Runaway from Home

OH HARLO!

Okie, where should I start from.

I almost thought that I won't be blogging. To be honest, I didn't even remember blogging as a thing in my life. Not a hardcore blogger and the habit of keeping a diary/journal has quite died off.

Until one random afternoon of 2012, the blogging bug crawled out from debris of my young spirit. Yesh, I think my young spirit is dying or perhaps dead and I feel that I aged at least 10 years since graduated wtf. But graduation was just 6 months ago. T____________________T

So my new year resolution shall be "let's be young again!" successkid.jpg

But the new year didn't quite kick start in a good way. Cause..

IMMA ON A RUNAWAY!

Yea, I ran away from home.

Cause of the damn stupid upgrading works that caused the whole house looks like THIS!

All covered with dusty plastic sheets.

The upgrading works are supposed to cover the toilets and pipings in kitchen but somehow they made the entire house looks like under renovation. Bravo!

I was so angry when I reached home late than night after one whole day of battling at works only to find the whole situation is like 1000x worse than what I had imagined. It was supposed to be a small section of upgrading works, at least that was what I thought.

And they gave us this piece of shit.

The temporary/mobile toilet that looks one zillion times worse than public toilet here!! PUI! It is dirty, full of sands, disgusting toilet bowl that you just can't make your butt stick on it and the shower with hot water that can burn skin (okie, this one may be exaggerating but I was freaking pissed off!) and no there is no option to turn off the hot water.

And I spent that night alone in this uncivilized house.

I started to become slightly imbalance and overwhelmed by the feeling of injustice (okie lar it was probably topped up with the effect from works and that I had to clean my dusty room before I could finally sit down and rest after a tiring day)

So I decide to add this to my new year resolution --> stop being a kind-hearted soul lol

I texted the agent a long paragraph to vent the imbalancy stucked in my heart. Else I probably couldn't sleep well that night FML.

I was always too afraid to speak up even though I thought I was right. A kind-person wannabe. But I decided I need to speak for myself for once, at least for this time. And yes I texted the messages with all the emoticons. Still a kind-person wannabe afterall LOL. Didn't want to sound like a freak shouting at people for the life's lemons.

The next morning, I have gotten what I wanted. A compensation. :)) For my housemates as well.

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So that's the start of my squatting life for a week. Sigh!

The squatting nightmare just couldn't get away even after graduation. :'(

The next night I went back to pack my stuffs, I bumped into the old landlady. (The workers supposed to pack and leave at 6pm but when I reached home at 7pm they were still there -.-) Guess what she suggested? "Actually you can go the swimming pool's toilet there to bath then come back sleep only lar.. Still can stay.."

FML