A Series of Unfortunate Events

Event 1:

It all happened when I came back to my own hostel after “shift house” day. I’d received news from hostel management that I and my housemate (JC) could not stay at our own rooms after 31^st of May.

Event 2:

We asked for help from my course mate (SC). She generously provided us a place to stay. So, I and SC help JC to pack up her stuff (as her “shift house” day was planned on one week later) to SC place. I helped to carry to one of the gigantic luggage. The luggage handles snaps as I just step out of front door. “@#%#!” I muttered to myself. Lucky thing is that the luggage has rollers. Unlucky thing is that I was at the third floor and how am I going to drag the bag with rollers down three flights of staircase? Not wanting to destroy the luggage rollers as well, I literally “clawed” the luggage up with my finger nails sinking into the luggage materials and “snail”- down the three flights of staircase. Once managed to chunk the luggage to SC’s car, my fingers were sore, very sore.

Event 3:

I and SC shift the first round of “shift house” stuff to SC’s house first. I carefully shift the gigantic luggage inside the house. When I thought that the danger was over, the box I just lifted off suddenly snaps. Its bottom opened out and all the contents just slide down. Oh God.

Event 4:

I and SC drive into the hostel for the last round of “shift house” process. At the gate, I flashed out “my” tenant card (actually I borrowed it). I was hoping the security guard could just let us pass. However, the security guard seems to refuse to let us passed. He said the vehicle is unregistered, and not allowed to move further into the hostel premises during night hours. We argued that was ridiculous. JC’s room is right at the other end of the block! I refused to demand for visitor pass as I had not memorized the real card holder details. Strangely, the guard insisted us to call the tenant (JC) down to verify that we are her friends. I called the unit number to announce the bad news to JC while SC tried to get to her through hand phone. We took quite a well to contact her as she was busy shifting her remaining stuff down. Once she arrived at the guard house, looking furious, asked the guard what the hell was happening. The guard asked for the tenant card and both of our identification cards. (Why did I need to leave my ID there? Unreasonable, I flashed the tenant card already!) Furiously, JC slams the tenant card on the table and asked us to leave without leaving our ID behind.

Event 5:

Once completing the “shift house” process, we had our dinner. Once returned to SC’s house, we had another dilemma. Where were the keys? We searched the entire car. We searched the area nearby. No keys. Lucky thing is there is a spare at SC’s parents’ place. However we fear that thief had picked up the keys. We put one extra padlock at the gate. We crammed at one room. We set up a mechanism so that the thief or whoever who sneaked in the room needed to make a lot of noises and effort to get in to our room. We place mosquitoes spray, pepper spray and two pairs of scissors nearby our bedside. We change another new set of padlocks right away next morning.

Door Setup


Pepper Spray


Mosquitoes Spray

Event 6:

I accidentally rubbed my eyes with the tiny amount of the pepper spray contents. Ouch! The pepper spray will be very useful for self-defense alright.

Event 7:

It had been couple of days without any unfortunate event. I was careless then. I fell and sprained my leg. Good thing is my managed to recover before the Cameron trip two days later.

Event 8:

At Cameron, it suddenly rained when I convinced my friends that it wouldn’t rain. Great, me and my big mouth.

Event 9:

No hot water when we need it the most, during the rainy night at Cameron where we soaked with rain water.

Event 10:

I let the taxi driver took the longer road distance to an extremely near location. Baka!

Event 11:

Spilled my medicine second time, this time I’m at 2 hours drive to get my medicine. How am I going to get a refill? Argh~!!