Sometimes I think I wish for the wrong things. Yesterday’s entry I talked about how life here is such a routine. Well, today was everything but a routine, a catastrophic disaster is what it is.

Put aside all the classes. I finished early today (11 am) so I went home to do some laundry. I was sitting at the table trying and failing to do some chemistry questions while waiting for my laundry to be done. Then, some guy came right at the main door and called me.

“Berapa orang tinggal sini?” he asked.
“Tak pasti,” I replied.
Then he started writing me, what I didn’t know at first, a receipt. I was so blur I didn’t know what he was even doing. I later found out it’s some fogging thing to rid the mosquitoes. So I thought it was okay since in Kuching, that was a practice from time to time.
After he was done writing, “Ini bayar lapan puluh ringgit untuk satu tahun.”
“ ??? Bayar sekarang?” one of the most redundant questions ever asked.

So that was it. My precious money gone just like the fog they blew into the front yard of the house when the wind came. At first I thought this is a practice here in KL. You pay for everything, even to fog your bloody yard. I thought the bill will be evenly divided among the housemates or claimed from the landlord.(Told housemates but they seem unwilling to pay) The more I thought of it as the day turned into night, the more I felt I’ve been ripped off again.

So there you have it. Yet another super-stanley-siong-gets-ripped-off story. At first it was the calculator which I found out was a fake after using it for weeks, some rotten candy and now the worst of all this 80 bucks fogging service for a year.

This sucks. Give me back my routine life. My 80 bucks too. I’ll gladly fog your house even into your bathroom. Bloody foggers.

Head North, turn left - Big City Dreams

Every story has an end but I prefer to begin again,
Just like a book I've never read,
I'd prefer to begin again.