That’s why I’m oh-so-broke this entire fucking semester.

I’ve always wondered if it was really my fault that my money came in late. OMG. A week after delivery of my result slip copy, I made a call to Yayasan Telekom Malaysia.

It returned me a blank tone. So I tried again. This time it was engaged. I gave it a few hours before I called again.

“We’re sorry. The number you have dialled cannot be reached”. What?, I thought. And I tried again.
“Harap maaf. Nombor yang anda dail, tidak terdapat dalam perkhidmatan kami.”

[insert 26 letter swear word here. Any language will do.]

“We’re sorry-”

YOU BETTER BE GODDAMN SORRY!! I OWE YC 400 BUCKS! I CAN’T PAY FOR MY RENT PROPERLY, PAY MY BILLS PROPERLY AND I HAVE TO SPEND MY FUCKING ASB MONEY!!! YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU’D BETTER BE SORRY BECAUSE I’M LIVING OFF MAGGI AND BREAD WITH WITH MARGARINE AND SUGAR. AND I DIDN’T EVEN SPEND ON THOSE!!!!

So, last Friday, I decided to try again. Pelik bin Ajaib, someone picked up the phone. After explaining my personal details, I asked about my sponsorship status [read: about when the fuck he's gona pay me].

“Oh, aritu awak ada hantar surat pemberitahuan lanjutan kan?”
“Ya, saya.”
“Oh, saya memang sepatutnye bayar elaun sara hidup awak, tapi saya tak buat lagi”. Like, duh!!
“Apa masalahnye”. A case of me controlling my temper over the phone….
“Saya belum semput nak isi dan proses borang2 budak2 yg extend macam awak ni ha. Ramai betul la you all ni extend…” He sounded somewhat tired. But still,…

Ramai? As far as I fucking know, I’m the only fucking YTM scholar who fucking flopped his fucking paper and had to extend one fucking sem, [don't take me wrong. It's a good thing, really. I'm just pissed] so where the fuck does ramai come from? OMFG, I could hardly believe it when he said it that.

“Eh, kenapa. Saya mmg tengah bankrap sangat2 ni.”
“Oh ye ke….haih, awak kenala bagi saya masa,” He was panting.
“Takpela. Asalkan saya tahu saya masih bawak YTM tak kisahla.”
“Jangan risau, nanti saya buat.”
“Ok, tima kaseh,”

Jangan risau, ye? Apa kata kau bagi aku tong gas sebijik, nasi seguni, sama barang2 dapur lain. Tak la aku risau kalau bab2 mati kebuluran nih. Fucktard.