another tiring day....
We walk around KLCC. Loafing around. and went to check some book at Kinokuniya. As usual, i went to the music section first, check what new stuff available. i saw lot's of books on musician like The Beatles, Dob Dylan, Metallica, Nirvana and some other artistes that i don't wanna mention ( from former member of a boyband and some cheesy pop tart bitch.) i was hoping to find a new autobigraphy on the Pumpkins. Unfortunately, i can't. Even i can find it, i also didn't have the money to buy it. Later went up Page One to check books on graphic design and arts. There's one thing bad in Graphic Design that u will have to update yourself with the current trend, skills, or design skills. when your stuck in at a certain 'timeline', you'll be considered outdated. really need to improve my skills. really feels lousy certain times. Arghhhh!!!!!!
Sometimes i think i sould study some other conventional course instead and be like every one else. No music, guitars and creativity. And just do some paperworks and get paid. And sometimes, i asked myself "DO i have to dressed/potray myself a bit geeky or nerdy (in a polite manner it's called clean cut and well dressed) during an interview?" Well, during an interview i would always wear the proper attire like long sleeve and the usual stuff anyone sane would wear to an interview. But there's some problem with my hair. i kept my hair long, so i think generally people do have problems employing long haired employee (and i kept my hair tied all the time). Majority of them (the interviewer don't have any problems hiring female with blonde hair that would have blinded you for 10 seconds like a flash bang) and they have problem accepting a male with long hair (minus the coloring/dying). And people had problems accepting people that are a bit 'DIFFERENT' from the norm. Now i think i need to crop my hair short just to secure a job. Not every person (male) that kept his hair long is a criminal who had just escaped from some maximum security prison or somekind of head of a gang. and i'm think of having a tattoo. better forget that, before those people think that i'm some descendant from those black triad in from the history text book. It's the 21st century, but people were still thinking like they were in 1900's.
Well that's some of the things that i talked bout with Mar. and Ras did agree that some people can't accept long hair male. Mar did not agree with that maybe because she was working with her mom all the time (upon graduation) and didn't have much exposure to the "real working world" where stereotypes, discrimination, bitching, back-stabbing are common practices.
After an hour in the bookstore, we head out to the food court to have some things to fill in our stomach. Well, finally i tried out some laksa sarawak. Imagine that, eating Laksa Sarawak in KLCC. Maybe next time (if i had the opportunity) i should try out the sarawak laksa from Sarawak. Quite nice, but it will make you feel full probably because of the gravy (it's added with coconut milk) and it's a bit thick. after the meal, Ras went back home to Subang. and it's only me and Mar walking around. went to Tower Records. and the price stuff there were selling higher than usual. the ususal Spider-Man DVD was only cost about RM12o++. but in Tower Records it cost like Rm 140. Gosh..... some Beatles record in CD format, it was not available in CD format previously (it was in vinyl format). Arghh..now i wish i had a million bucks.
Later went out to the park. Had some heart to heart talk with Mar bout our career, life in the future. for me, it's not quite good. still have to find a job. been hearing a lot of stories bout me lately because i quit my job last year. it's not a good year for me though...
It was almost six, i got a call from Wai Kuan saying that she had already reached KLCC. She will waiting at the entrance of I-Setan (but she didn't mention which floor.) When we actually got there, i can't see a trace of Wai Kuan coz she was on the upper floor entrance. So...i went up the the 1st floor and i saw her sitting there. it's been a long time since i meet up with her. Well, she was still herself. but Mar told me that she was not feeling good when she met her a few months ago. well, everybody got their own sets of problem. Sigh...Welcome to Reality!!! Chatted for a while, before went on ahead to our dinner at another food court. i just ordered a drink, Mar too. We are just too full for another meal down the stomach.
8pm: Good Bye time. Accompany Mar to the carpark to take her stuff inside the locker. Took a train ride home. Not a pleasant journey. When i reached the Taman Jaya station, i was waiting for a feeder bus for almost half an hour. After the same bus came to pick up passengers i suspected something amiss. So i walk to the bus and asked the driver bout the bus to sri sentosa. He told me that the bus stopped it's round at 7pm. Shit!! Wasted my time. Since i'm in PJ, i decided to walk home, just to see what's in PJ. It took me around an hour for me to walk from Taman Jaya to Sri Sentosa. And i feel like dying after the walk home.... and i will only do it once.

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