I'm not going to write everything in caps because it's hard t read but know that I'm very angry and extremely disappointed as I'm voicing this out.

RUMA, the RMIT Malaysian Committee, held a Mooncake festival celebration. And it was shit.

We'll start with the welcoming booth where you pay and collect a sad excuse of a stub called a ticket. I reached the specified location with Meng and stood around looking for a place to register for about five to ten minutes, lost and confused, we peered around and I smiled at a person at the table pretty sure it was where we were supposed to sign up. Apparently, to boothgirl, smiling at her is offensive and she quickly turned away, she even went out of her way to speak with her friend. Boothgirl, I usually tell peple you can't possibly fuck up a booth job but you took the cake. All you had to do was to go to people loitering around the immediate space and ask "Excuse me, are you here for the Mooncake thing?" was that too hard? Do you speak English? AND THEN POINT US TO THE FUCKING RIGHT DIRECTION!
RUMA Boothgirl(s) is fucking thick!

Then I stood around with Meng, whom was also looking bored, trying to pinpoint who were committee and who weren't. Fucking impossible. A simple "Hi, my name is..." sticker wasn't hard, or a band on their arm, or matching coloured shirts, ANYTHING to allow us fellows to figure out who knows shit so we can ask!
President of RUMA is fucking thick.

After a while, like cows, we were herded to the uni canteen (la cantina). I say cows because we were really herded there and there was just shouting, all that was missing is a movable electric fence and/or cattleprods.
The RUMA committee is fucking thick.

In la cantina, the situation was loud, rambunctious and generally feeling like a shitty convention -- not the fun kinds where people are having fun, the kind where everyone is pretentious and one upping each other. Instead of planning for some sort of podium, having a proper welcome speech to greet the newcomers who arrived in time for the move to la cantina, and mostly apologising for the lack of food, The speakers shouted through a megaphone at a us, we were talking, like some sort of dumbfuck who's never been in a public situation and knows how to tune down a crowd before. If you opened your speech and keep talking we would eventualy quiet the fuck down! DON'T EVER BE IN FRONT WITH A MEGAPHONE AND YELL. You're fucking loud enough we just don't think you have the caliber or social grace to give a fucking ear to.
The speakers were fucking thick.

Games. Games are alright during a get-together such as this but fucking get the right games, man! Charades? REALLY? What the fuck kind of childhood did you have anyway? Charades. There are a multitude of ice-breaking games out there and you pick the game that most people are only comfortable doing in front of their close friends? FOR CHRISSAKES! AND! you don't EVER break into specific groups and singly explain the rules you FUCKING ACT THEM OUT AS A TEAM! People learn better watching something being done instead of getting verbal instructions because that is easily forgotten!
Again, the RUMA committee is fucking thick.

We were then allowed to eat. A simple quip on the event page inviting people to hit attend because 'once you have RSVP'd attending you will be given a ticket stub on site to allow yourself to redeem a delicious Malaysian meal!' That's all you fucking thick-knobs had to do. Instead, you opted to inform select individuals (you didn't even fucking use that megaphone, you fuck) that there was a line specifically for stub-holders. I didn't know what was going on and THAT FAT FUCK OF AN EXCUSE FOR A COMMITTEE MEMBER IGNORED ME when I tried to ask what was going on.
The committee and the fat fucking fuck are fucking thick.

FINALLY,
1. My table, with Meng and I, were quickly ignored and we weren't given any mooncakes. FUCK YOU.
2. Nobody went to speak to the side-liners, nobody brought tables together to get to know each other. FUCK YOU
3. We didn't know who the committee were, I would have liked to know who was running this shithole of a committee.
4. You, the RUMA committee, call yourselves the Malaysian representatives in RMIT but you have no social grace, you're rude, arrogant, unwelcoming and about as engaging as chewing tin-foil. FUCK YOU.
Fucking thick fucks.

I AM ASHAMED OF YOU.
I have never seen such dismal organisation before.

No need to be so lansi la kanasai. Party also don't know how to manage.
Score: -5/10. yes, minus five because FUCK YOU.

I'm going to run for the RUMA chair next year and show you fucking freshies how an organisation SHOULD be run. That's assuming it's not a popularity contest and an actual test of who actually CAN and HAS run organisations.

Fellow Malaysians of RMIT, I am your woman, vote for me!