A whole new life...

Who would've thought that finishing my studies would open up a whole new life for me? I'm now 21, am well on the way to receiving my degree and now, I've got a new job. But those aren't the reasons I have been missing out on my blogging these days. No, it's a whole other reason which, for personal reasons, shall not be named here. All I can say is that I'm slowly sorting my shit out.

Joshua's back from Brisbane and the Dizfunqtional group is now more active than ever, except for Terence, who is extremely busy with work, and Barry, who isn't as busy but has to work nonetheless. In the past month, we've been doing shit that I would probably never thought of doing when we were all separated (i.e. dangling on the belay line while rock climbing, hitting each other like lil' pendulums, waddling like penguins in the pool). So take my little hiatus as an occasion to do stupid shit in my life before I start working.

In 2 weeks time, I start at Leo Burnett (Well, actually it's Arc Worldwide, but they're associated with LB) as a Brand Integration Executive, which is just a fancy name for 'Man Who Runs Around Office'. I was explained about the difficulties during my interview such as late nights (been there..) and working weekends (done that too..)

It's final, definitely final. I went to the office to sign the employment contract and met the team and all so I start in 2 weeks time. So now it's time to grow up and start being serious in life. I'm still trying to get some form of order in my life; have to get a new suit, a new bank account and a new car to look for and not to forget the new handphone line I have to get; I've been using my Penang line for too long already; it's time to change that.

You want to know what the funniest thing is? After my exams, a friend asked me when I would be looking for a job. I answered, "March next year, cause I wanna bum around before I die!"

Didn't think I'd be one of the earliest fuckers to get a job... Damn...

Long Overdue Post

Wow, it has been awhile since I last posted. I don't know why really; I've been getting a lot of ideas to post but I lack the mood to type one up or I procastinate it but end up not doing it anyway. A part of me feels like crap while another feels like nothing has changed.

I suppose that the fact that it began as a long distance relationship helped me mainly because, well, I was always alone to begin with, just that I was the boyfriend to someone who wasn't around most of the time.

Ah well, good friends, good company and a good drink; the cure to a lonely heart as many would say.

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What is the Malaysian Dream? Anyone? No, seriously. We have an American Dream, why not a Malaysian one? For my friend who just came back from Australia, it's to be able to eat nasi lemak on the left hand while painting with the right.

The man behind the pictures...

I spent some time today, cleaning out my closet when I found a collection of pictures that I kept since I was in high school. They're all I have left of what was once my days as a high school student and now, as a college student.

The pictures I liked looking at the most was the group shot of my entire class in college for the Mass Colympics. I went through each and every face, reciting each and every one of their names in my head. They were my diploma class and they were probably the most fun bunch of people to hang out with. I'm sure that if they'd look at the picture (I made copies for them) they'd be thinking all about the whole day and trying to do the same thing as I was; naming everyone in the picture.

But there's one thing missing. I'm not in it. Not one single picture has me in it, not a single group photo, not a single action shot, not even a single picture of me with my friends in it. It was the curse of the photographer; always being the one to take part in the activities but never in any photos, never in any of the memories of those who were also there that day.

This brings me to the gist of my post: Who am I? I am the man behind the pictures, the man who'll always remember the days but not be remembered himself. I am the man who will disappear from your memories with each passing moment, because I am cursed to be this way. I am the man who will never be named, because I'm not in the picture, I'm the man behind it.

And I will be forgotten...