DREAM BIG, DREAM FUTURE

And just to clarify, I'm not talking about the 'dream' dream job or dream holiday of that sort. I'm talking about the 'dream' dream. The real dream. The dreams that you get when you fall asleep and your conscious mind went blanked and your sub-conscious mind reigned over your own body.


I can for as far as I can remember, I had been dreaming like really creepy (and stupid) stuff. I still remember this one reccurring dream that I keep having as a child; ABDUCTED BY GOBLINS! And I'm sure they are goblins, not, you know, extra-terrestrials or anything, because, well they looked like goblins to me back then and it is a foregone conclusion that I've drawn upon myself that it is indeed mother-freaking goblins and not toyol or anything.


So in that particular dream of mine (I'm very much sure it is not a nightmare, I actually looked forward to having that dream, so that can't be a nightmare...) I was abducted by silhouettes and brought to the said silhouettes world, inside the shadows. And as I actually recalled, the shadow world is inside my house, we went out using the main door and the entrance is somewhat near the front door. And when we went through, they are people (goblins) doing experiments and stuffs, and the other furniture like the TV set and the couches went from normal to OM-FREAKING-G THAT'S HUGE like it was being magnified to I dunno what size. And then the TV just *flop* and fall and by then I should be up. Wait, I mean, by then I'm up.


This is just like one of those dream that I can actually recalled. There's a term for it. Lucid dreams. And the fact is that, in this sort of dream, you actually have a degree of control on what you're dreaming about; they also have like little training and exercises to train your conscious mind to take over control once you went lucid.


Some people even have nightmares. I also do. But usually we don't really remember what we dream, well actually, most of the time we don't. And the fact that some nightmares just stuck in your head actually means that it is a lucid dream, a dream that you can managed. But what people always seems to forget is the fact that dream just don't happen for no reason.


Many famous psychologist and psychoanalyst have deduced that dream is in fact a way of the body, to a certain degree, to unwind and relax. Dream are mostly consist of your subconscious mind and creativity, the creativity part is the one that is responsible for any weird a (and saucy *winkwink*) dream that you have once in a while. The father of Freudian, Sigmund Freud said that dream is our mind working its way to fulfill our wishes and all that. So you can always know why a person is very happy when he/she woke up the next morning.


But what struck me the most awesome and yet, not fully discovered part of the dream is the future telling part. I don't know about you guys, but I for once had experienced this somewhat like deja vu dreams, for ages! Well, not like I have one every other day, but yes, I have them for more than once! And it never failed to amazed me. 


These precognition dreams are very vivid, to the extent that I can say that they are some sort of lucid dream, but I can only control myself. Or rather, I think I can only hear myself, think, speak, hear myself think about what I see and smell. I can experience myself in that dream, but I don't have any control over them. And usually these dreams happened right before I wake up, and then it is embedded in my head.


Only to have me forgot about them until the said event happened.


And then I'll be like, 'OMG I've been here before!'. And yes, I have, and all the thing that I did/heard/said/saw/read/whatever is exactly the same as the one that I experienced in my dreams. Like, totally the same. And the dreams, they're not specific i.e. not only for places that I go, they can go as far as fanfics that I read.


Which to me, was like amazing. But for the last two days, it actually happened to me back-to-back. Last Thursday, it was a fanfic that I read, which, from my memory of the dream, had me going 'Why did you go and help that bad guy that bad guy is bad listen to that good guy he's a good guy and he's helping you WHY YOU NO LISTEN TO ME'. Evidently enough, I don't really go gaga over the text and said all that in one breathe, but yet it is what I felt like saying. 


And then yesterday, I was late for my Friday prayer, and had to like pray on the pavement outside of the mosque under the blazing sun. By that time also people are already done and are going out and about, when I finally realized that I have had went through it. In a dream!


I don't really know the science behind it. I mean, heck, is future-telling even a science? But one thing for sure, I've had them, and they are for real, and that they will just like flash in my eyes when I am going through it for real. One thing that really caught my eyes from my reading was that this precognitive dreams actually tells us what to expect, and with careful planning, might avoid going through such events. 


But I guess you don't really learn anything from dreams right? Thought so. 


Except for guys who had dreams about having a threesome with two hot models on a pavement of some hotel. That, my friends, must be learnt for future usage. 


And that is also a repressed desire, but who cares?!

DREAMS DO COME TRUE

I don't really remember posting anything related to dreams before. I think so. I so human that I seems to forget almost everything once I'm done with it. 


Anyway so currently I have a couple of dreams. Like, I only have two dreams. Dreams that would require most of my time and probably destroy my life, but (as there is a silver lining to every cloud for no obvious reasons) might as well make me a better person in any possible way.


So let's go down the road to my dreams. DREAMS (that hopefully) DO COME TRUE.


#1 Opening a snack bar


I know. It sounds so wrong in so many way. First off I wanted to open a snack bar, and most of all the idea of the 'snack bar' itself seems wrong, and the worst part would be the word 'bar' in it, that'll probably suggest alcohol of any sort.


Nope. You're definitely wrong. My dream is to open something like McDonald's mini ice-cream shop. But what I'm going to sell there would be a totally new, revamped, reinvented, revitalised food item that I believe we Malaysian's can relate to. Well, I like to think so too. It has everything to do with ice-cream, and pretty much something to do with flour. 


Well so yeah. My first dream. If only I had the time, a RM 1,000,000 for my working capital worth of three months and also some RM 500,000 for my R&D of the product and shop, and also the effort to actually do all this, I might be better off without having to wait for the money from JPA.


#2 Writing a novel. A love, novel.


Well, if you're my HunnyBee, which probably you're not since there is only one and the hell I know what she's doing right now if not missing his last boy, you'd probably known this. I really like to write. And I LOVE NOVELS. Especially those novels that have certain depths. Something like the roller coaster ride where you have to be at least *insert height* tall to enter kind of thing, but the measuring tool is the plot and the roller coaster ride is the whole story itself. I love novels like that. I also love all Cecelia Aghern stories. She is by far the most talented writer I've ever read. Or I think she's in my 'Most Talented Writer EVER' list, which comes with no numbering. 


So back to my story, I would really love to write my own story. A story that is obviously what it is, a story. Mainly because I think way too much about something and somebody, sometimes because between thinking and actually doing something there is always this narrator inside my head (voice just like Smurf's Narrator) and tell me the alternate ending of what could have been if I chosen the other. Mostly because I really do like writing and talking. But most of all, because I don't have proper emotional output.


So I guess writing a novel would definitely be great. And for starters, I've joined LiveJournal. But I'm not sure how to go around and about yet, so until then, there shall be no more updates about this whole writing a novel on LiveJournal. Not just yet.


But if you like interested in knowing about my business idea and what is it really about and most of all you have the RM 1,500,000 that I practically ogling for, please, do tell me. I'll love you in more ways than you can possibly imagine. Rrrrr.. 

SAD IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT

I'd say today is equivalent to a very productive day in ShitVille. In a sense, making way too much shit is very productive.


But of course, we are, none the less, in a freaking real world, so making too much shit is pretty much equivalent to getting yourself fucked up in way too many wrong ways and end up dying alone. Sad, but mostly true. Generally speaking. Okay I need to shut up now.


You know what I wanted to talk about though? I was wandering what people had that I really wanted, oh so badly, but never once had the chance to do. It is inevitable that I have to explain the reason(s) as to why these stuffs are not accomplish-able by me, but I figured why tell the whole story when you can make 7 others. The very similar concept done in Harry Potter. 


I know I just killed a few of them with that last sentence. You're welcome.


So here we go, THINGS I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE, BUT I SUCKS SO BAD I CANT HAVE THEM
*Ooh, long title*


#1 Be born and raised posh.


Okay I know, it is entirely wrong to place the work of God at blame, bla, bla, bla, I get it. But I guess it is entirely true. If I can, like say, choose which family that I am to be born into, I would have definitely check every possible details on a list of families that are doing great financially and choose the one that I think can survive, economically that is, in the harshest environment ever! Also the thought of having all the things you want, all at your disposal is indeed very intriguing. And oh the weekend activity! I can die young, dear Perry's Band!


#2 The looks.


And by looks it is not just any looks. I want the face of Micheal Fassbender, the body of Chris Evans, the smile of Elijah Wood, the sexy voice of Gregory Peck, the legs of Channing Tatum (just because he dance like there's no ones better than him. And I believe him), and the brilliant eyes of Lucy Hale - I know, she, well female, but I like her eyes, sort of greenish, something like the patches of green fungi you find in the woods where there's no man but you yourself. Gosh, I love her eyes. The point is, I would really love to have all of these features, but then again, it is because I don't have them that I yearned them.  


#3 Be naturally talented in music.


Of course that is impossible. But not quite true. I guess some people just know their way when it comes to music, some, unfortunately includes me, have to pace their way. Even up the first step of the ladder to success. So I guess if I was born with the brain for the notes I'd be pretty much happy. And of course way more happier than I will ever be. Probably. I know I'm happy now, and will always be happy, but that's beside the point.


#4 Awesome social skills.


This is sort of ridiculous. But I've always wished that I had like better social skill. I mean I know I'm doing well, I have no problem going to somewhere totally strange but not having any problems making friends (depending on the time I'll spent though, an hour is very unreasonable to make friends), and I do have many friends now. But it always catch me nowadays, whether my friend-making skill is enough or not, and the reason to it will lead to #5...


#5 Someone to love.


Yup. I think everybody have someone to love. And if your someone to love is your own family, I entrust you with a slap to your face. Because the thing is, I'm looking for someone new for me to love. I've always wondered how people find their loved ones. I mean, is it really that easy? Am I blind (funny I typed 'blonde' before fully realizing what I just did)? I sometimes find people very funny. People like those aged 10 to 16. Like what the heck, why do you need a lover? You're not even finished with puberty yet, power through it one by one can you? And up until now I have never had someone to hold hands with, never had someone to text to every freaking night, never had that someone whom I can give pet names and be nervous  whenever I'm close to that person. I just never had the chance. Or I'm probably am blind. Though I must say despite being illegally blind, I don't really care about the gender of my future 'someone to love', for I think I'm gender-blind. I feel bad for myself. 


#6 The brain.


I've just... I've always wished that I have the brain of someone very brilliant, someone like Einstein maybe. Heh, who am I joking?


#7 The perfect friend.


I know, I'm probably asking way too much in one post. First someone to love and now the perfect friend? Oh, if you don't know, your lover may or may not be the perfect friend. My version of perfect friend would be one that will never let you down in whatever that you do, no matter how stupid you'll look like. I know, this is like the most perfect thing yet the most impossible stuff to get, but I guess it is never wrong to dream, for thanks to dream, we can have all we wanted. But then again, even the most perfect (I don't know how is this possible) friend can be ruined if we ourselves are not trying to be the perfect one. So I guess I'll settled with I WANT TO BE *THE* PERFECT FRIEND. I don't care about either my friends can be perfect for me or not, but that is no reason as to why I shouldn't be one. Gosh this is way sadder than #5.

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I think that is everything. Everything that I can wished for, but I probably have a small chance of actually having it, knowing that #1, #2, and #6 is entirely out of my reach. But I guess a small dream is never wrong. And with that, THE END.




P/s: I'm very sorry with the first few lines. I think I was under the influence of hormones, not that I know any reasons as to why I might have been influenced by it. Most probably it is the case of IMS. Most probably.

AWKWARD PARENTING ARE AWKWARD

Ugh, if I am a parent (mind you, a. It is I, the single parent.) and this blog is my one and only child, I'd swear to you that I am the worst dad one could ever wished for. I'll be like going to the child's room, peeked in, as something like 'Are you still alive?', maybe go around and remind him that dinner is always in the freezer for no apparent reason, than I leave the room not forgetting to turn off the light and locked the door. Something like that.


*Inhaled deeply* I surely missed the blogosphere, that much I'm sure. I dunno what have kept me from this blog, but I am quite certain that 'me' had a part in it, and that sucks pretty well. I mean, I've always wanted to like do this blog thing right, but then again it is me again who went on and practically destroyed the whole dream of mine. So sad, yet so true.


I couldn't remember just how many drafts I have made - and rest assured I am pretty much lazy to actually go and check it - but I'm quite sure it is somewhere between 4 and the number after infinity. Which is a lot (I know). 


What else to say? Hrm, let's see. Humiliate yourself; checked! Reason with stupidity; checked! Oh right, my boring story regarding my boring life for the past 20 years.




Note: I know 20 years is an extraordinarily false account, but it seems to me that times do flow faster online than it did in the real world. I mean, somewhere like last couple of months, Blogger was a easy as fuck, now it is as hard as keeping the boner throughout the fuck. Not that I have had any, mind you. LOL :)




I faintly remember the last time I made my post, so I'm going back as far as May, so that I have a 4 months worth of stories to tell you guys! How exciting (not)! 


So let's see. In May, what happened? I was working I think. Oh wait that was much later! I was still in my foundation year, maybe somewhere in the final exam? Oh yeah, talking about finals I flunked it, and I flunked it hard! Ho-yeah! Especially my Chemistry paper thus the reason I was rejected from the medicine school in Monash, only to have me change program into the Psychological Science and Business.




Note: I can't help but feel somewhat déjà vu about this whole thing. Sigh.




Then in June is when I started working in Watsons. And by far it is the best working experience I've ever had - next with my 3-hours working experience in the insurance management company and the experience I had working in hell, literally. Okay I'm joking figuratively of course, but seriously everybody working in that shoe shop are freaking satan!


At first I thought that I'm going to work for Watsons like for another 7 months, only to have me cut down my working time frame to a month and a half thanks to my bad chemistry with Chemistry. I went back to school in July. I think studying in Monash is very challenging. And by challenging I mean 'I have a lot of free time to run around doing unimportant stuff rather than studying' challenging. My class schedule was so free that I practically can't stop borrowing iPads from the library and play the Tower Madness game. I. FREAKING. LOVE. GAMES! Especially tower defense game! I <3 them!


Anyway, back to the calendar. In August we started with our fasting, the month of Ramadhan. And this year around, some other illness came to me. I had some wind/gastritis problem. I told some of my girlfriends about it, and I regretted it. They actually equated my stomach ache as their PMS attack. In a very graphic manner. So now I practically know just how it felt to be having one, so don't go 'Oh you don't know how I feel' techniques with me ladies, for I, have had my graduation from the PMS sector, albeit the information are very general and not precise. 


Oh, I also ended up skipping 3 days of fasting, as recommended by the doctor. I had fun doing it, though. I felt somewhat daredevil, sneaking around with a pack of M&M in the side pocket of my sling bag, taking a piece at a time to my mouth. I actually did that not because I'm afraid that I'll get caught for skipping fasting by the JAKIM or whatnot; I actually had a really fun game trying to eat when nobody's around and/or looking at you eating. Hahahahaha me and my-silly-self.


In September, I saw many catastrophe. It seems like my studies is going downhill, and also my self-perceived self-worthiness. Oh, and during September my little-big-sister got a free notebook from Lenovo via the 1Malaysia campaign, only to find it broken after like 3 days after our housing area was struck with a flash flood.


The flood certainly came in a flash. Mom said that the flood was knee-high inside, and waist-high outside. And this was certainly the worst case ever happened to my housing area. Usually there will only be like 8 house affected by the flash flood. But this time around there was a total of 20 victims (houses, really). The aftermath was quite devastating, even for  myself.


The day of event, I was having only one class for the day. It was a Wednesday, a hump-day, and I have only one class. I told Mom that my class will be ending by 2, and solemnly said something about being back home after the class, somewhere around 4. By the time I reached Monash, rain started to pour down. Even after I finished class, the rain was still pouring. I don't know what to do, and my friend cordially invited me to go for a badminton session they having that evening. 


Apparently rain and badminton goes side-by-side. I went for the game. Initially I was just a by-stander, a single, cheering crowd if you may. But then, people started having trouble (my friend snapped her racket, while the other one had to go to the toilet) and out of nowhere I'm in a team, with a total stranger (to me of course, we had a mutual friend, it seems to be) battling for the title 'winning team'. 


After winning the title (yup, I won that game. I'm suprised myself!), I checked my phone for any news. Evidently enough, Mom called my once, and Dad called me four times. I called back, only to know that he's on his way back after knowing from Mom that our house is flooded. So I also ran back home. After that, we spent something like three days cleaning up the house. 


After that three days, Dad, Mom, my little-big-sister and I went to Penang for my cousin's wedding, along with my 2nd niece. We came back. We have nothing else happening. Me, on the other hand, met up with my old friend, went to her house, became her husband for a day (thanks to her Mom, I very much needed the attention anyway) and watched two movies with her, The Smurfs and Fright Night. Both a good movie. Oh and while spending time in her house waiting for the ever-late friends of ours, I fell in love with James McAvoy and Micheal Fassbender. And they are my current obsessions, if you may. I think the Internet also loves them.

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And that is pretty much what happened to me these past 4 months. Exciting isn't it? Well yeah, this is a much deserving long update that my son 'Blog' need. I'm going to be a great Dad. All I need is a spouse. And I'm not even picky. Not even the sex. LOL kidding :) (am not).   


P/s: I have to admit. I stole the title from the only link I put in this post. I'm so sorry OP, but apparently it rhymes with my beginning paragraph and I thought it's cool. So yeah. Whatever.

FUCK YOU...

Somewhere around last week, Thursday I think, I went to this 'University Transitional & Assertiveness Workshop'. Don't get me wrong. I went there solely for the free refreshments. The workshops were broken to two parts, Transitional program and also Assertiveness workshop. I know, it's inevitable, I still pay attention even after setting my goals for the free food. 

Anyway I actually liked the Assertiveness Workshop. They actually touched a bit about personalities. So basically they are 3 different types of personalities, namely Aggressive, Passive, and Assertive. Aggressive people tend to shove ideas down people throats (read: Sadistic), Passive people tends to swallow what people are shoving down their throats (read: Masochist). Assertive, on the other hand, evaluates what they feel, see if there is any need to disagree with one's idea, then make a whole lot of shit out of it, and make up their decision.

So you'd know that it is always better to be assertive, rather than being a sadist or masochist. But I think there is always a limit to just how 'assertive' you can be. I mean, what if you are too adamant to not go to this party, that people actually see you as an 'Aggressive' person? Or maybe you are too willing to go bed with this handsome dude/pretty lady that they actually see you as a very 'Passive' (or maybe 'Needy') person? 

Well, that's for you to think. I'm here to talk about people I hate, as always.

I hate my little sister. She's 13, she's fat, and she's stupid. Yesterday she 'discussed' about getting herself a prepaid number and also a new phone for that number. She even went through this Court's mailer with a calculator, calculating just how much she needs to pay monthly. Of course, normal people can do it sans calculator.

What's more, she was actually mad that my Dad won't buy the phone on her behalf. Which is, of course reasonable. I mean, well, you are going to use Dad's money to buy the phone, why the heck do ayou want to trouble him more by forcing him to buy your phone? That's stupid. She even argued about my RM500.00 phone. Well, so sorry to break the news, I used the Rakyat's money to buy the phone, not my Dad's.

What trouble me is the fact that she doesn't really need any phone. I mean, well, if you really want to have a very private phone a.k.a. number, why don't you just buy a freaking number then just swap the SIM card? Isn't that the easiest way ever? I still remember when I'm 13, all I ever cared to have was a phone card, that you can use in a public phone. 

Of course, at that time I was in a boarding school, but that's beside the point.

I also don't seem to see the point of being able to show off your new phones to friend, when what really matter is that you can actually use the phone. I mean, come on, all Malaysian knew that the moment somebody (namely, teachers) caught you bringing your precious phones to school, they'll definitely confiscate your phone. So the safest place to actually use your phone is actually outside of school.

And tell, just how long do you have outside of school. In average, a Malaysian teenager that is studying under the Malaysian school system would have to spend at least 7 hours a day at school. A normal human would then spend at least 7 hours a day for sleep. School and sleep alone take up 14 hours of our 24 hours, and that leaves us with 10 hours left.

So are you going to tell me that you are going to utilise that 10 hours, solely for 'phone time'? That is bullshit. You would need to eat, at least 3 meals a day (I eat less than that, on weekly basis). You also need to bath, make yourself ready for whatever occasion (going to school maybe?), go outside and play (alternatively seat in front of the PC and play). All of these cost you your daily hours, and alternatively shortens the number of hours spent on your phone.

Well, at least that is my argument to my sister. She's just as stubborn as hell. 

Of course, if you have all the money in the world and need to have phones or else you're going to die, then go ahead, please yourself, and die peacefully. 

The end. I would really like to think of myself as a very non-assertive person, but not aggressive nor passive. I don't like something being shoved down my throat, or even the thought of shoving something down somebody's throat. But on the other hand, I don't always think about what I want, or what is good for me.

Of course, I can decide on my own, and based on my own opinion on whether it is great or not. THE END. Again. Daa~~

RM 1.60

If you are wondering what I am going to write here since I put my title as 'RM 1.60', then I would like to advice to you to stop. RM 1.60 is currently what I have right now, and it is lying next to this laptop, being smashed down by my name tag from work. 

Have you ever wondered what you can really do with RM 1.60? You can actually do a lot. You can, for example, go from Sungai Buloh all the way to Kepong, or rather more specifically to my work place, as stated in the map. And that is quite far. 

With a RM 1.60 you can also buy many other things, like a Sour Skittles from Jusco, or maybe you can also buy drinks from any mamak stall or any restaurant, although you might want to go to the cheaper restaurant, and not restaurants like Carl's Jr., cause you might just get a sip there with that much of a money.

You can also buy a handful of candy. A bag of kaya balls, a doughnut or two in La Boheme, a piece of sushi, maybe even a stack of coloured papers which I can expertly teach you ways on how to make roses out of those papers and for sure make even more money! (YAAAAYY!!)

Well, there is a list of endless things on what you can do with RM 1.60, although I'm not sure how to make a list about things that is endless. That, I'll leave to the expert to think about (read: Won't do). But have you ever thought what if the RM 1.60 is not your money, but a value of something that held a meaning to you, be it important or not? 

For a rather personal example, my (horrible) life this very week. I know, I know. It is only Monday and I'm telling you guys like I've already wrapped up my week. The thing is, you never really need a wake up call after the second time, 'cause you are probably all up on your fours ready to plunge into action the moment you smell something funny's lurking at the corner of anywhere. 

Note: From this point onwards, you'd be seeing a lot of 'RM 1.60'. If you are wondering, my answer would be 'No, I am not doing a contest to see who can count the correct amount of RM 1.60 used in this post', because that is for those who had nothing to do in their life. I am using these 'RM 1.60' as a replacement to 'shitty' because who can stand having to call their hard work as 'shitty hard work', right? So, instead, I'll use 'RM 1.60 hard work'. Yaaayy for kind heart!

Anyway, like I said, this week (these two days, really) had been nothing but a RM 1.60 to me. Yesterday was the beginning of everything bad, I think. I actually lost my wallet (in the form of a pouch), and everything inside that pouch, which is actually a lot. Inside that small pouch, I have items like:

1) Money (RM 18.10) 

2) NRIC

3) Bank cards

4) Visa card (my bank card really, but who cares)

5) Vaseline lip balm (I get dry lips easily)

6) Name cards (anonymous, actually)

7) Archery card thingy (that place in Sunway Pyramid)

8) The pouch itself (I'm hopeless...)

I only realized that I actually lost my pouch when I arrived to my work place, as I had to clock in using my NRIC. The bus that I rode to work was obviously not in the place that I last saw it, the bus stop that I actually sat on is way too far away for me to humanly go to, and I had no money to even go anywhere. That, my friend, is a sign that you have a very bad week ahead of you.

I actually had to go through all sort of RM 1.60 trouble just because I lost my stupid (but important) pouch. I had to call in my Visa card provider to terminate my card, in which I had to answer stupid questions like what is my bank account number (in which my respond was 'You have got to be kidding me. Am I supposed to remember my freaking account number? Ask me something simple like my home address').

After that, I had to walk to the nearest police station to lodge a report on my missing IC. Luckily the walk wasn't that tiring and the policewomen is not that creepy. I suppose there are silver lining in the black cloud, however the saying was supposed to sound like.

Today, was the continuity of yesterday bad-day. I actually left my belt.  Of course it is not that important, but hey, belts are vital. You need to have them on to be taken almost half as serious as if you are actually an important person. Imagine the president of a country going on stage wearing a pants but not a RM 1.60 belt. The news people would definitely be stunned and do stupid news reports like 'A tale of the president, the national election, and a RM 1.60 belt', which in turn annoys the whole country and make wars happen in a blink of a heavy, ugly, cyclops's eye. 

I also kicked the dustbin and spilled all of the Rm 1.60 trash in it when I practically managed to jumped over that tiny thing like flawlessly ever other day except for this RM 1.60 day. I also pulled the store's grill minutes too fast and had to re-open that RM 1.60 thing again. I also forgot to tell my store manager about me leaving to further my studies.

On that note, I finally had the guts to actually open my e-mail to check for any e-mail from Monash. It turns out to be there was, and it was an offer letter from Monash. I was praying for Bachelor of Psychological Science and Business, but was slapped right on my face with a RM 1.60 Bachelor of Medical Bioscience. Knowing that Chemistry the Subject and I are mortal enemies, I just had to reply to Monash's PSO (Prespective Student Office) on why my 2^nd choice (Psychology) wasn't chosen, already knowing that I can pretty much figure out why this actually happened.

Anyway, I guess whether or not your day is going to be as RM 1.60 as you might think it is really depends on your decision really. You can make it as dull as RM 1.60 meal, or as deliciously delicious RM A-WHOLE-LOT meal. Your call, really.

I'm currently listening to Rihanna's 'Hatin' On The Club' for no obvious reason. I also had no obvious reason as to why I need to tell you guys. Gotta go to sleep. Buhbye~~

P/s: Why don't you join my 'RM 1.60 campaign'? It's gonna be fun! Just use in any way you wanted to, it is like the *bleep* in a spoken sentence, but instead of a *bleep*, it is a precious RM 1.60! Of course, if you don't use Malaysian Ringgit (or you really don't want to use it because of the low currency exchange thingy), you can just use any other currency, but of course, the amount has to be '1.60' regardless of the currency used. OMG, I felt so powerful now. Daa~~

MENTOR.

If you really don't know what I am about to talk about, I think you are a total loser and very not worth it to befriend with as you sucks and I rules and that is all to it.

Hah! So much for an intro. Well anyway, there is this series aired on the national TV, and if you really don't know what it is, seriously, you sucks. Well anyway, my most favourite contestant was voted out of the competition. I really do think it is not the contestant, R, to be blamed, but rather, her mentor.

She has a really nice voice, honestly. I mean, okay, I am a total loser when I hear husky voices (be it man or woman), and I like beach motives (stripes) a lot which make me even so a loser, but I know a talent when I see one. Especially when that talent was chosen by a famous artist and is in a singing competition.

Anyway, last weekend was the semi-finals part 2 (don't ask me why, this is so stupid) and R was kicked out of the competition. I really think that her mentor really haven't done the best for her. I mean she has this very husky voice, something like really nice and attractive that make you really want to listen to her, but for the semi-finals her mentor did the same act for her performance, the very same act she had to do for the last few weeks. Theatrical.

I mean, fine, her mentor is famous, his talented, done musical theater and is a very well-known man for his talent, but his mentee is not. He can definitely get away doing almost anything, but not his mentee. Anyway, what I thought should be done instead was for him to showcase her true talent, the only reason she was chosen in the first place, her singing talent.

He should have seen this ahead of it. For the semi-finals he should have at least show the audience and the judges that she can really perform well even without all those back-up dancers and storyline and routines. He should have make her sit down, sing a very emotional song, and mesmerize the audience with her husky voice.

Note: I've been wanting to use 'mesmerize' for so long. Apparently being 'mesmerize by the cat - pooping' is not the real intention this word was made.

Anyway, it is what I call as fate. Fat-ass fate. Who cares. I have my own fat-ass fate. Just now I was at Selayang Mall, doing a small interview (which I would rather call a get-to-know-before-I-start-working) which really is nothing, since no answers where expected from my behalf. But still, I am now officially (I think...) an employee of Watson. YAAAYY!!

I went there with my sister, hitching a ride from her friend, and both of them went there for a surprised meeting (is that what you call it? Sudden meeting? Unintended meeting? Unplanned meeting? More like unplanned pregnancy) which involved 10 store managers of the 10 Watson outlets found somewhere... unspecified.

So now I have my job! Now is the time for me to buy 4 white collared tees, a black shoes, and also some black pants. There's a lot. So adios guys~~

IN THE END...

Well, it pretty much says it all. I've come to the end... of MUFY! Yup! I'm all done with MUFY now, and I'm on my way to misery! YAAAYY!!

Thumbs up for positivity! Okay. I'm now done with my final exam, and I am technically done with my MUFY, and on my way to MBBS in Monash. Which creeps the freak out of me since I am very sure that I crapped my final exams. Which is very not good, both financially and emotionally. 

Sob...

But nevertheless being the dick that I have... I mean, I am, I must say the tight schedule is the one to be blame and not my lousy brain for if it is lousy I won't be there in the first place! DANG! Anyway, the schedule really is tight, as tight as a virgin's,  wait for it... deodorant cap! What did you thought I'm going to say? Asshole? Gosh, you're so stupid I'm not that dirty!

DIRTY BIT!

Hate that song. Anyway, the schedule is tight (I've pretty much made myself clear after repeating that for 3 times). I had like 4 papers in 3 days, and that 3 days, is 3 days! NO BREAKS in between them. I'm pretty sure I screwed up all that paper, for I know just where I screwed it up. Which is very sad and depressing.

Especially Maths! OH-MY-GOD! I really hate myself. Imagine answering the first question with air-pen. I literally left the first question not even trying to answer it. The FIRST question, like the easiest question ever! So stupid. I come out of the exam hall feeling like some elephant in the hall just decided to poop on top of my head since he thought that making the exam hall quiet is totally unnecessary. 

Stupid elephant in the exam hall.

But, putting that all aside, I am currently moving on. Like how almost every Asian wise men said, 'the ending of [fill in the blank] is always a beginning to something new'. Or so I thought. My sister, the ever-lovely-ever-boring older sister of mine, hooked me up with a job. Like, almost instantly. 

Which is great since I don't have to go to any stupid shoes shop looking for a job that pays well, but make you pay with your holidays and your precious time. Since she is working with Watson, she managed to hooked me up a job, namely, 'sales coordinator'. I'm pretty much sure the sales there are not that organized and not well coordinated so they actually needed someone to tell which is which and make all the products clear of what they are supposed to do when they are bought by some strangers who needed a hair conditioner for his hair that hasn't been washed for God knows how long.

I can almost make a scene of what my future life in Watson are going to be...

"Remember, you are a hair conditioner, so don't go and clean your owner's hair like how a shampoo do, okay."

"Can I make his hair purple?"

"No! For the thousandth time, your a freaking hair conditioner! Why the heck do you wanna colour the hair, and why does it have to be purple? Why can't you make turn the hair into dark brown?"

"I can?"

"Ugh!"

Purr-fect... So I have an interview tomorrow (Friday) and I have to wake early in the morning, which sucks especially since today was supposed to be the day that I am finally free of studying and what-not. Oh well, I guess life goes on... Going to sleep now, so buhbye!

FAILURES.

Talking about the biggest failure of your life, mine would be my fail blog-post that was supposed to be made available last Wednesday, a day before my final paper for English which was last Thursday, but only made possible by this day (hopefully) which is a Friday.

Not to mention that my fingers are definitely ugly, namely my left and right index fingers, which made my days even uglier and fail-er. Gosh, I just don’t get it about me and bad days. Today (Thursday) was no exception.

So anyway today (Thursday, still) was the final seating for my English paper, which literally means that I can forget about Atticus, Jem, Scout, Ms. Maudie, Ms. Caroline Fischer, Aunt Alexandra, Calpurnia, Tom Robinson, Judge Taylor, Heck Tate, Andy Dusfrene, Red Reddings, Tommy Williams, Byron Hadley, Warden Norton, Martin Tankleff, Karlene Kovacs, Jay Salpeter, Det. McCready, and that lawyer guy who is actually the boss of Jay Salpeter but I believed was never mentioned in any essays of any student. Sad face.

Note: That, my friend, is what I’ve got from my semester of English. That, by the way, came from the novel ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ by Harper Lee, the movie ‘Shawshank Redemption’, and also the unfortunate event of Martin Tankleff. Serious shits I tell you.

So anyway, today was already bad, keeping in mind that I’ve literally wasted my only two useful index fingers. But if I had to rate the English paper for today, I’d give a total of 5 stars out of 7 (don’t ask why 7, I like tortoise) for time management – the paper actually managed to make me used up all the 2 hours and 15 minutes that I had. I would also love to give the paper a total of 7 stars out of 7 (duh!) for toughness, simply because it is printed on tough papers!

Okay if you don’t get the joke just omit that part, but I really do think it is ‘punny’! Haha thank you T!

But that is not my bad day story; in fact that is just the beginning. Like, who actually cares about what actually happened in the beginning right? So, after the paper is finally done, I lingered around the exam hall just for the heck of it. Okay no I’m lying. I was lingering around because some of my friends were there, they were settling about the graduation night tickets thingy.

So as I was lingering around, I got stuck with these particularly few friends of mine. I would love to say because I heard they were talking about cakes and party, but the truth is because there are none others that I can actually hanged out with, or truth be told, none that I would rather hanged out with. So be it!

After some gazillion years later (6 minutes), we arrived at the 2^nd floor lobby, for they were planning to do this Biology class party which really was just a cake eating event and not much of a party for the lack of music and drinks of any kind. While waiting for the cakes, I was talking with some of my friends, and that was when my unfortunate event happened…

I was talking, with my hands moving vigorously. Don’t ask me why, but I think I have this very weird thing about my hands, brain, and mouth. Whenever my brain and mouth are working, my hands seemed to be moving too. I guess it must be because all of these activities are controlled in the same area of the brain.

Anyway, talk talk talk and then BAM!  I knocked on something. Guess what? It was my friend’s face, and her spectacles fall off. Her spectacles. And it broke off. BROKE OFF! I probably did two things that any guy would literally killed themselves over. Slapping a girl in the face and break a girl stuff. I, on the other hand, managed to do both in one shot. Talk about metrosexual.

Anyway the case ended with me paying for her contact lenses and nothing else. So that's all. And epic ending for an epic story, right? Fail.

Oh what's more is what we did after that. There were like 5 of us, and we went for lunch at Pizza Hut. We sat there for somewhat 2 hours. Talking. And mind you the combination we had, the five of us, was a rare one, definitely, but one that actually worked. So yaaayy for friendship! The sad part was that we all came from the same English class but only had the chance to test out our chemistry after we finished our final paper for English. Epic failure!

FINALE.

I’ve just finished watching ‘500 Days Of Summer’. It is a really superb, romantic, and kind of cheeky movie. Right now, in this very moment, I just can’t seemed to wipe out this grin off my face. The ending was so cute!

And this really is gay. Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this. Aha!

Anyway tomorrow is my so-called ‘2012’ or my ‘end of the world’ – the finals! It is here! Like, really here! Tomorrow would be my very first paper, English. I’m praying for the worst but hoping for the best. Twisted, I know, tell me about it. This whole semester I can proudly say that I’ve done badly. I mean like for last semester not one of my essay paper had been below 20 marks out of 25, but this semester I’ve been as low as 14.5, which by the way, sucks. For me, at least.

So tomorrow I am pretty much dead. I’m really freaked out by how the paper is going to be, but really I am hoping for the best. The only thing that is left for me to do now is not dying and be there at the exam hall tomorrow when the ordeal is happening.

 But you know what’s funny, despite the fact that I might just die tomorrow I am still here, doing this post, and not studying, when I actually had like, I don’t know, a week prior to do this thing. I really am the best at procrastinating, really.

Note: Just till the last word, I had typed 250 words (Words told me that). Talk about precision!

I think I am just going to keep this as simple as possible because I really can’t think of what to write, especially since I had to preserve my brain and it’s neuron for tomorrow. So, for all of you guys who are going to sit for your finals, best of luck. Remember, it is never ‘fate’ or ‘meant to be’, but it is because you’re not really looking for it, or maybe you’re just looking for the wrong thing at the wrong moment. Have fun with finals!