reasons). until now i still don't have bank account.

SIONG anot you tell me? -_-
racist selfish rude arrogant lazy liar!
TSK!

so on thursday i'm going to Lloyds TSB to go open bank account.
and for the record, i got the proper status letter to open at ANY english bank i want.

and then i can bank in the TEN THOUSAND POUNDS my dad told me he'd give me. he promised to! hahahahaha.. you believe meh? i laughed at my dad when he told me that. then he also laugh. how nice it is to DREAM.


stupid ROYAL BANK OF SCOTLAND!
HMPH!




that felt well good! :D
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