My collar is blue!!!

People do many things to survive in order to carry on their lives on a daily basis. Whether that is legal or illegal is a valid issue, but it all comes down to circumstances. Humans all over the world are given the ability to adapt according to their environments and at the same time thrive in it at best. I’ve also found a part-time gig that is very gruelling mentally and more intensive physically.

Where? Here’s a hint- the watering hole of my glorious campus. Go figure, please. As for the wage, I’m very proud to say the management is paying me RM 3.50 per hour. Yippeeee!!! I wonder what’s the minimum wage rate in Malaysia? It’s not that I want to demand more because getting a part-time job itself is a big deal. I mean, one reason for getting the job was the manager is from the motherland. I needed the cash and he offered work; forces of supply and demand of labour at work.

If any of you reading this haven’t worked for 12 hours a day, then stop trying relating to my situation. My longest to date is 14 hours and 30 min, which sucked every ounce of life I had. After closing shop, the manager and I went to get supplies at a wholesale mart in Selayang. When I say wholesale mart, picture a building similar to an airplane hangar stacked to the roof with supplies, and its open 24 hours!!! People were selling things beside the road even past midnight, and right then it hit me. I still had it good, even though I worked 12 hours daily. I appreciated my job, whatever that I was doing, did, or going to do in the weeks to come. Bottom line is this- if it’s an honest job that you sweat to earn a living, then ain’t any shame in that.

Amidst all this commotion, there was also good news. What’s the probability of both good things and challenging situations happening together?? Got no clue. The faculty has nominated me for awards at convo, which to me was far from expected. You’re first nominated by your faculty (only 5 students with the highest graduating cgpa from their respective departments in each semester qualify) in which case they ask you to submit co-curricular activities. Depending on ones co-curricular performance, the graduation committee would choose the person best suited for each award being offered by each faculty. I can say nothing other than this being a blessing from God. Now, my only worry is that I’m good enough to get an award.

I just found out that a friend of mine in Aussie is doing a part-time job to cover his living expenses. By the way he talked about it, many things didn’t add up. After inquiring of his job description I hit the roof. How does working as a busboy in a 5-star strip club sound?? An ethical dilemma indeed!!

P.S- Thank you to the white-collar lady who was kind enough to give me a treat as a gesture of being part of the workforce. I owe you one. Fear not, because I shall in due time treat you to a blue-collar lunch of roti canai and teh tarikh!!!

No money............ No honey!!!!

Around me the environment is very turbulent, unsure, fidgety, not to mention distastefully bleak. I'm still holding on.......holding on to a burning rope of time that will soon have nothing left to feed on. I haven't the slightest idea why I'm still here. Well, one reason is because my father said so. "Let's see what happens" he said, to which I reluctantly agreed not wanting to raise any objection. Most people are moving on now; bulk of the graduates are doing something rather than nothing, except for myself.

My mindset is fixed on doing something productive- anything!! I really enjoyed filling in for a friend at nescafe on Monday. Although it was for 3 hours I was occupied, my mind was racing with numbers, fingers running over the cash register and buttons on the coffee machine, trying to make sure everyone got what they had ordered. I hate not doing anything because to say my life is 'banal' would be an understatement of great proportions. I don't want to spend much time thinking either. I mean when you have such a lot of time how much can you think??

The sharp cognitive reflexes of my mind have withered away, but given the time can be resurrected. Then again what's my objective now? Degree is done, I know what should happen next; it's the stage where you pick out a job that's going to keep you alive. I suppose patience is needed at this time to keep my head stable and calm.

I was waiting for the bus at Greenwood yesterday when a couple dismounted from the motorbike to sit next to me. After a few minutes, I was a victim of second hand smoking, the period that lasted gave me chills. Not because of the smoke, there was another factor. After the guy had finished smoking halfway, the girl got into the act as well. Moral degradation of society just keeps on increasing freakin' everyday. Mind you, I was disgusted, and nothing is worse like hearing a father rape his own daughter. WTF!!! Are these guys out of their minds? I'm told the number of cases reported are only a fraction, meaning it's getting really fucked up!!! I say stone all of the men found guilty- no mercy!!