Sigh

I can't stand it when my dad comes and visit me here, hundreds of miles away from home. My dad is;

bad tempered
immature at times
controlling
traditional
bad at managing things, people, money
stubborn
drives so fucking slow on KL highways

Despite all these flaws, the most soothing thing in this world is knowing that he cares for me and loves me in all the ways that he knows of without saying anything at all. Mom too. Everyone in the family. You guys never say it, including me, but hey, I fucking love you guys. Stay safe and be healthy.

Pussied Out

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On Desirable Boobs.

There's this discussion about why men are attracted to women's breasts sexually and how it's because ample breasts is a sign of fertility.

And there's this quote which made my day.
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So when I'm attracted to women's breasts I'm subconsciously thinking "Damn, those breasts are fertile as fuck!"?

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I need to use this line more.

I Hate

My fucking job.

This industry is not for me.

Strategize, muhfucka!

Now I know how I still get page views even though I don't update at all. Thanks to the new blogger interface, I can actually check the source of my page views through the site itself. Anyway, the reason people are still visiting this site is because once upon a time, I made a post about Ibanez AF-TDG75 and linked to some picture of it from Google.

AND

People are coming here because they clicked on the picture, those poor fucks. No wonder there are so many blogs on product reviews, unboxing and stuff on the internet. What a great way to boost page views, ignoring the fact that the number of my page views are abysmal.

But what the fuck can I review? I'd love to review girls but sad to say, my last encounter with a girl was at 7-11 and the only sentence she uttered was, "Thank you." That says a lot about my girl-reviewing skills eh.

I've no idea what this post is all about. Fuck.

And here's a picture of a random product that will hopefully bring me page views.

Opportunity

I have an interview with Philip Morris this Saturday. Just got the call last Friday and to spice things up, I was on a call. Not much to worry about though, cause I called back with my 1337 phone call skills and, like what my manager tells me always, "Verify, Agree, Counter"

Verify that the concern is genuine, agree that it MAY be true and then handle the objection by offering a solution (mostly just digressing). Later in the evening, I received the invitation e-mail and hell, it sure did boost up my confidence although not by much. The interview consists of three stages according to my research. 1st is the interview, 2nd is the online IQ test (what a big fucking joke) and lastly, another interview/presentation with the directors, managers and whatnot.

Oh well, I'm happy to get the invitation but I'm not really feeling hopeful as these graduate programs are known to be hard as fuck to get in to. I'll try my best though. Been reading up on how to market regulated products all weekend. Stumbled upon this sweet song too. Enjoy, "Smoke Rings" by The Mills Brothers.



To the one or two person reading this and with the utmost sincerity, wish me luck.

State of Confusion?

I've totally no FUCKING idea what I want in life. Do I want to work in sales? Or some office job? Or sucking dicks in a dark alley behind Bukit Bintang for dirty cash?

Sales IS interesting, without a doubt. Charged with constant motivation from my managers (They sure know how to motivate the fuck out of their employees using sales talk), I'm beginning to have doubts -_- Maybe I'm doing so bad cause I didn't put enough effort in this job? Wouldn't it be the same if I carry this same attitude anywhere I go? Maybe I'm destined to suck dicks for a living? Isn't it indisputable that every kind of job has its own hardships?

.... Wait, what's that flying in the sky? Is it a plane? Is it Superman? OH GOD NO IT'S MR. HEY's FUCKING EGO!!!

FUCK MY "SUPPLIER" It's not the company that's bad (well, maybe something's wrong with their processes and policies), it's the supplier. We're the middlemen after all and I fully accept the fact that maybe I'm just not cut out for the company.

Gah, fuck that shit. Let me just share about my experience with a customer today.

I was at an appointment with a potential client and the director of the company (assumption) runs a recruitment agency. Of course, it was the perfect chance for me to ask about the rigorous hiring process Philip Morris and how much longer I have to wait for them to hire the BEST FUCKING MARKETING guy in the world (I actually mean my own perfect world where I'm the creator and destroyer, alpha and omega).

Sadly, he knows nothing about PMI's hiring process but instead, he introduced me to a company that's currently looking for a Marketing graduate to be trained right now aaaaaaand asked for my resume. Surely, it came as a shock cause who the fuck would expect this shit to happen during an appointment? Checked the company's profile a little while ago it "looks" impressive, no doubt. Sure is an interesting way to secure a potential interview, eh?

Rest assured, my dear manager, cause I did go through the whole presentation, quotation, objection handling before moving on to my personal ventures.

Oh yeah, this is the third time someone offered me during my three months stint over here.

I have this habit of lying to myself and telling myself I'm fucking awesome.

All I Ever Wanted

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SO HARD (no it's not my dick)

Sigh, it's so hard to meet societal norms nowadays. Speak too good of an English, get told you're a pretentious prick. Speak too bad of an English, you get called an uneducated ah-beng (some slur akin to chav in the UK). It's not even like I'm actually good at it, but at least better than you. Is it wrong to be professional, to try and speak the best English that you can? Now I have to monitor how many lah's and leh's I'm allowed to say in a sentence? Might as well go ching chong ling long since you motherfuckers are proud of foreigners laughing at our pronounciation, right?

:(

Is money.. really everything? LOL JOKING NOT EVERYTHING IS BLACK AND WHITE STUPID!!!!!!

Anyway, I'm graduating soon and finding the correct job scares the fuck out of me -_- As much as I have disdained him in the past, I really wish to be more like my brother. The guy lives in the present with no care for the past nor the future. Enviable, from my current view on life.

Ahh, glad to be posting again. Thank God I didn't delete this blog. At least there's still a vast plane of nothingness to speak to. Goddamnit I love the internet.