Stifled...

Monday, June 30, 2008

Get Lost...

I'm sure everyone has heard about the TV series Lost, right? For those who have not watched it, I say go get your hands on it now. It's one of the most awesome TV series ever. It's engaging, interesting, touching, surreal. It has tons of mysteries, the characters' stories are well-developed, the plot well-written and the method of conveying the story is so damn good.

I've just started on Season 3 and I can't wait to finish it. The series currently ends at Season 4 and the producers are ending the whole show in 6 seasons. Season 5 will air in the States January next year. I just can't wait.

Seriously, TV is filled with crap these days and only a few things are worth watching. If you have not caught Lost (and Friends), you haven't watched TV. You don't know what you are missing.

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Hanged @ 3:16 PM

Anonymous said...: LOST is a dragfest!

The 1st 2 seasons were good, then it's all drag.......... drag.. and drag...; 3:59 AM

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Privacy Is A Luxury...

A few weeks ago, I got a call from a Malay lady. She, a stranger, asked if I was interested in some spa offer. I was working when I answered the phone. I declined politely, saying that I was not interested and the lady slammed the phone on me.

What irritated me was not her rude slamming of the phone, but the fact that she called me. I was irritated, not puzzled, because I know how she got my number. You know all those online forms and lucky draw coupons you fill up with your personal information? Websites and shops keep those information and sell it to companies that do telemarketing or online marketing. How do I know? Because my modules taught me so. So the next time you fill something up some form, just know that it will haunt you will SMS advertisements, spam and anonymous calls.

Privacy, something we value so damn much these days, is slowly disappearing. You can use secure passwords, lock your credit card in a safe, leave your identification card at home, but those cannot change the fact that hundreds of people out there already knows your name, your identification number, your D.O.B., and your credit card number. Do you, for a moment, think that your cellphone company doesn't have your information?

With globalization, privacy has become a commodity of the large firms. With this commodification, privacy, to everyone else, has become a luxury and not a right anymore.

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Hanged @ 2:57 PM

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Friday, June 20, 2008

About Suicide...

No, I'm no considering it. It's just that a thought just struck me.

Many people are trying to kill themselves. Why? Almost all the time, it's to escape some problems in life. However, I deem these people cowards.

It takes a moment to courage to kill youself, but it takes much more to live on and deal with the problem.

That's why I think people who try to take the easy way out are cowards, losers.

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Hanged @ 6:45 PM

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Radio DJ...

I emailed 93.3FM yesterday to see how I can land a part-time job there and they replied today. They need my resume and a recording of me either singing or reading the news. I'll need to find a good piece of news to read.

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Hanged @ 4:58 PM

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Untitled...

I'm at home now. Have been the whole day. Didn't go to work today because of some boils growing at the sole of my left foot. Hurts so much that I can't put on any footwear. Went to see the doctor just now. $76 for a few medication. The boils better go away or I'll flip.

Anyway, it's been about a week since I started working. The colleagues there are fine, but my job scope sucks. It's not anywhere near what I thought it would be. I'm no admin assistant. I'm doing shit in a warehouse. I'm in charge of packing small machine spare parts into little plastic bags and sealing them up. There's no air-con and it gets hot as hell in the afternoon. I have 3 fans blowing at me but that is still nowhere near cool.

It is immensely boring packing those shit. I'm supposed to pack them into packets of 10. It's brainless, really. I can pactically do mathematical sums in my head while packing them. There's a radio blasting in the warehouse, the only thing that is preserving my sanity.

Working there is a waste of my talents, whatever my talents are. But $1300 for a stress-free job is not a bad deal.

My mum just told me that her company is hiring admin assistant for 2 months. She needs help with auditing the company accounts. $1100 a month. I'm seriously considering it. Should I take it?

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Hanged @ 4:48 PM

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Monday, June 09, 2008

Error...?

I noticed that my blog's hit counter doubled after I changed to the new layout. Is it an error with the counter? Or is it an error with the webpage? Maybe it's my calculation error? Or maybe, just maybe, it's the error of people out there who are interested to read shit about my mundane life.

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Hanged @ 6:51 PM

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Sunday, June 01, 2008

Starting Work...

I'm starting work tomorrow morning. The company I'll be working for is a new company, with a boss in his 30s. I heard he's a good businessman and has made quite a profit over a few months. Maybe I can learn a thing or two from him.

Sleeping soon. Don't wanna be late in the first day of work.

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Hanged @ 11:25 PM

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Hunger...

I feel lost. There's a hunger in me I need to appease. It's not physical. I wanna do something. Something big. Something that can make me money, make me rich. Something that can give me satisfaction. I wanna start the cafe thing with Angie now, but I can't, due to lack of funds. My soul aches to do something. It's devouring me.

When I look at myself, I feel like shit. I need to get rich, need to do something. I have dreams to fulfill, money to be made, skies to explore. I see lost souls around me, living a dream, chasing meaningless things, meaningless pleasures. I feel for them. A part of me wanna be like them. In fact, I'm like them to a certain extent. That is what people define as youth.

But a part of me wants to do more than that. I'm not a teenager anymore, not a schoolboy anymore. I want to be successful. Some people my age are making big bucks. I wanna be like them, and to put it crudely, the more lost souls there are around me, the more advantage I have to become successful.

I wanna take risks, wanna try things. I'm glad I have lazy, conservative friends because they are who I'll get money from. They will be my customers, the consumers. They'll never get out of their hopeless state, never get successful and compete with me for money. They still believe in studying hard and working for others to get rich. The world needs people like that.

I'm glad I have friends who spend more time chasing pleasures and girls than money. They'll always spend more than they get.

But even with so many lost souls, I'm still not successful, still not making it big. I'm hungry for that. I have to be more hungry. I have to do more. I'll prepare a proposal by the end of the term break and present to the entrepreneur centre of my school to secure funds for the cafe. I'll do it over and over until I get it. It's now or never.

I don't wanna tear myself apart.

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Hanged @ 11:07 PM

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