100: Digital Footprint

Monday, June 25, 2012

By now, I believe everyone have read about the school principal who comments on his former female students' Facebook photos, racist remarks by some girls, and so on. These cases are proofs that the Internet is not a safe place. It never was. You'd expect that people will be more cautious when pressing the 'Enter' button on the keyboard when transmitting messages on social media networks. Seems like that's not the case.

Probably because nobody ever alerted them about their blog, FB, or Twitter posts. When nobody nudge you to make you aware of your mistakes, you'd assume that it's alright. Bring on those insensitive status updates, tweets, or blog posts. It's alright!

Then one day, WHAM!! Somebody decided to screenshot your contents and make it go viral in STOMP, Temasek Review, or any other websites that have high daily traffic. By then you'll realize that it's too late. Everybody knows your name, how you look like, where you work and stay, whether you're married, etc. You're embarrassed, and decided to shut down all social media accounts and create a new one (that gotta suck).

The thing is, you cannot hide anymore. You've left your digital footprints on the Internet. Everybody knows who you are. The 'news' about your behaviour, comments, or kinky photos are circulating everywhere. Your only hope is that nobody in your circle recognizes you (I do wonder, did their circle of friends find out about their newfound fame? What was their reaction?).

Kids, be careful with what you post online. The byte highway is never safe.

099: Parchment

Thursday, April 12, 2012


Received my parchment and certificate today. I forgot how big the parchment is. Just look at my thumb and estimate the size. Anyhoots, I still can't believe that I've completed this degree. Planning on taking Masters next, but definately not anytime soon. Probably in another 3-4 years?



098: Lollipop Party

Saturday, March 31, 2012

I'm pissed off. I've got a pair of free entry to a rooftop bar at Marina Bay Sands, and no one to tag along. Free entry and free drinks yo!


This is depressing. I need to have fun!

Haven't been to a club or bar for 6 months!!

I need a fucking life.

097: First of the Year

Monday, March 26, 2012

I checked the total number of entries I wrote last year.


Only six.

It's not because I'm lazy to post anything, but it seems that most of my entries were based on memories. I kept looking back at my younger years, and compare them with my current life. It's pathetic. It shows that I wasn't willing to let go.

Of course, you must not forget the past, but to keep remembering them is not healthy either. I probably need some kind of closure to totally let things go.

First, I need to get a job. Yes, even with a Bachelor's degree, it's hard to get employment. Okay, maybe difficult to find a career in a related field of study, but I didn't resigned from my previous job to do something I don't want to do.

Second, be successful in that chosen career. Means going up the ladder, be indispensable, and respected in the industry. My social circle would have been wider by then, and it will be easier to disregard any beef I have with my past.

Thirdly, avoid people from the past who are generally negative. In order to move on, you need all the positive energy that you can get. So I'm avoiding people who are negative, dumb, narrow minded, and so on.

Fourthly, I need to write three books, or three short stories at least. They will be based on my journey from my teenage years. I've already decided on the titles, but haven't plan on when to start writing, lol!!

And (totally unrelated to the whole closure thing) last, but not least, I need another holiday (after a couple years of employment at least). Missing London, but my next trip will be Rome or Paris. Though planning on Phuket in the near future. But I don't foresee any trips this year. This is the year that I need to set my life straight, and I hope I will find what I'm looking for soon. Real soon, because I'm getting desperate each day.

Really desperate.


096: My Top 10 Albums For 2011

Friday, December 30, 2011

Picking only 10 albums sucks, because there are too many great albums out there. It's tough, but I manage to choose 10 that I really dig. Here goes:


10
LMFAO - Sorry For Party Rocking

9
Yellowcard - When You're Through Thinking, Say Yes

8
The Get Up Kids - There Are Rules

7
Protest The Hero - Scurrilous

6
Rise Against - Endgame

5
Florence and the Machine - Ceremonials

4
Mastodon - The Hunter

3
Times of Grace - The Hymn of a Broken Man

2
Death Cab for Cutie - Codes and Keys

1
August Burns Red - Leveler


The following are worth mentioning:

Arch Enemy - Khaos Legions

Mogwai - Hardcore Will Never Die, But You Will

Funeral for a Friend - Welcome Home Armageddon


095: Not Just Another Day

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

It was a wonderful day, cooling and windy, but nonetheless, wonderful, without any hint of rain. You and yours friends or loved ones were spending some precious moment together. It was great to finally get some free time to relax after countless days of keeping up with schedule, running around to meet deadline, and all those boring stuff you did at work.


You were probably hanging out with your friends at a cafe, having a sip of coffee and savoring those sinful but divine cheesecake that was topped with some chocolate sauce and a half-sliced piece of strawberry. When the cake entered your mouth and landed on the tip of your tongue, you thought, "ooohhh, this is life". Great ambience, awesome friends, mouthwatering desserts, what else can you ask for?


The day was going great for awhile, but something was diverting your attention. At the far corner of your eye, you noticed a van. You turned to take a glimpse at it, because it was hauntingly beautiful. A van with transparent glasses, where you can see the content of the vehicle. Flowers were arranged around a big box, and you thought it belongs to a florist. Then you realized that the box was actually... a coffin.


That's when you were reminded that life is short. Too short that it will not even last a hundred years (unless you're one of those few lucky (or cursed) ones). You were reminded repeatedly about your mortality. Some days you just shrugged it off, and some days you reflect on your life. Today is not the day that you just sweep it under the rug. "What have I done so far in my life? Is this what I want? Have I achieved my dreams? Will I be remembered when I die?". Probably others will ask, "What will happen to my Facebook account? Will they post condolences on my wall? Who will manage my account to add old friends that I did not manage to accept? Will my blog be a relic for people to remember me by?".


This is cliche, but you never know when you will die. You wondered if you have fulfilled your dreams and responsibilities. Will it even matter? You're dead, and you only need to worry about what happen after your death. Will you become a ghost? Will you be facing God? Will you be in heaven or hell? Will your soul be transferred to another universe or dimension? Will you even realize that you're dead?


But do we even want to mull over it? It does gives me the chills. I don't want to die. I want to be immortal and still look like I'm 21. Wistful thinking, but I hope it will happen. If I'm still going to die, at least create the cure to growing older, please?

094: No Revolution

Sunday, May 22, 2011

It's kind of overdue to write about this now, and I have so many things to say. But I'll make it short.


I was, and still, frustrated with the General Elections results. What the hell man? Why are you people afraid to vote for another? Why do you still believe that your vote is not secret? Why listen to hearsay? Those pakcik/apek/mamak from coffeeshop got PhD is it? Why so fucking stupid?! I believe the people who voted for the ruling party were old retarded fucks. Of course they don't care, they are going to die soon!

2016? No hope lah. You people are fucked already. Not the kind of fuck that you guys get from your spouse/gf/bf, etc, but the kind of fuck that you get from foreign trash that raped you from the back (read: assfuck).

I really need to get out of this forsaken country...

Note: No offence to my foreign friends. If you're in my list, then you're good. :-D