Just when I unable to reach for idea and inspiration to write on my blog, than KABOOM! Another day with a string of unfortunate events, God must hate me very much as God have been torturing me so hard for the first semester of the degree. I sit on the sofa and lay on head on the fist, then I am using my critical thinking skill combined with self discovery to rewind everything happened. Based on my imagination if I ever write a book based on the first semester, this book would sell like hotcake and I may make a movie deal to convert it into a film. It is will be so good as it is better that Twilight 1, 2, 3 and 4 all added on together. Why? Do I have to pay a visit to the temple to change my luck? Or hire a Fung Shui Master to rearrange the furniture.
I feel like the man with the bicycle. Alone to face the wrath of nature, but mine one will make the blood spill out from your eye balls. Is there another reason why UTAR staff getting complaint from so many students are completely coincidence? The irresponsibly behavior of UTAR staffs must be really tolerate in the school. A month ago I paid money to attend the art class in CEE department to improve my drawing skill and the class started two weeks later. However, the course was not well received and they had to postpone it. Fine, I can wait and I busy with my schoolwork too. Yesterday, no one ever called the class started as I need to prepared my art tools and bring it to the school. Today, around 5pm they called my cellphone and ask me to join the class. The call has my eyes brawl out for air, if my eyes need to breath. So they can't call me yesterday to confirm the class, they must be really busy. Guess what, the class only have 5 students. Yap, only 5 students. Would it killed them to pick up a phone to dial a series of number? So there I am, sitting at a corner and playing my smartphone game to wait for the art tools as staffs told. And solution is I have to borrow from people around the class. Whoa, this must be a very unforgettable experience, I don't know why I didn't flip the table on the spot. So I use other people's tools to paint a couple of silly portrait and I request to leave, rather then walks around like a dumb person.
Chinese Brush Painting is a very relaxing and calming activity. Words of the CEE staff.
Next, my DIGI prepaid has been a pain the butt, it is finished so fast and 60 ringgits credit run out in one week. I decided to change to Hotlink. I want the same digits and they just help me to change the company. I have to wait for almost a whole day for them to open the line. Last one is the WORST, my smartphone screen is cracked! NO!
The stupid Xiao Mi Mi3 smartphone is so fragile and I am so regret to buy this shit in the first place. This is horror for me, no smartphone to use and I am blaming my younger brother since he convinces me to buy this made in China shit in the first place. I have only use it for two weeks only. I should have pay more money to get an iPhone or Sony xperia. I need to wake up early and rush to the service center of Xiao Mi to get this mess wrapped and cleaned.
I really do draw inspiration from this bad luck chain that tangled around my body. No matter how hard life can be, the show must go on. When life give you lemon, you got to make lemonade, lemon biscuit, lemon pie and lemon anything cuisine out of it. I have to endure my life without smartphone from now on. I have to contain my anger for UTAR unprofessional staffs for mess up my schedule. The impact of this inspiration is I have to turn the table to see things from different perspective. It is partly my fault as I fall for trap of cheap product from China. You get what you pay for, so don't buy China made smartphone if you don't want to pay a visit to their service store to queue and beg for repair service. As for action, I going to toughen up myself as you never know when the next storm is going to come. I will pay more attention and focus on my assignment as the death line draw nearer and nearer. I probably need to read more online review before purchase another smartphone to avoid similar incident.
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