Back In The Timewarp

April 21, 2007 at 9:24 am (Craps)

…. known as Championship Manager.

Argh!!!!

I’ve been at it all night and I’ll probably be at it for the whole day too!

Nothing beats a good ol’ CM01/02 (with 2006/07 patch of course!) marathon.

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Sleepy Head

April 20, 2007 at 8:28 am (GY 白 TULAN)

I’m becoming an insomniac.

It’s 8.25am and I haven’t slept yet.

What started off as an annoying after effect to my late nights is now becoming a real problem.

Fuck. I just want a good night sleep. I just want to wake up fresh in the morning. Is that too much to ask for?

Cibai la. Damn stress. Black rings under my eyes. Body aching. Parents think I’m taking smack.

Sigh. Sleep mother fucker…. SLEEP!!!~~~

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The 300 Challenge

April 18, 2007 at 9:52 am (Craps, Useless Information)

Disclaimer : Please do not eat while reading this post. Please sit down while reading this post. Please put down all sharp objects before reading this post. The author is not responsible for anything that happens to you as a result of reading this post. Continue reading at own risk.

With that out of the way, lets get to the juicy juicy.

I’m sure that every hot blooded male who sat through the movie 300 has only one thing on their minds (two things if they were gay) – those fucking impossibly rock solid abs.

Yes. That is my “300 Challenge”.

Yes. It will be difficult.

Yes. Some of you might even call it impossible.

And yes. I am out to prove everyone wrong.

I’m armed with one of the best personal trainers money can can’t even buy.

I have an endless supply to one of the best muscle building natural suppliments in the world.

I have all the time in the world since I do not hold a full time job any more.

And I have added inspiration in the form of a side bet made with Mr. Charles on who can loose the most weight in three months. Muahahaha.

More updates to come in the future. Stay tuned!

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How much are YOU worth?

April 17, 2007 at 1:03 am (Craps, GY 白 TULAN)

I found out my “market rate” today, and to be very honest, it isn’t very flattering.

I won’t reveal the whole figure, but I’ll put it in the mid RM2,000 range. Key word being mid.

And to think I used to earn 3 grand just a month ago. Sigh. I guess people depreciate faster than cars. Or mobile phones. Actually, I think it’s just me who depreciates. Everyone else I know gets pay hikes and bonuses. But no, none of the sort for me. Just pay cuts and redundancies.

Not too much of a confidence booster I’ll admit.

Oh well. Can’t complain too much though. I’ll give it to them; my background is in tech, not lifestyle. I talk to notebook computers, PDA’s, MP3 players and USB flash drives more than I talk to my actual clients. I’m not a fahionista (as much as I would like myself to be) and I don’t have a bundle of valuable contacts.

I guess the main point is that this time, I applied for the job. I didn’t get hunted to fill the position. And in all honesty, that sucks.

It means you are asking for a chance to join a company. That transalates into you depending on their favor. This mean your salary will dictated by them. Which also means they will press for the lowest possible salary.  Which in general, isn’t very nice.

In conclusion, I’m not saying that this company is being cheap. I’m in no way implying that I won’t take the job either. I’m just saying that it’s a tad dissapointing to find out that you aren’t worth a much you thought you were.

By the way, thanks to all my buddies who either:

a) rooted for me all the way
b) offered words of encouragement and support
c) helped me behind the scenes (thanks Charles and Vicky)

I have another interview with IGB The Gardens next week which will also revolve around dollars and cents, and I sure hope that works out a little more positively. Who knows? The Mr. Media you know could be then next Mr. Marketing.

Who knows….

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Or so I thought…

April 13, 2007 at 9:10 am (Craps)

I know I’ve been bitching and moaning about the stick I’m getting from life. Sorry for boring you guys. But hey, it looks like things are finally picking up.

Just 72 hours ago I was 100% unemployed and closed to 50% depressed. I was loosing it. It’s true. Like I said in an earlier post – it’s a bad feeling to be told you’ve just lost your job, and it’s an even worse feeling to think that you may not find another. 

Trust me, you, that feeling really sucks. I literally phased out. I didn’t engage in many social activities and I lost my sense of time. Initially I mulled over my misfortune. My late nights grew later by the day (I slept at 4am every day when my GF was around due to my part time job and mild insomnia) and the insomnia grew worse. I couldn’t sleep. I would lie on the bed for 30 minutes and roll around with a hundred and one things going through my head. I slept at 4am then I woke up at 3pm. The next day I slept at 7am and woke up at 6pm. I then slept at 10am and woke up at 3pm.

My cycle was ruined. My body clock was faulty. I couldn’t sleep and surprisingly I couldn’t eat much. I smoked a lot though. I smoked in the hall the hall when the folks were asleep and smoked in my bedroom when they were awake. I left my ciggies in open view and my dad saw them many times. 

He knows, and I think he’s coming to terms with the fact. I’m 25. I guess he will learn to accept it sooner or later.

With my savings running dry, my dad popped me some cash. He told me not to worry about being unemployed and told me to hang in there. He suggested that I consider helping him out in business – which I am seriously considering. He is also very supportive of me getting another job in the mean time (while he sources for capital for our “joint venture”).

My mom thinks I’ve snapped. Every time she see’s me, I’m either sleeping or slamming my PS2. She think’s I’m going crazy and she was pretty damned right. She worries that I will snap any time soon. I don’t mean to give her such pressure, but I guess to some extent, she’s right.

But anyways, that was 72 hours ago. Today I’m still 100% unemployed, but at least I’ve recovered 50% of my spirit. Within the past three days, I’ve received three prospects for jobs.

I’m lined up for an interview with IGB tomorrow at 11 am today, so if anyone’s around the Mid Valley area, jom la, lets do lunch. I’ve also received word (and a test) from a prospective employer in Singapore. If I ace the test, chances are, they will call me down for an interview too. Also, I’ve finally heard back from a local men’s publication – according to the head editor, my chances are good.

It’s funny how things change in a snap. I’m not guaranteed any of the three jobs, but at least my hope is restored. The simple act of replying my calls and emails has given me back my spirit. If only the rest had the decency to say “sorry mate, you’re not suitable”, then I probably wouldn’t be feeling so shite in the first place.

Probably. Who knows? I could be feeling worse.

But fuck that. It’s done and over with. I’m living for today and tomorrow, not yesterday. Wish me luck boys and girls. More importantly, wish me spirit. I need that now more than ever.

 

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Unemployed and unenjoying it. A haikku.

April 10, 2007 at 5:11 am (Craps, GY 白 TULAN)

Yes.

I’m still unemployed.

It’s not like I haven’t tried. I have.

It’s not like I don’t want to get a job. I do. Very badly too.

There’s only one feeling that’s worse than the one you’re overcome with when you’re told to pack up.

It’s the one you get when you’ve sent an umpteen amount of applications and get nothing back.

The phrase “only shortlisted candidates will be contacted” is cruel.

Making people like me wait in silence is wrong.

I guess I can only blame myself tho.

Was leaving the right thing to do?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Who knows.

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Amature Photoshopping

April 3, 2007 at 4:22 am (Craps)

I had the sudden urge to play around with Photoshop!

I know it’s very simple filtering and shit, but I guess it’s aa start. Paul, give me some lessons weh! :P

P.S. Click on the image to view it in full size.

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Warning to: Maybank and ASTRO

April 1, 2007 at 8:20 am (Craps, GY 白 TULAN)

FUCK!

IS IT JUST ME OR AM I THE UNLUCKIEST CUSTOMER IN THE WHOLE MALAYSIA?

First of all, my HLB account was fucking up. Now my Maybank2U and Astro is fucking up! WHATS THE FUCKING MATTER WEH?!! CIBAI!!

Maybank

I needed to transfer some money into my dad’s account the other day, and since I was too lazy to go to the bank, I proposed that I did it online via Maybank2u. Since it was a third party account transfer (both accounts are Maybank accounts), I didn’t think I’d face many problems. How fucking wrong I was.

I had forgotten my fucking Maybank2u password (FUCK THE PERSON WHO MADE IT COMPULSARY TO USE WEIRD ALPHANUMERIC PASSWORDS), and had been locked out of my own account. I followed the instructions on the screen and called the customer torture service line.

*PunPunRider mashes the keys on his mobile phone.*
Maybank: “Thank you for calling Maybank, bla bla bla, usless information, bla bla bla.”
*PunPunRider navigates the maze of menus.*
Maybank: “Please hold.”
*PunPunRider holds. Watches TV while holding. Smokes a ciggie while holding. Takes a piss while holding. Still holding.*
Maybank: “Please hold.”
*PunPunRider plays MSN. Writes a blog. Smokes another ciggie.*
Maybank: “Please hold.”
PunPunRider: FUCKER!! ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE!!
Maybank: “Please hold.”
PunPunRider: @#$#@$@@@!!!V$!@$!!V Tulan!!!#!@$!$

MB: “Hello, this is !@#!@#@! speaking. How may I assist you?”
PPR: “Hello. I need you to reset my password for Maybank2u please.”
MB: “Sure sir. First I need to verify your bla bla bla.”
PPR: “Sure, bla bla bla bla.”

MB: “OOOoooh your Maybank2u account is LOCKED!!”
PPR: “Ya I know. Thats why I called…”

MB: “Sir, I need to reset your password.”
PPR: “Ya I know. Thats why I called…”

MB: “Sir, do you have the PIN number for when you first logged in?”
PPR: “My first login was three years ago. How to keep so long neh?”

MB: “SIR THEN I CANNOT RESET FOR YOU. STFU KTHXBAI.”
PPR: “No, I’m sure you can.”

(I know can cos I reset my password over the phone like 2 weeks ago!!)

MB:”No Sir. I can’t. You need to go to the branch!”
PPR: “Are you sure? I’m sure you can reset. I gave you all the relevant info already.  Why cant you do it?”

MB:”Sir, I CAN’T do that from here. You need to go to the branch.”
PPR:”What?! Can’t?! Where got such thing?”

MB:”Sir, I CAN’T! My system not connected to that sir.”
PPR:”Then can you transfer me to the correct person?”

MB:”Sir, no one can help you from here. You need to go to the branch!”
PPR:”Er… are you sureeeeee?”

MB:”Sure!”
PPR:”Well you’re no fucking help. You obviously don’t know how to do your fucking job!”

*PPR slams phone pushes the “no” button on his mobile.*

Why so suey? Two weeks, two bad phone services. I mean this guy is bluffing me! He just doesn’t want to help me. Damn fucking ridiculous!!! WHY?! WHY BULLY ME?! MOTHER FUCKER?!!! I WILL FIND YOU AND XXX YOU!!!! ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Astro

Has anyone else been having problems with Astro recently? Ever since I got back from Singapore (last Thursday), I haven’t been able to watch Astro from my home! I always get “no signal” or “bad signal”. It isn’t the “didn’t pay” kind of screen, but I always kena the picture ok for 3 seconds, then blur for 1 second then ok again then blur again. Like the kind you kena when heavy rain – but here it’s been fucking bright and sunny. CIBAI!!

Now even worse. Can see the channel info but no picture at all. Damn fucking tulan neh!

GF told me to call Astro, but based on my recent track record, it sure going to turn into a fucking disaster again!! ARGHHHHH!!!!

FUCK IT. BUEY TA HAN. SLEEP NOW!!!

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Infamously Unfamous

April 1, 2007 at 8:03 am (Craps)

An old cliche tells us that less is more, but how much can we actually get from having less?

Puzzling isn’t it? Maybe it’s just the lack of sleep (it’s 7.43am and I’m still awake for fucks sake), or maybe the constant thumping of bass has finally dislodged my brain (Bob Sinclar’s “World, hold on” is the latest addition to my looping playlist).

Anyway, back to the point – I heard a phrase on the radio on my way home and I found it quite inspiring. It’s oh so cliche, but still, looking at my current situation, I found it rather apt.

The more successful some one is, the more prone they are to be scared of faliure.
We started off as nobody, so we had nothing to loose anyway!”

Which brings me to my point – if I’m a nobody, can I succeed? How unfamous must I be to become infamous? If I’m too little of a nobody, will any body actually give a fuck when I succeed?

Well, I guess if I do succeed, I’ll be rich and shit. But I guess, for starters no one will go “tiu, is his father rich, not him” or “tiu, take over fathers company ma”. People will probably go “tiu, so rich for what? he so fat and ugly” or “tiu, so rich for what? sure his cock very short wan!” or “tiu, so rich for what? not like he is a superstar also”.

(**Disclaimer: I have nothing against people taking over their father’s company. Don’t get me wrong here, but you know as well as I do that these fuckers like to use that sentence!)

Erk… actually as long as you’re rich, sure got people fuck you for no reason. So in that sense, isn’t it better to be moderately well off and unfamous instead of being rich and unfamous (or are you famous now since you’re rich?).

If I was successful and (moderately) rich, I’d buy myself an Evo 6.5 TM Edition. It would be red and it would have 19 inch white rims. It would have a pppprrruuuuu kind of blow off vaulve instead of the more garang sounding pppppshhhh. I would use a PDA phone and carry a Dunhill sling bag (I spotted one in Singapore DFS… damn fucking chio man!). I’m not a big watch fan, so I guess the furthest I would go would be a Tissot T-Touch or a Tag Heuer. Baju wise… I think fuck it. Just buy what’s nice, but for sure going to buy my self a Lacoste polo T.

I don’t think I’d have to change my yum cha habbits with the boys. As it is, we’re already paying out of our noses during our regular Dome sessions. I wouldn’t really have to change drinking venues either, beacause drinking in a club is expensive regardless of where you go. One thing I’d have to make sure tho is that my car is registered with a Singapore plate. That’s so I can go in and out of Singapore to visit GF without having to pay the fucking stupid daily toll thingy. Ish. We should charge them toll too leh!

Erh. Fuck. I think I’ve lost track a little here now. What the fuck was this post about in the first place anyway? TIU!

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