Giving In Ain't Defeat

 Hello there, people. I’m on a month-long break from the hectic college life. And you know how the average day is like when you’re on holiday: Wake up, pray, eat, take a nap, stare at your phones and lappies, not focusing on the telly, being cooped up at home, scared that the sunlight will burn your pale skin. What, your day’s not like that? Lucky you. I’m imprisoned in my own home. It’s not my family’s fault. My friends are just not on holiday like I am. And I'm just too lazy to go out on my own. Besides, being with family ain’t so bad. We bond over game nights.

You can really feel our bonds strengthening. RELATIONSHIP LVL UP

 And one of the things I have to bear with is Mom’s pearls of wisdom. Usually I’d just nod along to whatever advice she throws randomly. But most of them, if not all of them is very much helpful. Like that one time out of countless other moments my little brother and I scrambled for the front seat of the car. Yes, I know it’s childish. My mom noticed the disastrous scene breaking out and decided to pull me slowly out of the scuffle, letting my little brother enter. My heart was boiling, especially when I saw him sticking his tongue at me. I stared at my mom, waiting for an explanation.

 She said: ‘You’re 18 already. Just give in to your little brother. It doesn't mean you lost. It just means you’re thinking of others.’

 Now, I didn't read much into her counsel, because I was so full of emotions. But for the past few days, I finally see what she meant. To tell you the whole story in detail would probably take 2 to 3 pages, so I’ll just sum it up. One of my circles of friends is in what you can call ‘a negotiating period’ over a project. I became the middle person (I felt obliged to do so.) And what I witnessed was touching. One thing you have to know was that the main reason the group split into two very VERY stubborn sides was because of the disagreement of the location. And one girl, L was very enthusiastic over the initial location.

 But she decided to let her wish go, for the sake of unity. She was willing to change location, just so everyone would be in this together. ‘Oh, it’s just a small thing.’ I hear you sigh. I don’t consider a feeling of excitement and dreamy wonder to be a small thing. To give up something you wanted so badly for somebody else is not a foolish matter. My mom’s words vibrated in my mind. She was very mature in handling this problem.

 And now, I shall leave you a quote to ponder upon:

Giving in to people is not a sign of weakness. If it’s for a better future, it is an act of selflessness.

 Neat, huh? Wanna use it, cite it back to yours truly. Yes, I created it. Is it a sign of me finally catching up to my age? No. The day I will be considered mature arrives when I will not fight over the front seat with my siblings.

And that day will probably never come.

Tell Your Loved Ones

 So recently, a tragedy befell Malaysian land. (Other than the increase of prices.) If you were nowhere near any source of information during the past two weeks, possibly due to a temporary allergy, let me catch you up to speed; a female Ambank officer was coldheartedly shot in the face bya security guard in his attempt to steal the money in the safe. Don’t be ashamed if you just found out through me; be glad that you didn’t find it out my way – Staring at the explicitly gory picture of the deceased as it popped up in a WhatsApp chat.

The picture found its way into my phone, not once, not twice, but THRICE. It’s as if people knew I deleted the horrid stuff from my phone and thought, ‘Hey, let’s send him a pic.’ Why people rush in sharing such a picture is beyond me. It’s just disrespectful for the deceased and her family.

 Anyways, that picture isn’t the reason why I wrote this post (I ain't here to spread gore). It’s this picture:

Sad story pic.twitter.com/0VJwIwo1S1
— Sampah Remaja (@SampahRemajaKL) October 25, 2013

 For those of you who still hasn’t figured it out yet, that’s the unfortunate woman’s husband. What really struck me was this:

'I should have told her I loved her there and then. Now it's too late.'

 You can really feel his regret, caused by a decision that will haunt him for years to come. His words really hit home. And I cried as I stared at this photo. It made me realise my own lack of contact with my parents. It made me think about the times where I was too caught up in college activities to call them once in a while.

 Let this be a reminder that we don't live forever, and neither do your loved ones. Don't take them for granted. Don't ever think they'll always be there when you need them. Remember to always show them your love toward them, before it's too late.

 And a reminder to all; I beg you, please don't forward the horrific pictures and videos of the incident to others. It's already too much for the family of the deceased to handle her death. The last thing they need is a constant reminder of how she left this world. If you still have the urge to share something, share the picture above, and remind them to tell their loved ones how much they love them.

Al-Fatihah. May her soul be placed among the pious.

Taking a Look Around MARA College Banting (KMB)

vWhat’s up, people? I hope you had a lovely time cursing me for being very late with the updates. But hey, this time I actually have a plausible reason (There’s a first time for everything.). I have entered college. *cue low-quality clap track* Yes guys, I've embarked on a two-year journey on the International Baccalaureate programme, getting ever so close towards my dreams of flying overseas.

Now before we start, I’d like to show you a picture of a college:

 Isn’t it a beauty? The site practically screams high-class education with all the state-of-the-art facilities and equipment (Not to mention the exuberant price that comes along with it.). You’d wanna study there just by ogling the image, right? I wish I’d be able to study there too.

 What’s that you say? Don’t I study there, in that awesome-looking building? No no, you’re mistaken. I'm just showing you a picture of A college. Never said it was MY college. Power of sentence structures, guys, never underestimate it. No, THIS is my college:

School haters will suffer.

 I know, why does MARA College Banting look like a boarding school stuck in time? Well, that’s because it WAS a boarding school, MRSM Banting to be exact, before it died, allowing us to live on its remnants. And technically, we are categorised as a school.

World schoo: Someone's attempt of denying the fact

 But we’re a WORLD SCHOOL. One of the top ones in the world, as a matter of fact. So say what you want. Haters be hating. I be getting the best.

 Enough with the intro. Let’s get on with the tour:

This is the entrance to my beloved awesome college. It looks pretty grand in my eyes.

Here we have the ATM machine, one of the most visited spots in MCB, due to the fact that your money can dwindle very fast, what with all the costly textbooks and projects. It is situated at the entrance, and is used by students and outsiders alike.

 There are reports of paranormal sightings around the ATM. The description given by the locals is a female clad in white, from head to toe. Coincidentally, the hauntings occur around the same time as the conclusion of Isya' prayers.

 A better (?) picture of the academic block. For those of you who hasn't guessed, this is where the classes are. The seniors told me that the classrooms aren't permanent, and they'll change the positions after a while ('A change of environment', they claim). This actually one part of the block. The new section is...

 ... Right over here, next to the old one (Behind tree.) Unfortunately, my class is over in the old block, where there are only fans. The other architecture class (R13A), however, got placed here, so they are able to bask in the cool breeze of the air conditioner,all the while watching something on the brand-new TV. 

Think it's just luck, eh? Remember what I said about the changing of classroom positions? Well, it happened earlier this week, and not only did my class stay at the old building, the new class is SMALLER. Worst part is, we were one class away from making it into the world of air-conditioning and TVs. The other class, stayed in the same building. Proof that R13A was the mastermind behind this cunning plan.

 Here we have the main hall, which also doubles as a badminton court. The majority of the orientation week was spent here.

This is one of my favourite spots. It's at the 2nd floor, and it's peaceful during the evenings, compared to the concourse. Until I can find a more secluded place, this will be where I find peace and sanity.

There's some construction going on at the back. They say it's for the floating classes (Classes who do not have a fixed classroom.) Who is this 'they' that I keep mentioning? Ah, that's a secret.

The 1Malaysia plain.

This door here is located at the back of the small campus. It's current use is to pave the way to Narnia the nearest Ramadhan bazaar which is usually held during... You guessed it, the month of Ramadhan.

And this here is the BBQ thingy. (Sorry, I forgot what it's really called.) Can be used for any event. You need to book for usage. 'But I dunno how to BBQ!' Don't you fret, incompetent little child. For just a small amount of money (per person) Someone will prepare the whole feast for you~!

 When it's said like that, it doesn't seem fun, does it? It's nicer to try BBQing on your own. At least you can say you did it as you munch at the burnt products. As they say, money can't buy experience.

The Music Room. The Music Club frequently gather and practice here. It is advisable not to disturb them during practice. I learnt that the hard way. As usual.

This here is the recreation centre. You can play squash and ping pong, or hit the gym. 

*Gee, now that there's a free gym at a walking distance, there should be no excuses not to lift weights, right Ash? Right right rig-* Ahahaha, keep telling yourself that, brain.

Oh. Did I mention we have KFC here? See, even though we're situated in the middle of nowhere, we do have some nice things around the campus.

KOLEJ FOOD COURT (KFC)

(Insert sound of hearts smashing into million pieces here)

 Now, off to the dorms~ The whole student body is divided into 6 blocks, with boys occupying Blocks A, B and C, and girls conquering Blocks D, E, and F. Of course, the 6 blocks are separated by a road, boys and girls on each side. Only our morality keeps us from going over to the other side and do the unthinkable.

That, and possibly an invisible force field that turns on at night.

This is Block C, a.k.a MY BLOCK. :D Looks very school-ish, no? 

My room's located at the first floor, right on the right side of the staircase.

Tadaa~ May I present to you my room! A room evidently made for only 1 tenant, it looks small in the photo. In real life... It's smaller. XD Oh, there is the option of choosing who you want your roommate to be, if you have someone in mind. Mind you, you are going to be stuck with them for TWO WHOLE YEARS, so it is wise of them to give us the choice. I was stuck between going with someone I know (There are two other people from my school), or just leave it to fate.
 I chose the latter. Alhamdulillah, I received a very nice roommate. :D :D :D

Still think it sucks to be here? Have a look at this:

Our clothes hang in mid-air! Pure awesomeness!
Does your place have it? :P

The playground: A place for us students to blow some steam

The start of a surprisingly long jogging track.

Softball and football field~

So, there you have it. I've shown you around a good part of my school college. This is where I'll be living for the next two years. A place in the middle of nowhere, with the nearest shopping mall being a half hour away. A place where the signal is bad. A place that feels just like school, having to call your lecturers 'teachers', and assignments 'homeworks'.

 Sounds bad, don't it? But look at the bright side; we'll be focused without any distractions, our eyes and hands won't be glued to our smartphones and laptops 24/7, and we'll still have our studying mood going on. Don't judge a book by its cover. Being here will bring out the best in us.

 To sum it up, this place is good for those who wanna study, and go far in life, distance and careerwise. It's bad for those who loathed their 12-13 years of school, and relished at the thought of freedom in college/university, but realised that their next two years will also be very, very school-like. But I assure you, this place is awesome.

 Oh, did I forget to mention? They're making a swimming pool here too. AWESOME.

 P.S: If there are any mistakes, please let me know. Questions are also welcome, but I've only been here for a month, so meh. I will probably upload more pics of the college. It'll depend on my ever-changing mood.

Butter Cake Recipe!!!

  You are one lucky reader to have found this place. I'm feeling especially generous today, so today, I will be handing down, to you, a secret family recipe that was inherited since 250 years ago. But there is one flaw to this appreciative gesture: I don't have a 250-year-old secret family recipe (Or do I...?). So I'll just have to make do with a butter cake recipe, ripped off straight from the newspaper.

 The other day (1st June. to be exact.), my dad found a little something between the pages of the newspaper that he'd like to try; a butter cake recipe. When he said 'I wanted to try it', he meant 'I will drag my son down to the kitchen to help me'. So after a week of delays, he finally dragged me into the kitchen, and got started.

 Here are the ingredients you are gonna need:

• 250g butter
• 210g castor sugar
• 4 eggs
• 1 teaspoon vanilla essence
• 200g self-raising flour, sifted with 1/2 teaspoon salt, and
• 4 tablespoon fresh UHT milk

Ze Instructions!:

1) Grease and line a 20cm cake tin with greased greaseproof paper. Preheat ze oven to 170° C.

It said to do it first, but we put it last on ze list. Yeah, we're rulebreakers, and proud of it.
Plus, I dunno why the empty tin was in there.

2) Cream the butter and sugar until light and creamy. One way to make sure that it's creamy (Because I didn't know how to recognize it, even when I'm facing it.) is that the butter does not stick to the whisk.

3) Add eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition until mixture is light and creamy. Than add the essence.

4) Fold in sifted flour gradually to mix, before finally adding the milk. Mix until well combined.

Yup, that's well combined alright. I guess. Creamy yellow mess.

5) Turn out mixture into prepared tin. Level out the mixture at the sides but allow a shallow well in the centre. The keyword is SHALLOW. This is to enable the cake to level up evenly during ze baking.
   
    As you can see below, my dearest father did not listen to his son's constant disagreeing mumbles. Let's see what happens...

Not shallow enough, dad. Not shallow enough.

6) Bake in pre-heated oven for 55-60 minutes or until cooked through when tested with a skewer.

Optional Waiting Activities:

• Dance to a song (In my case, Bruno Mar's 'Treasure)
• Show dancing moves to mother. (This is a risky activity, as it can cause the mother to start her lecture on colleges and the importance of education. This will depend on the attitude of mothers.)
• Let sofa swallow you into comfort as you watch the latest episode of your fave TV show
• Watch curiously at the oven as the tin spins around for the hour.

 7) Let it cool before serving the cake.

  And we're done. :) As I proceeded to slice the cake, my baby bro pointed out how familiar it seemed to him. I stared at the cake, slowly realising the likeness of the cake.

Like a burnt pimply pellet-eating, ghost-chomping arcade character.

Also, we noticed the peculiar bump of the cake. Then I remember that it was due to the lack of shallowness and the ignorance of a certain person.

This is clearly a case of ididn'tlistentomyawesomeson-tis.

It was delicious. :D And I'm gonna attempt the second time this evening, so I'll try to upload the pics as soon as possible. In the meantime, you can either try this recipe, or continue drooling at the images of the awesomely home-made creation. ;)

Hide and Seek in TESCO with Bros + Surprise Visit to UiTM~

 Yep, my life has been reduced to this.

 Ever since the last post, I haven't been doing anything worth pouring into a public blog. Until today. Yeaaaaah, I just humiliated myself by running around the clothes section, chasing my two sweet lil bros in a game of 'Hide and Seek'. The last time I did that was 2 years ago, at a 3-storey furniture shop. Man, it was so awesome. Gave me adrenaline rush. :)

 You might be going, 'Aren't you embarrassed?' Hey, who am I to them? A stranger. They won't know me at all. (Until they read this blog, and then goes 'Ah, it's the lunatic in the red jacket from the other day.') And besides, I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who does these childish things? Right? If you don't, then you are a hypocrite for telling people you're a 'child at heart'. :P Yeah, call me immature. I'm a guy. We mature late. And I'm a late bloomer. Get with it.

 The other, more exciting event of yesterday was the surprise visit to UiTM. To visit a mate. Whom I haven't seen in a LONG, LONG WHILE. A best friend, who coincidentally has a similar name to mine. :) Brought him out to dinner. Out of his dorm, not out of the campus, because there's a supposed male curfew that starts at 11pm. (But still out, technically.) And not forgetting my sweet cousin, Kak Mimin, another resident of UiTM. :D Yeah, killing two birds with one stone. Multitasker right here.

Ash and Acap. :D Plus the big red fella in the background, a.k.a Lil Bro 1

"Why aren't you in college?"

 Moi? Answer: I'm simply too awesome to be imprisoned by the grasps of tertiary education life  I'm entering next month. :) Where? Spoilers~

 I also just realised that I'm nearing my 100th blog post. Which is weird, considering that this blog has been living for 3 years. I should really be more active. But hey, it's a perfect time to be engaging in some cool, secret project. :) Just two more to go.

 This has been me, signing out.

Interview #2: KYS Chartered Accountancy Programme

 The other day, I received a phone call from the Saad Foundation College/ KYS, or rather, my father did. Over the static noise, I managed to catch that they were offering me a chance to go for Chartered Accountancy Programme in New Zealand. I also got to know that my school sent me a list of hopeful candidates to them, which answered my question; HOW DID THEY GET MY NAME?

 So off I went to the Boulevard Office two days ago, with a bag in one hand and a blazer in the other. A few minutes earlier, on the road, a thought crossed my already occupied mind; since they received a list from the school, wouldn’t there bound to be other schoolmates of mine already waiting there? I seriously could not back out from this now. Going in the lift. I suppose there would just be 3 or 4 familiar faces. Stepped out on the 3^rd floor and the first thing I noticed? Two rows of familiar faces, staring at me. What a pleasant surprise. What was more surprising was the fact that in a room of 50, 60 candidates, only one were wearing a blazer. Guess who that was?

Answer: The idiot on the left.

The screen was this far. And that small. Would you believe that? D:

 After catching up with friends during the briefing (We were too far from the screen to pay attention to the video. And playing it twice does not make it more appealing. Which is what they did, BTW.), we headed to the food a level below. I had a laugh when my blurheaded mate Uzair accidentally brought the wrong result slip, before heading off to another building to prepare for the interview that awaited us. Well, some of us did, because I wanted to ask the people from the first session how it went, and I forced Uzair to tag along.

 The type of interview was a group interview; we were all separated into 5 groups of 2 – 5 people and 3 sessions, all lasting around 30 minutes. The interviewers would hand us a card, containing 6 questions, and we would have to unanimously pick one and discuss about it, before finally giving the interviewers a piece of our mind. Yeah, so when my turn arrived, only one other turned up, him and I making up A2. Now I know you might be going, ‘Hey, isn’t that advantageous for you? Less people, less competition.’ I have to agree, this situation would have been great... If he wasn’t as blur as Uzair.  

 I tried to engage in a conversation with him throughout the interview, but it seemed that his mind wasn’t completely there. It was hard to try to continue talking when your partner is only responding shortly. (BTW, Uzair and Haziq, if you happen to chance upon this, I don’t despise you two. Love you guys. As friends, of course.) After awkwardly choosing ‘What is the ideal age of dating?’ among the topics at hand, we uncomfortably discussed in front of the interviewers. It was over, at last, and I confirmed my earlier suspicions that one of them was a familiar person; we had met at a educational roadshow at Kuala Lumpur Convention Centre.

 And that was how my interview #2 went. It was better than the first one, because I didn’t fumble over my words as much, and the KYS interviewers were much more relaxed. :D I hope all future interviews would go on like this. But I’m pretty sure my wish wouldn’t come true.

Pictures of Moments~:

 

I, the Unintentional Bully

 Recently, I found something lodged in between the pages of a book that really took me back. It was a handwritten letter from a friend, requesting me to hear out his apology, and asking me to wear appropriately before meeting him at the tuition centre. Seeing the three-year-old letter really brought me down memory lane, despite wanting to steer away from this part of my life. I need to store it in the deepest part of my mind, only opening the memories once more when I want to paint myself as an awkward kid/preteen bully in the eyes of my kids, and their kids, which would be unlikely.

It was suffice just to come to me and talk face-to-face, rather than waste a half paper to write a really short and somewhat incomprehensible memo. But I have to admit, it was pretty nice of him to go this far. :)

 “WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???” I hear questioning screams from the other side of the screen.

 Yes, I have to admit. I was a bully. More like ‘accused as a bully’, but never mind. It might be shocking for those who know me.  Frankly, I was quite as surprised as you are, when my friends started to label me that a few years back. They don’t call me that for no reason, that, I realise now.

 There’s a long story behind the then-absurd claims. There was this one peer of mine, who was rather slow compared to other kids, the same one who wrote to me the aforementioned letter. To make the story less confusing, I shall name him W. Hence, being the simpleminded teen I was, I played around with the guy. I remembered clearly how a friend and I (Yeah, it wasn’t only me.), came up with a ruse.  W always carried his water bottle with him, so whenever he left it on the rack to enter the library, we would always relocate it to another spot on the rack, usually hidden from sight.  When he freaked out and reported to the teacher, we would put on our innocent masks and offered to help. And that was only a small segment in a long list of misdeeds done to him.

 You could see how cautious and scared he was of me; he’d run away from me when we coincidentally met on the way to the loo during exam week, and his homeroom teacher, to whom he put his trust on, gave me a suspicious glare whenever I pass by. Heck, there was even that one time when I watched TV with him (It’s a rare occasion.) Some mischievous guy spooked him from behind, and guess which name he screamed out in anger?

 The biggest blow occurred on a day which started off quite normally. The library was a common interest between W and I; I found peace and solitude within a room surrounded by a rowdy atmosphere, while he expressed curiosity towards the TV that sat at the corner of the library. On that day, he pestered a few people, cornering them into a room, holding the door to keep him from opening it. And I, annoyed by the disruption of peace, plus the sudden ‘hero complex’ idea that sparked in my foolish mind, proceeded to kick him out. Struggled to, to be precise. W was constantly screaming and shouting at me throughout the whole ordeal, which turned every pair of eyes at the both of us. Ever since then, people have been calling me a bully from time to time.

 This particular accident compelled him to write the above letter, describing how sorry he was for ‘bullying’ me in front of the others. The nerve.  Anyway, you could imagine by now how terrible I was towards W. Even I feel ashamed at the amount of grief he endured from me.

 In my defense,  I was merely teasing him. But I suppose that was how other bullies would say. I have somewhat learnt from that period of time; cover up my tracks if I were to ever commit a crime again. That, and to think about how others feel before I act.

 Oh, if you're wondering what the letter up there says, and you just couldn't squint enough to have a read, don't fret. Here is the content of the letter. :D :

Dear Asroff,

 I knew I'm sorry that I'd bullied you for a while in the library. As you know what bullying is the pengawas (prefect) will write my name to the list.

 I'm sure that I'm in a bad mood for a bit. While you're at the dewan tertutup (closed hall) I think you will get revenge to me. Please don't call somebody about me.

 Go to the tuition center by today. Wear formal clothing when you have Malay and Science class. Be there when I came to the tuition by car. I need to apologise to you.

 Please accept my apologies. Thank you.

Two things to know:
1) He spelled my name wrong; and
2) If you think that there are a few grammatical errors there, it's not my fault. I typed it word by word.

What I Learned From Promoting Things People Fear

Credit card, anyone?

 Greetings, people. Some of you may have wondered why I have disappeared for a month, right after I decided to update frequently. Most of you probably did not care about my wellbeing. XD I have to confess, I did something no one like me would ever dare to do during January.

I got a flipping job. As a flipping credit card promoter.

 “My gosh”, people tell me, “are you out of your flipping mind?” Well, looking back, yes, I was out of my mind, grabbing an offer to torture myself physically and mentally. By working, I inadvertently spent my well earned relaxation period doing something useful and beneficial for once, which was sickeningly awful, as I had planned to devote my precious few months to lounging around, watching endless TV soaps, and gaining a few extra pounds.

 But what’s past is past. Anyways, back to point. I decided to share my experience of working life to everyone, and tips on how to sail through smoothly. J

1)      Punctuality is Key

 Now, we all know punctuality is a very, very essential aspect of life. You need to be on time for everything, lest you want to miss the bus, overcook your meal, and get dumped by your BF/GF. All sorts of unfortunate consequences could happen, even if you were a little bit late. In this case, you can get a fine.

 The concept is like this: You rent a space at a shopping mall; you abide by the rules, one of them being ‘You will pay for not opening your stall on time, literally.’ A colleague of mine, being the usually late person he is, didn’t get the memo, and was slapped with a fine upon arrival. Luckily, the manager and he were on good terms, and thus he was let off with a slight warning.

2)      Keep Your Patience (Don’t Blow Your Top Off So Fast)

 One thing we all dread, not only in the promoting services, but in almost every type of job, are those unrelenting customers, who try to force you to drive up your wall and become all Hulkish with a few screws loose. During my stint, I was met with many bemused faces stabbing my already fragile confidence, their ruthless glares sucking out every single drop of pride you had in you. At times, I was met with so many ‘No’s and ‘I don’t want’s and lies such as the usual ‘I have already’ line, that the anger starts to build up in me, to the point that I could barely keep the rage from overflowing and affect innocent people. But then I think of my job, and I’m back to normal. XD

3)      Study (Really, I’m Not Joking)

 You’d think that once you get out of school, you’d finally be free from all those horrid memorizing. But no, you can’t escape the clutches of the process. Sorry to break it to you. It’s reality. :/

 One of the important things you really need when you are promoting something is adequate information. Study on everything you need to know about the product. Don’t end up like me. The first week was full of hems and haws coming out from my mouth as the customers asked the frequently asked questions. When people see promoters being so clueless about the products they’re hopelessly persuading others to buy, they lose all faith in said product, and BAM! No sale. Trust me, I’ve been in that situation tons of time.

4)      Store Your Personal Problems Somewhere Else

 Imagine this; you had a fight with your parents, just an hour before your work starts. When you arrive, you are immediately handed an urgent, yet important project that requires composed thinking to steer it to success. They gave it to you, a being currently emotionally unstable. What do you think will happen? Of course you managed to get it right from the get go, increasing the reputation of the company, and also the popularity among your colleagues- Oops, sorry. I read that wrongly. It was the opposite of that.

 Moral of the story: Don’t let your personal issues affect your work time. They cloud your judgement, and it’ll also lead to other undesirable consequences.

5)      Make Sure You Know What You Are Getting Into

 This is very, VERY important in guaranteeing the satisfaction of your work time. Don’t, and I say DO NOT, just pounce on someone’s offer blindly. Look into the fine print, like the terms and conditions that you have to obey, or else you could be a snared into a pit of despair, flailing helplessly as you stand among the streams of unimpressed people, clocking in overtime without a raise in salary. Like me. D’:

 Although, in my defense  I would like to point the finger to my baby brother, the one who kindly dragged me to the start of it all, knowing full well that my spectacles were in repair, therefore I can’t see well, and can’t think well. <------- excuse="" lame="" man="" s="">

Mm-hmm, I guess that's all the worthwhile advises I got in me to share with you people. Follow these tips, and I guarantee, you'll be able to keep your job, unlike this sad job-loser.

 Oh, didn't I mention it to you? I got kicked out of the promoting service for not having enough sales. Guess I'm not cut out for promotion.