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~~