Bummed

Ok. This bumming around is seriously starting to get to me. Hence, once again, a pointless post. My ramblings about the screwed up world that we live in,

Come to think of it...when was the world not messed up?

So yea...its all good i guess.

Job hunting is a bitch!

Talk about petrol, its good to know that the price for petrol is now down to RM2.00 per litre. Though it doesnt make much of a difference since my ride really knows how to burn fuel- and a hole through my wallet. 

For a supposedly economical car...thats just wrong.

I am so tempted to torch it down but seeing that i own no other mean of transportation...i cant. Not to mention my mom would kill me if she found out.

Oh well, the ride goes on.

Check out part 2 here.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCtz4trJr_g&feature=related

Ruthless!

Shades

its been a while since i was really annoyed by people around me. believe me when i say i have no intention of pissing anyone off, but sometimes, people just have a way of getting under my skin.

they say "leave them be. its not like they're bothering you or anything".

so yea okay...

im thinking...nope.

so here's the beef:

rule of thumb. shades are not meant to be worn indoors.it makes you look like an idiot, especially in shopping malls or in any building for that matter- no matter how white the walls or ceilings are.

its okay.your imaginary paparazzi wont recognize you.

that applies for those shutter shades too.man...that's just wrong. even for mr.kanye.

its understandable if you've got a black eye under the shades and it is well recommended that you wear shades if you have a pink eye going on.

whatever it is. dont do it in the name of style, because it is far far away from being stylish.

thank you.

Saleen

Say hello to my new friend.
Shizzle shizzle~

MonkeyBoy

Slums

Yea. Putrajaya should be referred to as the slums. Especially the apartments. At the rate its going, in 10 years time, this place without doubt shall look like hell.

Few years ago, this place was tip-top in every sense.The walls were so clean and untouched, there wasnt that much cars and the elevators had this welcoming vibe to it.

Nowadays, the walls are scribbled with nonsense. You know...the kind of scribbles you find behind the doors of a public toilet. The elevators now feels haunted and the parking space has become somewhat limited.

Judging by the number of cars...I'm guessing one house has at least 2 cars. Why the hell do you need so many cars? 

Oh yea...and theres just too many kids running around aimlessly, making alot of noise while their at it. Not that i dont like kids, but at some point, i find them rather annoying, especially when they're screaming in the hallway.

Such nuisance. Cant even watch the tv peacefully.

Oh another thing, i hate the makcik who sells nasi lemak right in front of the elevator every morning. Her price changes from day to day.

And who the hell brings up a motorcycle up to the 12th floor? Talk about being paranoia.

Natas

So they refer to themselves as civilized and modern people...

Yea right.

Herobama

Saturday mornings

What's good to do on a Saturday morning in this godforsaken city?

Whattadilly?

Finally, it all comes down to this- 3 years for my diploma, another 2 for my degree and that 18 months i spent my days working my ass off for money:

24 years old, pretty much broke in the middle of the month and still i think of myself as a jedi knight.

so anyways, what does one do when they're about to graduate- apart from throwing or spamming corporations with resumes and such?

yea yea yea, i know how important money is and you just cant wait to get a jump start and be a slave to the corporate world. hey, no disrespect, im pretty much doing the same thing to. but i havent exactly come to have peace with it just yet.

sometimes i cant help but wonder, is this all there is to it? i know it is, but somehow, deep inside- "no it isnt you fool!".

iv always admired people who actually have the guts to throw away their comfortable lives for the sake of self-fulfillment. they dont care about what others think, they dont care if they die poor. but what they do care about is the satisfaction they'll get doing something close to heart- though it means dying poor and broke. worst case scenario, become a hobo.

i wish i could do that. i wish i could just get up, pack up, wave goodbye and walk away from the comfort zone. something tells me i have a tendency to do so- but not anytime soon because i believe that money is the 'root to happiness' or at least the 'route to happiness'.

those people who say money cant, will not and will never be able to buy you happiness- they're crazy and they have no idea what they're talking about.

soon i'll attend interviews and such, my housemates will bust me talking to the mirror, clothes all nicely pressed, a hint of perfume, man...this is no fun.

but hey, we gotta do what we gotta do.

but not for the next 2 months or so.