Monday, November 27, 2006
Happy Feet...
I caught Happy Feet over the weekend. You may be laughing at me, calling me a gay or something, but it's a rather good movie with some environmental awareness message inside. I'd really recommend everyone to watch it.
He is so cute...
The movie feature some really cute CG penguins. When I say really cute, I mean REALLY cute. Mumble, the main character, was the cutest. The way he walks and talks will bring a smile to anyone. The friends he got later on are cute too. You will not be able to recognise Robin Williams' voice because he spoke with a very heavy Mexican accent that was hilarious.
The ending was a happy one and I really enjoyed the show. I shall not talk about the film too much so as not to spoil anyone. Once again, I recommend everyone to bring anyone along to watch this film.
End...
Hanged @
10:35 PM
1st Day Of Work...
Today is the day I start working in Starhub. Could not really sleep early last night, not because of anxiety, but because I'm too used to sleeping at around 3AM, so I tossed and turned in bed for some time. Woke up early in the morning.
Got dressed and left home. I left home at around 7.50AM and was worried that I could not reach my workplace by 9AM. I took a bus and then the train. It was the first time I got myself in the morning rush. Everyone everywhere was rushing. I boarded the train at Boon Lay, so I got a seat on the train, fortunately.
Arrived at my workplace at 8.40AM and walked around before I attended a brief by the HR manager. After the brief, we started our training. I found out that Ah Lam, my secondary school classmate, is in the same team as me. In fact, out of the 11 guys there, only the 2 of us are under a 9-month contract. What a coincidence. We spent the day attending training and chatting about the past.
Lam and I had lunch in PS. We ended the training at about 6.00PM. I went to Wisma Atria to buy something. Along the way, I passed by some Slavation Army asking for donations. I'm not a religious person, but I feel really fortunate to have this job that pays rather well, and, on top of that, be working together with someone I know. Something in me told me to give something back to the society, share the joy or something. I donated some money and proceeded to buy my things.
I took the train back at about 8.00PM. I found out that the crowd, though still present, was not that large during that time. However, I still do not like a slightest bit of the morning and evening rush. I still have to put up with this for months. Sigh...
Got home at 9.30PM after walking around Jurong Point a bit. Will be resting early today to prepare myself for more lessons tomorrow.
End...
Hanged @
10:17 PM
Sunday, November 19, 2006
I Despise WoW Player...
As the title suggest, I despise WoW players. I really do. In case you don't know, WoW is the abbreviation for World of Warcraft, an online game that is the latest craze in town. Basically, players control a character and go around killing other fuckers, Diablo style, then they gang up to kill some huge-ass monster or whatever.
I can understand people playing games, or rather, online games. I play Guild Wars, another online game, every now and then, like once a week or something. But WoW players do it like a cult. They have to pay a monthly subscription fee. They play it everyday, organise themselves to go on 'raids' and prioritise it above everything else. They let the game control their lives, that is why I despise them.
What are the common examples that they let the game control their lives? Here are some...
When asked to go out, a friend of mine said, "I can't. I have a raid later..."
When asked to play mahjong at my house, aother friend said, "I can make it, but I must be back home by 4PM. I've got a raid..."
When asked to play mahjong at my house, yet another friend, "I don't want to go to your house. Why don't you guys come over to my house? I've got a raid tomorrow morning..." (That led to 3 guys living in Jurong to travel all the way to Sembawang to play mahjong.)
When offered a $9/hour job that requires him to work at night, a different friend said, "I don't want that job. I've got raids on most nights..."
What the fuck are they thinking? They haven't met their friends for a long time and bitch about it, but when people ask them out they'd rather play games. And the job offer one was ridicuous! $9/hour is a fucking good offer and he would rather do something that doesn't offer money. I call them morons. Maybe they all have been living too good lives and do not know the value of money or the meaning of being poor.
I talked to some WoW players regarding their stupidity. One said, "I know my limits." But he refuse to leave home when he wanted to play mahjong. He opted for 3 guys living far away to travel to his house to play with him. Why? For a fucking raid in the morning. Fuck-head.
When I told one of them that at our age, we should be thinking of making money and not spending time on a useless game that requires us to pay monthly subscription fees, he told me that he IS making money. He told me that a WoW account can be sold for a few hundreds or even over a thousand dollars. That is making money? In most cases, the players do not sell their accounts because they have invested too much time in it. What do they do? They continue playing the game and waste more time and money on it. Also, the time needed to play with that account before it is ripe to be sold is way too long. Subscription fees by the then would have added up to quite a huge sum. Working for the money is a more realistic option.
I asked one player if he thinks he is wasting too much money playing WoW with the monthly fees he has to pay and he gave me a fucking lame answer. He said that because he has WoW to play at home, he goes home everyday and saves a lot because he doesn't go out and spend money. What the fuck is this argument about? It's all self-control, you dick! I can go home everyday and not spend money also, and I don't need to pay monthly fees to do that. In that, I save my spendings and the fees.
A WoW player I know talks about the game all the time. Whenever he sits down with people, he'd single out the WoW players and talk all about DKP, mana and shit like that. There is no more social life for him. What's worse is he set up a guild and now he's on the phone all the time organising raids. He calls people from overseas also and has chalked up quite a large sum of bills. What realistic value does that bring? I really do not understand.
So here I must conclude that WoW players that let the game control their lives are downright dumb. I don't feel guilty labelling them morons. I won't say all WoW players are like that but up till now I've only seen a WoW player that is not like that. Those are thus my reasons for despising WoW players.
Don't talk WoW to me. And don't even attempt asking me to start playing WoW or you may just be on the receiving end of a tight slap. I've got better things to do with my time. You should find something better to do with YOUR time too.
End...
Hanged @
1:12 PM
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
There Was A Mistake...
The job agency just called. The agent told me I got the Starhub call centre job. What?
Apparently there were too many people going for the interview yesterday, so when my agent asked about me, the people in Starhub thought it was some other guy who didn't get the job. The information was thus wrongly disseminated. I'm going to the agency to sign the contract later.
There I was thinking about what went wrong and taking this failure as feedback, coming up with new strategies for my next possible interview. Well, at least I got through the interview. Hope I don't do badly on the job.
End...
Hanged @
11:20 AM
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Done With My Liability...
I officially end my NS liability today. Not feeling much. Not very unhappy because I have my new-found freedom, but not very happy neither. I don't really know why. Is it because my source of income has been cut? Is it because I'm overwhelmed by the amount of free time I now have? Whatever... At least I have my pink IC back.
Anyway, I've started looking for jobs already. I went to this recruitment agency with Wee Hung and Suffian last week and I was recommended this Starhub call centre job but I didn't get it. I guess I wasn't really prepared for the interview. Man, the lady interviewing me was one hard nut to crack. She was posing fucking hard questions at me. Having not worked in the customer service line before, I babbled nonsense.
Now, Suffian and Wee Hung both found jobs and I'm still idling, blogging at home. This must NOT go on. I must get outta my comfort zone.
End...
Hanged @
7:05 PM
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Twisted Tales : Red Riding Hood
Finally! It's back! I hereby bring you another Twisted Tale. For those who forgot, Twisted Tales are fairy tales I re-wrote in a rather crude manner. So here's...
Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time, there's this bugger called Red Riding Hood. As the name suggests, he's a guy who loves red, rides, and is a hood.
Red Riding Hood...
He, for some definitely ridiculous but yet unknown reasons, lives in the forest alone. He has a wooden house and his neighbour's a woodcutter. Every Friday, Red Riding Hood rides to his grandmother's house on his red bike. He takes the same path all the time.
Red Riding Hood's ride...
One Friday, Red Riding Hood's grandmother called and asked him to bring some beer over. How the fuck they find electricity in the woods is another story altogether. (For goodness sake, this is a fairy tale!)
Hanging up, Red Riding Hood packs some beer cans and sets off to his grandmother's house on his red ride. Before he left though, his neighbour, the woodcutter, cautioned him about vixens in the forest. Red Riding Hood, being at the age when he's rebellious, didn't give a shit about him. The woodcutter was worried, so he followed behind Red Riding Hood secretly.
What Red Riding Hood didn't know was that there really were vixens out in the forest waiting to eat anyone alive. The vixens heard Red Riding Hood's ride approaching and decided to set an ambush to catch him.
The vixens...
As Red Riding Hood rode past them, they found him irresistibly handsome. Furthermore, they discovered the woodcutter behind him with a weapon. Not wanting to endanger themselves, they decided to head to Red Riding Hood's grandmother's house and ambush him there.
The vixens took a short cut and ended up outside the grandmother's house. Using their assassin skills, they sneaked and devoured Red Riding Hood's grandmother before she could react.
How the grandmother looked before she died...
Next, one of the vixens hid in the closet while the other put on the dead woman's gown and hid under the blanket.
Red Riding Hood arrived about 15 minutes later and proceeded to talk to his grandmother, but in the process he found things strange. He started asking questions.
"Grandma, why are your eyes bigger?"
"Because I look better this way, my dear."
"Grandma, why are you slimmer?"
"Because I want to fit into that cute little tube top I saw in Gucci the other day, my dear."
"Grandma, why are legs longer?"
"Because I dream to be a model, my dear."
"Grandma, why are your nails longer?"
"Because I just went for a manicure session, my dear."
Rather satisfied with the answers, Red Riding Hood turned around and let his guard down. At this moment, the vixen in the closet jumped out and tried to attack Red Riding Hood. Red Riding Hood let out a loud scream, like the pussy he really is.
The voyeuristic woodcutter, who was outside the house the whole while, heard the scream and barged into the house, trying to stop the attack.
The woodcutter... I did say it's a Friday, didn't I?
The 2 vixens, seeing the woodcutter with a weapon, immediately dropped to their knees and begged for forgiveness. They revealed themselves as two female cannibals disguised as vixens. Both the woodcutter and Red Riding Hood were mesmerised by their charm. The woodcutter decided not to kill them provided the 2 of them promise never to eat humans again. They promised and were spared from death. The 4 of them drank all the beer Red Riding Hood brought as celebration. All of them got drunk and they ended up in an orgy.
Orgy in the grandmother's house...
They felt real great and decided to stay in the grandmother's house for good. There, they lived happily ever after.
End...
Hanged @
6:03 PM
Zouk...
I went to Zouk last Friday. I was lured there by the NUS Business Communications Bash held there, but a string of disappointing events left me with yet another bad experience there.
I sent messages to Suffian, Fariezan, Wee Hung and Eng to meet at Orchard MRT Station, at 10PM. I left home a little late so a took a cab down. On the way there, Wee Hung called and said he and Eng would be late. I was fine with that. Suffian called later to tell me that he'll be late too. Since Fariezan was driving, we decided to meet at Zouk instead. At about 10PM, Cindy called to tell me that we had to enter Zouk by 10.30PM if we were to use the tickets I bought from her earlier. It would've been great help if she had told me earlier. Pissed, I decided to refund the others' tickets and enter with 1 ticket first, but she grabbed all my tickets and returned me my money. I couldn't be bothered to argue. I paid $28 to enter. WTF?
Went in and saw Leong, Jun Hong, Kangjie, Zhengqi and Stephanie. Suffian and Fariezan came about 20 minutes later. Suffian, Fariezan and I stayed near Jun Hong and company and danced in Phuture until Wee Hung and Eng came. Strangely, NUS Business Communications seemed to have a lot more guys than gals. There were ridiculously few girls.
To make things worse, there were faggots in the crowd. Yes! GAYS! I'm not sure if they were on drugs or something but the whole lot of us saw about 4 guys smooching one another. When I mean smooching, I don't mean light pecks on the mouths, I mean fucking french-kissing! That's really fucked-up. To make things even a little stranger, there was a girl in the group of gays. Talk about identity crisis... The scene was rather surreal. There were 4 guys kissing away and a girl right in the centre caressing them and getting caressed at the same time.
I think I've said this before, but I have no problems with gays, as long as they keep their ass-fucking and tongue fencing to themselves. They were too close! Suffian was screaming away as they danced closer and closer. Unable to take the homosexuality, Suffian went to 'scout' Zouk. He reported that Zouk had more chicks and more space and so we left Phuture for Zouk. I was feeling rather fortunate that I didn't opt for NUS Business Communications after that encounter.
At Zouk, I found out that there were indeed more space, but I beg to differ when it comes to the statement of 'more chicks'. The crowd there's old. If Phuture was the NUS Business Communications Bash, then Zouk's the NUS Business Communications Lecturers' Bash. The music there's not my type too, but I still found myself dancing to it. We returned, or rather, we tried to return to Phuture at about 1.30AM, but the place was too crowded by then. We left soon after. Once again, like our previous visit there, we swore never to go to Zouk again. I wonder when's our next visit... Fariezan drove us to Kay Poh Road for the prata and sent all of us home.
I later found out that a lot of NUS Business Communications students did not turn up at the bash. I don't know why. I guess it's either the organisers did a bad job or they are just pure unpopular in the course. No wonder the crowd looked so sad.
End...
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5:28 PM
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