I've figured out something after today's incidents. No, not INCIDENT, but INCIDENTS. With special emphasis on the 'S' at the end.
Even if I'm crowned the 'no manners queen', I don't care. Because I'm merely reporting, with a little narration and description, what I see, what I hear, what has been done, and what is being done. Despite constant feedbacks and protests, the hostel management still goes with their self-perceived perfect decisions. Their so-called 'feedback' or 'dialogue' sessions are just a means to show and try convince us that they are democratic. A means to appease us, make us happy, so that we would not be so much of a rebel, since we are the more senior of boarders here.
Blablabla, blablabla. Or so they preach. Everytime we make any complaints or statements, they will be rebutted with full force, explaining -or rather, asserting - the REASON behind their doing so and expects us to accept unquestioningly their great rationales. If not, they will show these empathetic faces and agree very much to help improve the current situation or inconvenience we raised. If only we were three-year-olds who can't tell the difference between sincerity and half-heartedness, we would hail and salute them for their 'undying care and concern'.
Their first miscalculation - I am a fully sane nineteen year old who can tell the difference between a fallacy and the truth.
So after one week of internet breakdown they finally got it rectified. Too soon for applause, for I could not log onto the comp again! It's bizarre because half an hour later, I was still blog-surfing before going down for dinner. Astounded by this bizarre happening, I made my way down to the GO to lodge a complaint/inform them of this bizarre event/express my frustrations etc. Then, I was met with this Mr S*g who was fondling with his digital cam at his workplace, who merely looked up when I first broke the news of not able to sign in to him. Then, when I was still talking, he looked back on his digital cam and started pressing it.
You know, when other people are talking to you, it's only polite to look at them, at least LISTEN to what they are saying? So what is this? An OM in the hostel who is completely ignorant or unaware of this very fundamental social expectation? Oh great. What an EXCELLENT example.
Then I reinstated. "Mr S*g I could not log onto the comps."
He looked up, blinked. "The vendors said all comps were functioning when they checked just now."
"YEAH precisely. I COULD go online before I had my dinner, and now I can't even LOG ON."
"Then maybe you have to wait for Monday lo. But they said it's fixed already."
"NO. I cannot LOG ON even. It's the comps' problem with MY ACCOUNT. They said it's the password error but half an hour ago I could log on using the SAME password!"
"Oh then I cannot do anything also."
"HUH? What you mean you cant DO anything?"
"Ya wad."
"I NEED the comp. I've been put under inconvenience for ONE WEEK already. It's important."
"Then there's nothing I can do."
What do you mean you can't do anything? It's my ACCOUNT problem, and you can do very much to help me see what went wrong! It's not something to do with the internet connection! What a brainless excuse for me to leave you to your vices - which essentially revolve around procrastination on your part.
You know what I did? I gave the you-are-such-an-ass-stare back at him, in which he reciprocated by (finally) look into my eyes, and I seized the moment and rolled my eyes AT HIM because I knew he would see it. Then I let out an intentional and scornful "HUH" deliberately loud enough to be audible to him, turning 180degrees, and walked - or rather - stamped my way to the door.
I stopped short at the door, grabbed the handle tight, swung it hard open, at the same time making sure that the little bells clashed against each other as loud as possible, and using the momentum to swing myself out of that GO. Not forgetting to swing it back as hard as before.
The GENERAL office should not be called GEneRAL at all. It's a procrastination hub, for IT retards like MR S*g to gaze in astonishment at... well, a digital camera. Oh, it should not be something surprising as he came from the cave.
My words are menacing? I have no manners?
Well, it's time YOU earn them!
