Not Fun Anymore

I really need to learn how to just say no. Realized that I’m a ‘yes, yea ok’ person and that attitude is just, well, giving me extra work. Like scanning, editing a design, printing, cutting, laminating and then finally cutting again a simple Taoist ‘kua’. I have no bloody idea what ‘kua’ was that, don’t ask me. Anyway, all that work just for RM3, too cheap innit?

Another case, photocopying back-to-back pages of a book, when my colleague would just wave them people who make the same requests off, stating that we don’t do these kind of businesses. Me? I just say ‘yea, ok, gimme half an hour’. Damn.

An then the ultimate dumbo thing to do, refuse a pay, thinking that she needs it more than me. Don’t get it wrong, alot of factors intertwined making me reluctant to accept the money. Like having to wake up early in the morning to go to office, having to stay in office just in case he needs to see me, oblige his every request, and sell my soul to him. But I later realised that I am doing exactly the same things, just not getting a pay, and worse, get ridiculed cos my job pays much less than hers and that I can’t even afford a gym membership.

Actually, you want my limbs? Nah take my hand, oh, and my legs too… and oh, you can have my kidneys since you already took all my limbs. And you want my lungs and liver with that? No prob, here you go.

*I know, I’m probably left with just my fingernails at the end of the day. Hah*

I think I should just say NO, sometimes.

This is my guilty pleasure. But I rarely get it because it’s probably not that good for my health.

I was saying I’m hungry, just now in class, night class. She took it in and a few moments later, she asked ‘what are you gonna eat then?’

‘Bread,’ I answered, because that is what I planned on eating.

And then she came up with ‘Eating bread so late at night? Wouldn’t that make you fat??’

I’m not usually the kind to answer patiently. So I just said ‘No, it won’t’.

And still not giving up she said ‘ Yes, it would. That’s why you’re so big now’

Bloody hell.

I can see where this is going and decided to explain carefully about how metabolism is still running even at night and it take only 2 hours to digest and 4 hours for food to reach the small intestines and that 1 calorie is still 1 calorie of energy from food no matter what time you eat it. And get this, this is what she retorted,

‘But we asked my grandma’s nutritionist about that and she said that it’s not good because it will be stored in the body and that our organs will go to sleep when we sleep’

Shitass lame I tell you. And I tried explaining it again. And the ultimate line was,

‘I’d rather believe the nutritionist than you’

TIU.

Go believe all you want la. See, that’s the trouble when you try to make somebody understand what you are talking about. They’ve already established their own mindsets about certain things and will naturally think that you are wrong. Every single word you utter will not go through their thick skull. This situation brings me back to one thing.

IT’S ONLY FAIR THAT WHEN YOU TRY TO DISCUSS SOMETHING, YOU MUST OPEN YOUR MIND TO REASONING. OTHERWISE, IT IS CALLED GIVING A STATEMENT, NOT DISCUSSING.

TIU.

And if you, my two lovely readers, have any doubts, go google ‘eating at night’ and decide for yourself whether it’s bad for you or has no effect whatsoever.

I’m getting stupider. I want to be inspired, to talk to interesting people. Not trying to explain menial things like this and be shot back with ‘that’s why you’re so big now’.

I have rarely resorted to personal attacks when arguing with anybody because it doesn’t prove anything, it just drags the argument elsewhere. And I absolutely hate people who do it. How petty can you get, seriously?

My mind was ready to be changed when I started explaining to her. If she had any good points. But all she insisted was that I am wrong and that she had asked a nutritionist before. But I gave up reasoning when it looked like it was going nowhere. So I left her to her own thought. Because, honestly, I cannot argue with a potato.

Damn sueh ah. Got into the bathroom, was grabbing my toothpaste and didn’t notice that there was a bee on the floor. I think I stepped on it and then got stung. Bloody Hell, damn painful sial. The only consolation is that the bee died. DIE YOU LIL PIECE OF SHIT!! DIE!! Muahahahha

Damn.

Actually, the mirror cracked. Dropped it on the road, face down, so the mirror cracked. Two unsightly spiderwebs. Taped it so that fragments won’t drop. Am so smart.

So I walk with a horribly ugly phone now. Say hi if you see a girl holding up a piece of taped-up silver looking thing.

Change the mirror how much leh?