1 Year Anniversary

Officially on November i've been working as a property agent for one full year, this means a lot to me as this is the first time i hold a job for this long without having a second thought of changing into another occupation.

So after one year of being an agent, it's save to say that this is my permanent job..nothing else anymore. I probably could go on and on about every layer of my job but that'll probably bore you so i just post the top 3 favourite houses i've sold for the past one year..

Reason being that this was the first house i've sold..after a month of working only. The amount of excitement, joy and nervousness that was going on could not be explain with words..could never be explained.

This house holds a special place in my heart mainly because it was something i never thought i'll be ever to sell because of it's high price..10k and 3 month of working i've achieved the impossible.. I'll probably never be able to sell any houses more expensive than this.

This house will go down in my career history as one of the fastest house i've ever sold..record breaking time is 3 days. First customer to viewed, agreed and purchased it..proud moment for me..

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National Service Part 3

So this is the finale of my dreadful National Services experience, the last time i left off i mentioned that i was in the program for only 2 days and 2 night thankfully.

Here's the funny thing, as i mentioned previously that all candidates are supposed to do a check up first weeks before saying goodbye to cruel world, but being living in Malaysia..things don't always go according to plan even when suppose to. That day when we went for check up there was supposed to be doctor, but there wasn't..on the same day the letter written that we're supposed to go to this place and meet doctors is also the same day where there's no doctor..can the government be more fucked up?

So anyway, snap back to the camp site, on the 2nd day some of the commander put a few of us into a van and bring to see a doctor..again. Inside there i finally met a doctor as planned before and to my surprise the doctor said some magic words to my ear and turn the whole thing upside down. According to her, candidate with asthma attack are not qualified to participate in this program..i stay calm and cool and steady on the outside acting like i don't understand what she's saying but inside..i was jumping all around.

14 years ago when i went under the knife, having stay nearly a year of my life in the hospital because of some kidney problem and asthma attack has finally come in handy. As the doctor was speaking, my mind went blank and all i can think about is the fact that I'm going home while them suckers continue to stay there at that hell hole with ghosts and cemetery and flies food and everything. I didn't even give the doctor my opinion, i just acted like if she says so then she says so..shut up and full stop.

Basically there's how it all went down, after 2 days there with head shaved, I'm going home.. It's probably hard for some people to believe that i was literally that lucky, i won't missed much of that place since i never like the idea of leaving home and doing all the training just because they think we'll be prepared if Melaka got itself into a war with another country..hell..i'll run off first clown face.

Days before i got up that NS bus i thought to myself on how much life i would be missing, i'll be missing on some media entertainment like movies, song and games..or my own room, nice good food and so many other more things to do besides fighting flies in the morning and mosquitoes at night, i even quit my job just because of this nonsense and i resume back to work the day after i was released. Sounds like prison..

A lot of people find it hard to believe that someone who was into in NS for 2 days have more story to tell than those who spend 3 month trying to type in their first paragraph. i gueesed i'm just me. The End.

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National Service Part 2

So when we last left out i was bitching about how i found out i was chosen all the way to the day i step foot on them soil and them terrible food and swimming lake..life is a bitch and i hear that she bites.

Well what's else i haven't bitch about yet, well did i mention that the public bathroom/ toilet is dirtier than some basement that i've seen where people get tortured in, the male's bathroom is that nasty that i can't imagine what sort of rainbow and sunshine the girl's side have..probably hellish as well. Nevertheless, it's also the place where you have to clean your clothes, scrubbing shit off your fashion like some goddamn stone age people..

Night time is actually pretty crappy due to the fact it's next to a cemetery, plus the dorm's door are not allowed to be closed like what the fuck? that's stupidly scary like horror movie in 3D and what's scarier than ghost..mosquitoes. But we ain't that bad since the girl's dorm is closer to the cemetery and them commanders said before that sometime when they went patrolling..they see "things". Ghost are perverts too perhaps?

I think i don't have to mention how scared them girls were..

I do remember one thing very particularly though, there was a Malay guy in my group that was suffering from some sort of dis capability if i would say so. He was having legs problem that cause him to walk limp..i guess one of his leg wasn't that good perhaps and yet no one and i mean no one offer to help him or even cut him some slack.

No one meaning the nurses from some hospital that we have to attend to before we went meet our death, everyone of us have to go through this procedure like injection and urine sample check up.

I mean ain't it obvious if you see someone with that guy's leg condition, ain't it obvious that he's in physically in no shape to participate in this nonsense crap that we got dragged into..ain't it clearly obvious enough? It doesn't take a genius to figure out that even without a doctor's approval right..some people just are so stupid.

It was a 2 night of hell and when i said 2 nights..i really meant 2 nights only because after that i was..

O.U.T

stay tune for part 3, the finale..

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National Service Part 1

I remembered the day where i came back from work when i was about 17, months after my first job working in a gift shop..i came back to a horrific yet predictable news actually, it was a envelope on the table.

Inside it contains a nightmare i somewhat knew i have to go through, I have been officially selected to join National Service.. moment of silence please everyone..

I passed out for an hour before waking up and passing out again..

I was kinda prepared for this day but then again i mean seriously want to join such crap especially when making money is more important right. Anyway, i shaved my head a month before joining it cause either way I'm screwed so might as well get into the spirit of it in advance.. I even have to quit my job just so that the government doesn't have to send their ass kissing people over to capture me.

Official day arrived and i sat in the bus while watching myself being taking far far away from my parents, after a while first thing i noticed is that there's a bloody cemetery next to the camp..why in God's name will they locate the camp next to a curse place? It's was in Alor Gajah by the way.. Getting down from the bus and the first thought come to me was..I want to go home now!

It was hot and dusty, kinda like from the desert of Mexico..everyone of us looks like some lost cowboy while the commanders looks like freaking cactus because if you touch them, they'll kill you. Nothing about that place impresses me except the large lake in the camp that's closer to the boy's dorm than girl's..because they're closer to the canteen so we get the lake right? wrong..apparently the lake is dirty and can cause rashes on skin if we swim in it..the curse from the cemetery has already begun apparently.

And just when i thought things couldn't get any worse, it did..the canteen that i've mentioned earlier that was closer to the girl's dorm..which makes no sense because girl eats less than guys, and yet we're the one here that needs to walk further for food, jeez. Anyway, that was just a minor, the major problem was that the place is so dirty that if you leave your food on the table longer than 1 minute, millions and millions of flies will be on it like literally covered completely and i ain't lying.

After a long exposing tiring sun burning dust swiping day, it was time for shower and sleep and boy oh boy did it felt good..and this is just day 1 basis..i barely even scratching the surface..stay tuned for part 2 soon..

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Forgiveness

I've come to the term and agreement between me and myself that it's time to let certain anger and hatred go, that's it's not what i would like to live with or remember him by.. I've pour enough of blood sweat and tears to say that i've finally forgiven my father for the cause of his marriage divorce..

In a fragment of what i remembered when i was younger is only a small portion of what the real reality is..my dad is not a bad person, no dad in this world is a bad person..every father is this world is trying their best to give and provide by all mean necessary, it's just hard to see when you're not in their shoe or when you only see one angle of it.

Since the divorce I've always blame my father for everything that happened to it, I see him as this monster that killed the marriage and that whatever happened after that night is all because of him..many nights whereby there's lots of screaming, shouting, yelling, swearing,slamming terrified me through out..i never knew what to do yet I'm afraid if i don't do something, something else might happen.

They said that whatever happened to a person is almost certainly caused by past trauma in one's life..I was too young to really care or understand any of this till now, the sort of person my father is now is probably because of the kind of life my father lived when he was young, maybe his relationship with his father is nothing more but a string of blood, flesh and bone..maybe his father used to beat him up badly therefore the sin of the past come haunting the present now. I just saying maybe that what makes my dad and it's carry on to me..i have a very bad temper too when i'm ticked..which i regret to sometime..

I never really see or try to understand how my father felt at that time when my mum wanted a divorce. Some husband have no idea how lucky they are that their wife never come to term of using divorce paper as an option, my dad wasn't so fortunate.. one might say he bought this upon himself, but then again maybe my mum overacted..you know how women are, right. My dad lost everything that night when he hears those words, he lost a wife, probably his girlfriend for how many years.. i mean he'll gonna lose me and my sister, the house and everything else, he's never the same man to my mum again after that talk..it's like breaking up but in a higher ground.

Despite so, my dad still pay for mostly everything in the house..that's a sad life to be living, my dad spend most of his time in the room with his Facebook, yes he has Facebook because he can't stand being in the same area with my mother, remind me and my owner in Subang Jaya.. I thought it was hard to be the victim that have to sit through this but it's even harder to be the person that have to live through this. My dad is real nice and kind with the people around him, including my mum despite everything..i mean he even go as far as to buy a new handphone for her that was stolen in her office, and it ain't no cheap phone, he even collects tin can for some random garbage men just so that he'll have a few extra cents, how many people nowadays does that sort of things anymore?

So dad, I'm letting go of the anger, I'm tearing down the walls, I'm building you a bridge to come to the other side, I'm saying..i've forgive you.

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Breaking Point

Yesterday my dad came back from Taiwan from a company trip, i didn't go. When the moment he came back it just seems like life just turn upside down, everything just spin out of control..

First thing first, his car wouldn't start because i never jump start it every once in a while, it was fine when i started it on Wednesday..few days later and it's dead. To make matter worse, motherfucker came back and let go of the tires on my car again, either i keep driving on sharp glasses like Evil Ken-evil or someone just love to fuck up my life..of course in the end, I'm the one to blame for it because no one else is there except me..

So there's 2 things that went wrong in 15 minutes, so dad has already order foods from some restaurant..told me to go with my mum to take it..knowing when my mum drive, the moment she starts the car, she starts bitching on everything..my mum has a thing for nagging, it's seriously irritating to hear and to see how one person just ask for a small little favor like driving from the home to the restaurant like 5 minute away and feel like sitting on the passage seat from hell.. that mouth never shuts..

Bitching and nagging all the way home i just finally snap and lost it..just can't take it anymore, one after another..everything little things that was going on within that 20 minute can make shit so difficult. The moment i reached home, my car was back and the moment i put the food down i took them keys and handphone and wallet and just stormed out..i was pissed, i was angry and i snapped and i have had it..i didn't even eat any dinner last night..food was not on my mind.

I drove all night and just stop at some random place to sit down and get my mind clear out..i sat in the car for so long without getting bored like i used to. Drove here and there just to past time and either of my parents even bother to call me to check on me, my dad did but my phone was off was it just so happened. Finally decided to go to that slaughterhouse about 11.30 and just go to sleep without wanting to think about it..they said that tomorrow will be the better day of today.. i hope so. The next day everybody just act like nothing happen, nobody bothered to see what was up with me, nothing..some sweet homecoming.

And yet again they will never find out what drove me to lose myself that night..

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Convocation

So today January 15th is my convocation, i went there and it was a shit load of people..it's good to be back in Subang Jaya again, seeing all these people again, breathing Subang populated air again..it's good. Anyway I put on my curtain outfit and Hogwart hat on and took the scroll, so officially graduated from SEGI as a Creative Multimedia student, booyah. It's adrenaline rushing, blood pumping, heart beating moment from everyone including me..

and that was me being sarcastic..here's the real fact..

People are really bitchy when it comes to this scroll of certification regarding one's graduation at certain places..I'm getting bitches bitching at me from all over places. I understand..it's not normal for me to not wanting something to do with things like this. boo hoo..

Let's be frank to each other, I wanted to come and get the thing, i wanted to see my friends most importantly but i can't make it..I could try to make it if i wanted to..but then i don't feel like doing so..Some might say i wasted 3 years of my life studying at SEGi college because at the end of the day, when the thing that comes down telling you you are a graduated student from SEGi, i didn't bother to come and take it..

My parent didn't bitch me about it, so i guess it's cool..Funny how i get bitch on by some people who intially didn't wanted to go too yet somehow thing turn upside down, and i', getting heat from them. Even from people who did not finish college, dropout from it, didn't finish it and gone money wasting bitch on me for not coming..some people need to seriously look in the mirror. I chose this path and i do not regret it and at the same time i don't really care about it..I'll talk about the "real" reason why i didn't want to attend it..soon..

For me personally, i don't need a piece of paper to tell me what i am and where i come from, I know what i am, I'm a graphic designer in SEGi college, not a very good one but knows how to use software to do certain things. It's pretty easy to please me actually, kinda like marriage thingy..If i'm in a serious relationship and committed to someone about 5 to 6 years into it, i don't need a piece of paper to tell me that i love that someone, i don't need to put my hand in the air while the other one grabbing my ass..if i'm serious about it, i would already considered myself married..fuck paper.

Anyway, congrats to those who was in the same Semester as me and actually went there to graduate properly..Congrats..

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Daddy's Home

Well actually no..not daddy..just me..ya sorry to shattered your expectations and for your information that an Usher's song..

Anyway, I am finally home, to my own house, in my own room, with my own fan and air cond, my games, my stuff and everything and my oh so beautiful toilet..the smell of shit is in the air..Anway, coming back to Melaka isn't really a smooth journey, it was in fact a string of bad luck..

First off, after so excited and happy while high on drug about it, i couldn't sleep, only managed to do so after 4 dawn..just that woke up at 8, so was about 4 hour sleep only. Then carrying everything into my car, i realize i left my lap top behind, thankfully i didn't left my lap..or my top..that's would have be disturbing..

After that, i thought i should go have my breakfast since i'm already up and there's nothing i can do except for my owner's son to return home..and the shop was closed..talk about ironic..So i went to my game shop instead to play some game to burn time, and the games are all spoiled and stuff..sigh weird day to start off with..

After, my owner's son came home, i took my laptop and left and out of nowhere it starts to pour cats and dogs and humans everywhere, very heavily too..the rain drop are big and heavy, kinda like the one where if you took one drop on the head, you'll died..and then after i passed the toll, it was gone..it was kinda like Subang Jaya was crying on me..

But thankfully i didn't end up lost on the highway, it would be my biggest panic ever if it would to happen. After 2 hour of driving, i am home..after 3 years..i am home..and it is sweet.

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When We Were

Back then when i was in elementary, school life was hard on me, i said that studying was difficult and pointless, school was like a bully asylum, teachers were strict, mean and taking out anger on students like us now for what happened to them 20 years ago, school book were too damn much to carry, thick like dictionary and my result can never seem to satisfy people..

Back then when i was in secondary, school life was harder on me, i said that studying was boring and uninteresting, school felt like a place where i don't belong, teachers were old and ugly rather than young and hot, school book was like an extra object that we love leaving under the desk and my result is..well, the opposite of flying color, it's desaturated.

Back then when i was in college, school life was relaxing and enjoying most of the time, actually feel more flexible than ever, i said that studying is better in college because people can actually speak English, school was like the college you see on TV without those spring break only, damn..teachers were balance of good and awful but at least they speak English, school book, need not worry for there isn't any and my result has never been easier to score because the lecturer doesn't know what the fuck they're doing too..

Those were the good old days..when you start working, you'll think back of the good old days..

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What Ever Happened To You?

When i was young, very very young..i think about maybe 4? 5 years old maybe? i met this..Caucasian girl. Her father is a friend of my grandfather..i really don know a lot of anything about them at all..but i remember this girl..this Caucasian girl.

I don't remember how she looks, i don't remember her name, i don't remember if she an Australian, English, or America or whatever, i don't even how old she was back then..but this is how i remembered her..my mum.

My mum keep teasing me..last time..a lot about this girl..she said she kissed me or something..i don't really remember unfortunately..so the point not about the kiss..it's was too young to even call it illegal..it's about who this mystery girl is. She may not be important..but it'll be cool to meet her again..i don't have any foreign friends, so it will be so cool to have one..if only we were still keeping in touch with each other.

Only a fragment of memories about her..so i wonder whatever happened to her?

Remind Rewind Behind Time

Today internship vibe give me back the feeling when i had my first job in Malacca..what feeling? the feeling of tired..too tired to do anything when you come back..

Like all those feeling really came back to me, i remembered back then when i was searching my first job after SPM..i got rejected like by 6 different places in 1 day..

I tried at first in a music store, they said i'm too young
I tried at game store, not hiring
I tried at another music store, never call back
I tried at clothing store, say come back later when manager around, when manager is around, they're actually not hiring
I tried at Popular store, not 21..cannot take
I tried at CD store, (this is i don't remember)..

After that i just gave up..i just sat at home and play game only, too lazy to try anymore places..but mum convinced me that i should try at Tesco, so i did..

At first, i wanted to try at KFC, saw the manager standing there, but i chicken out..hmm, Chicken out in a chicken food place..anyway, after that i went searching around for other place, and there it was living cabin.

*note that someone took this, not me..

For some reason, something pulled me in, i went in later, talk to the supervisor and BANG!!..i got a job..and i end up working 6 days a week, 13 hours a day..

But i will be grateful to the supervisor, my big sister for giving me a chance when no one will..See..do we look like brother and sister..that's my cap too by the way..I wish i had a big sister, if i can, she will be the perfect one..

First Time Clubbin'

I went to club for my first time ever..i never go clubbing before my whole life, so i went and see what it's like..some people were surprised that i never club before in my life..not me though..haha..
On the way to the club, i had a very uncomfortable ride, because i was stuck in the backseat with 2 guy, squeezing each other's body against each other, one of them was being gay with me and stuff, i had no idea why he was acting like that, it's not like he had liquor before we went clubbing...i think..anyway, after stuck in the back for around 20 minute..we have arrive..the club is called Bamboo, it;s not a big club, it's a average one..and the feeling i had when i first step in feel like this...it's feel like i have enter the chamber of deaf..it's so freaking loud..
So the waitress walk us to our table, i didn't realize we were right under a speaker till the music start getting louder.it was very crowded and people were dancing everywhere and there..so i had a beer, coka cola, and something i don't know what it called, it's hard liquor mix with coke..taste awfully awful at first, but then later..kinda starting to get used to it..and all this mixture making my tummy burning inside..
So these are the things that happened in the club, First, we witnessed a bartender and a customer getting into a fight, don't know how to started, but the bartender was so pissed enough that he was going grab a bottle and killed that guy, Gee Gee told us earlier that it's best WE don't get into a fight, and here we see someone else doing shit..haha..Second, there's was this guy from his group of friends joining us like dancing and stuff, he just came to us and start jumping with us through the songs, it was fun but i felt kinda sick after a few song because of the liquor in my tummy, i was like going to vomit if i keep jumping with him through a few more songs..Third, speaking of vomit, one of our college friends, Nana..came and drank so much that she was wasted, literally KO..i wasn't surprised actually, drink then dance then smoke then drink again..it's the combination of puking..her friends had to drag her in and out of the toilet..damn..taste her own waste..
Anyway, reached there at 10 and came out at 2..by the time i'm out, i was half deaf, head grow slighty larger and tummy cooking..not drunk and not laid..just tired..and i went to sleep at 4 in the morning..that's my first time in a club..

Bowling

I was digging up old stuff and i found this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s19J89kAKPA
me and college friends bowling for the first time ..last year.
~The first guy is Jion, which is also my roomate in my apartment. He's from Johor.
~The second guy is Marcus aka Sucram( name backward)..is a my quarter brother because me and him have so many similiarity..especially our IC number.
~The pink girl is Chloe..who is my legna(angel backward), adores pink. You can check her out in her blog.http://www.atashichloe.blogspot.com/.
~The girl in black is Sylvia..Pro artist. You can check out her deviantart here.http://hueyyin.deviantart.com/
The last one is Wei Vern. super hyper active and love dancing.

I'm not in it becuase i'm recording..i'm the one making the noise in the video..noted that my voice is very different in real life.

Piano

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgCLeV-N9Zs

Ladies And Gentlemen..without farther a due, i bring to you..my sister on a piano
song she's playing is called Beyonce"Halo" ...only the intro part
Enjoy!!!