Of Dislikes And Wigs

I'll let the video do the talking = )

Hey, it's that one guy.

Oh my my, looks like it's been one semester full of trials and tribulations. I'm supposed to be finishing up the last of my long portrait-debt for figures but heck, I just need to vent things out. After all, it's been years since I've done that.

Some said my blog is political, some said it's philosophical, some said it was just depressing. Well I offer you my deepest regrets and apologies, I'm not blog-savvy. I'm not gonna be the guy with the grammar and vocab for this one, I'm gonna post as me.

I'll be talking to pixelated words anyways since no one actually visits my blog, but still, it's the thought that counts right?

First and foremost let me tell you a story about TOA. TOA is expensive. You pay 5,000 Ringgit a semester and you still have to buy your own art supplies. What makes it bad is not the fact that every bottle of poster color is 4.50 Ringgit a pop, but it's some lecturers whom I believe, have a bad past. I dunno why but every time I knock on the AD department door, I can feel this heavy air pouring out of the room, very tension-ny. Not only that I have a bi-polar, no wait, tri-polar, or even possibly QUAD-polar Visual Communications lecturer who is everything but interesting. Some might think she's great, most find her being a capital B. Oft she will throw these words at you when you find some things hard "Y'know it's the life of a designer, you just have to live with it." See ma'am, as much as I respect your opinion and loathe your ego and temperament, doesn't mean if you had a crappy career as a designer means that the same will happen to ANY of us. Instead of DE-motivating your PAYING, WILLING and (I cannot stress this last point out) STRUGGLING students, why don't you turn that frown upside down and motivate us, guide us through like how other lecturers are doing.

Guiding students, YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG.

Next up, i'd like to talk about margins. Margins in art schools MATTER. It sets up the teaching quality and grading prerequisites for a class. Thus, a class with students with mediocre drawing skill will be more guided with precision. Unfortunately I'm stuck in a class full of talented individuals. My figure drawings and portrait sketches would not look as good as the others. After all, we're all learning everyday. The problem with this particular subject now is that, blatantly and honestly speaking: I've lost my interest in figure studies. I've tried my best, but I'm afraid it was not good enough. Now TOA customs state that this will be the time when my lecturer would give me a stern, but maternal look and say "Try harder, you can do this!" or "I was worse than you last time!" Or this is the time when my beloved Dean/Principal would drive to my place and tell me "If got good student in your class do 2 portraits, you do 4, lecturers won't get mad one, you put more effort you will be better than them!". I didn't lose interest due to the fact that there are talented people in my class, I love their works, and would love to learn from them, sadly what they gave me for tips were "just do lo.". I'm simply tired of stereotyping. Just when I thought I'm free from the clutches of mainstream studies, we're back at square 1. Doesn't mean if there are so many talented artists in my class, particularly with the portrait drawings, MY level of talent would just be expected to be driven forward by jealousy. I don't get jealous, I get pissed. I never shown off anything to anyone unless needed, neither do I expect people to make me learn from jealousy. It doesn't drive me forward. I'm not sure what pasting up portraits on the board to show who's done well in class would do, because frankly, I see no point, TEACH ME, personally as a lecturer, instead of when I ask questions you go "Eye judgement lo, need to draw more lo then can improve." Posting good portraits to make people go "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH." is one thing, using mine, a particularly BAD result of inexperienced hands to show what bad finishing is, I gotta say, even though I;ve been with that lecturer for close to 6 months now, I'm pretty fucking offended. Hence, why I'm neglecting portraits and writing this right now. "No hard feeling arr."

Oh it's not over yet folks, there's more to rant on in this semester of rage. Oh dear god and I thought I was over this. Friends. See this is where the title of this rant comes about. I'm that one guy. That one guy who everyone expects to help them ace their projects in group work. Sure, not to show off but rather; admit, I have helped a group to get 99 out of a possible 100 for History of Arts project, or made Crimes in Malaysia sound humorous but interesting. Sure I've gotten 9/10 for my speech and made a convincing Pizza Hut ad, as well as making a video that my lecturer found to be rather entertaining for BM class, but please, I'm not that one guy. I refuse to be phrased whereby you ask me "So what to do wei?" "What should we do?" and what not. Think for yourself. Hello, Mrs. Pinky, if you're reading this, thank you for giving me a break, I totally appreciate what you've done. You're still my hero thus far. See being the only kid at home with no siblings pretty much sets my sense of value of "Friends" as siblings for me. I'd be truthful, blunt and at times rather Flubber'd up in the head. The problem is that, the people that I've come to know for the past semester from my class. Well call me up, those who have my number and I invite you to sit down with me at 8 o' clock sharp after I finished turning on the air-conds and lights and wait for people to come in, you'll see how the seats will be arranged. I can remember the hierarchy for each class, they're the same generally. See it ticks me off when a friend does something stupid. Calling me emo when YOU ARE THE ONE WHO'S NOT TALKING TO ME. Calling me isolated when YOU ARE THE ONES WHO ARE SITTING IN FRONT OF ME. Imploring me why I always hang out with the same guy when HE'S THE ONE WHO ACTUALLY BOTHERS ABOUT ME. Some even go as what they call DISCUSSING ABOUT MY BEHAVIOR UNTIL 4 AM IN THE MORNING. Some, and this particular friend I hold dear to me has finally pulled her trump fucking card. YOU RANT ABOUT MY MISBEHAVIOR TO YOUR FRIENDS AND LET THEM TEACH ME A LESSON. This time, seriously, and not jokingly as always I'll ask you if you somehow found this post: I really thought at one time, the few of us would have something special. Seems like now some of them are rather irritated by my very presence. You all would gang up on me during small debates. For example it is okay for others to call what you adore a "lil' fucker" and you laugh it off while I, cannot, question my why did I call them that. While other people can call you a pedophile as a joke, I can't cuz I've just offended you. You know who you are. And then there are people who laugh at a stupid website and the jokes from it that are recited by others, when I do it, nope, CHUCKFUCKINGTESTA. There are some people who cannot face me. You speak to me with that loathe-ful face of yours but with a smile to others. Then come the people who talk behind my back. Yes, your intentions are noble, but please, call me up and sit down at ChaTime or the Student Lounge, if you wanna go to some place quiet, go to the other Student Lounge at Block P, I'm always up for a "What's on your mind?" You don't need to be Facebook to ask me that. Nice, save me up a seat at the row of computers with no one there. When I'm sitting alone in class, nope go start a new row with others to mingle, terrific. But when it comes to your group work or questions you don't know, I'm suddenly Wikipedia. You might have your motives, but this is what I see. One man's trash, is another man's treasure. Ironic tale of life. And for those who didn't know me well enough but have the balls to complain about the bunch of "nerds" in student lounge for being noisy, at least they are loyal friends to me. Sure, I'm as loud as them, at least they can have some godforsaken fun. At least to them, I'm not that one guy.

If you scrolled all the way down here and said "Too long, don't wanna read." I understand if this one person's rant isn't that important, but seriously, this made me feel A LOT BETTER.

To: CD1105-02 The Prime Time Of Our Lives. Live it.

This post is dedicated to CD1105-02, my class. Oh wait, my family.

When I first set foot in The One Academy, all I could muster up was how much of a pain is it to do foundations and not going straight to my major. I mean c'mon, 14 weeks? That's a lot of 7's.

Looking back, I regret saying that, 14 weeks passed by in the snap of a finger. I wouldn't imagine that the class would be sewed together this close and now here we are, full of sorrow and lament on the last days together.

To be honest, last Wednesday during booklet presentation, this is what I wanted to say, but gave you guys an express version instead. So here it goes:

Scientists have proven that the human mind will lose their creative side as it "matures". So as a regular human grows older, they instill their "logic" to the world. Have you all realized that when we were smaller, everyone in the class knew how to draw, color or pull something interesting out of their imagination? Now that we're nearing our adulthood, how many of you still dress-up? Rant about how your Pikachu can't evolve? Talk about Digimon like no one's business? Or just be a plain goof?

Way back when the boys used to have an obsession for Digimon, Power Rangers and anything that's cool. When we used to swing toy swords around as if the whole universe depended on smacking our mom's leg with a paper sword because she didn't want to buy you an action figure. When we could cut out a prop and pretend to be a superhero, when we would grab a tower, tie two ends and run around the house as if we were men of steel. Way back before the superficiality of pop-culture, the protein formula to increase muscle mass, punches were thrown to each other, taunts were proclaimed, heartbreaks were experienced, before we worried about how we would be able to make a living, worrying that we can't earn much when we registered to TOA. What happened to the time when we just do it and hope for the best results possible, and if we failed, we'd do it again and again.

Way back when the girls used to believe in faeries, mermaid princesses, the power of compassion and of the pure heart. When you used to believe that Barbie was your BFF. What happened to "Girl Power" and the color Pink that ruled them all? When every girl thought that being Alice was just a toy block away, and a pink-colored, princess-themed bedroom inspired by Rapunzel was what you wanted? Before bug-eyed contact lenses, extremely micro-skirts, going gaga for Korean abs and wanting a facade of beauty to hide who you are inside. What happened to the girls who believe in inner strength and beauty? What happened to the girls who wanted a princess marriage?

Life used to be full of color, excitement, and the smallest things could trigger an orgy of fresh ideas. Now coming up with a 2 spread booklet is that hard. If God created Adam and Eve with naivete, then I think that this naivete should be at least kept within our hearts. Ironically I take the Serpent's temptation in the Garden of Eden as a symbolism for the phrase: "I was born smart, education fucked me up."

In my days sitting and lazing around the 3rd floor student lounge with friends, I noticed something. I had an epiphany. There is so much pessimistic ooze crawling to find a host within the walls of college. I've seen people who gave up on studies in TOA. People who try to persuade me to give up. I've seen people who didn't appreciate the opportunity. People who tried to say that it's impossible. I've met friends who's families wouldn't let them take up the design career. But we all know that behind Impossible is the phrase I'm Possible.

Raymond, I know you always got my back, and you're like a brother to me, but man, I'll miss your black humor if we split up next semester.

Bryan, your primal instincts for good music is what I can't afford to lose, the folder you gave me still rest within the depths of my music folder, it's like a blessing. And I'll miss your graphics.

Joshua, your awesome fro will be missed. When will I see the rawkstar who has impeccable skill with a sharpie again along with his concepts?

See Then, your stupidity will be missed, who'd provide my next class with plain humor if it's not you? You're a good friend.

Richie and Gus, you brought my inner child outward bound again. How long has it been since I spoke of Digimon or Yu-Gi-Oh? And now that we're separating, whos' gonna talk about these awesome childhood stuff with me again?

Celine, you. are. awesome. Flat out. You're the only girl I met whom I can be open with so easily, and you play video games, that's a plus, really. Lemme let you in on a secret, your future boyfriend is a lucky man even though you'd drain his wallet, I'm sure he'll love you.

Vivian, you and your Japanese obsession. Who's gonna knock some sense into you that English dubs are equally great? And though I'm glad I won't be seeing Vocaloids after this semester, I'd miss their annoyance, those Spanish bastards.

Pei Ji, I'll miss your cooking if we don't end up in the same class, really. Who's gonna bake for the class again and be the subject of chickens?

Jonathan "Slim Shady" Thomas, you cheesy bastard, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the man with the coke can who looks like a Grafitti artist but loves anime again if we aren't in the same class.

I Ern and I-Vern, you two are very good Tekken players, only few people like you exist, and it saddens me that we won't be able to play another round again.

Chuan Xin, we didn't talk much, kinda sucks = / But judging from how close you are to I Ern and Priss, I'm sure you an awesome person, you'll still be missed. P.S. Don't be so nervous for presentation, chillax!

Jackson, your precision with releasing jokes via song references will be missed. No one's gonna be the Tallman after this I guess.

Priscilla, the kind girl who I rarely see smiling, I never got to see you smile for real though, but try to smile more and get rid of that >:I face next semester.

Shaun, listen up noob, who's gonna be the bauss of the class that loves Lolis? The one with the criticism for everything?

Curtis, your IT side of the brain has some Crytek Nanosuit built into it, who's gonna be the one who helps me with my presentations and videos? And who's gonna tell me stories about cats? meow.

Nick Ho, Who's gonna henshin into Kuuga after this? And who's gonna be the one who tells me of events like Comic-Con or tell me the latest cheap imports from Japan?

Nick Gan, your humor is full of lolz, man. Just full of lolz. And you're a great sketch artist. Even though we didn't talk much, I'm gonna miss you.

Maxe, who's gonna be the one with the awesome laptop that can run The Last Remnant? When can I see it run PROPERLY?! And who's gonna say some weird Korean greeting to me?

Yie Hang and Zhuang Yew, your stuff are brilliant works of art, I'll miss them, really. I hope your minds will be full of fresh ideas.

And from the bottom of my heart I offer you my sincerest apologies for all the wrongs I've done, even though I'm yet to be sure if this apology will suffice. I'm sorry if my jokes went too far from time to time. I apologize for the rudeness that I've projected to certain situations. I'm sorry for being an obnoxious, loud nuisance to the whole class with my loud voice which I can;t keep under control. After all I make mistakes too, I'm human after all.

If our farewell is permanent, I want to deliver you this message, a message I hope that you all will keep for the rest of your days in The One. I'm sure you've all seen the Ambigram I made during the presentation. Some of you might not be able to read it, some of you can, in first try. To those who are able to, congratulations, and for those who couldn't, try harder. It reads "Imagination" no matter how you flip it 180 degrees. Imagination is the steadfast force that could propel you to greatness. It is the infinite source of the peace of mind, and the unwavering power that rests within everyone. You need to utilize this. Think back to the days when we were kids, when everything was possible and the sky's the limit. Rend asunder those who try to get in your way and forge on your pathway to greatness. Because in the end of the day, I realized that my greatest Avalon, my paradise; was my Imagination, ever so steadfast just like all of yours.

These following years in The One Academy of Communication Design, will be the prime time of our lives. So live it.

-Sincerely,

Jonathan Law.

Nothing is true, everything is permitted.

William Shakespeare once said to the world:
"There is neither good nor bad, but thinking makes it so."

Contrary to popular belief, and going by the quote, I say that it's not a matter of which side is winning, or which attentions are more noble than the other. I believe that there can only be one story, one truth that the world needs to know. I believe that everything begins from nothing. Sets of rules such as the amendments of America, The 10 Commandments, The Law and much more are just notions of logic. Life is like a video game, and a video game is a story told from the point of view of a chosen character. That character is known as the Protagonist, and what the protagonist disagrees with is called the Antagonist. And of course the goal of playing a video game is to get the protagonist to what he wants to achieve, often to defeat the antagonist. Protagonists and Antagonists, these two factors are above all, the most contradictory forces of the world. What you see in the world of politics are of course, just like another video game.

Barisan National wants to rule govern the land much longer for their own needs, their definition of good and what the Rakyat thinks as vile and cruel.

And what the Rakyat wants is nothing less then a political revolution for the future of the country, they stood up and gathered in the heart of the city to show that the vox populi lives on, the government thinks it's childish, overly ambitious, and barbaric.

But dear readers, do keep in mind that Malaysia is a democratic country. Democracy derived from the Greek words Demos (Peope) and Kratos (Power). It is a country by the people, for the people. The majority of agreements will constitute the government in its' place. Calling a civilian coalition with a small support from other political groups "illegal" is self-contradicting. The people want nothing less than a revolution in a democratic country, and the government denies it completely and calls it illegal. Bear in mind that this is a democratic country ladies and gentlemen, labeling the majority of people who have spoken illegal is labeling your government illegal. Great job.

The above pictures you have just scrolled through are forever etched into the history of Malaysia. These photos, taken by Al-Jazeera journalists who daringly jumped into the fray of 9/7 are embodiments of the truth. If you'd pay attention to how local papers and news define Bersih as and how inetrnational news channels define them you will be able to see a big difference. RTM1,2, TV3 amongst others say "This illegal assembly" when referring to Bersih. While International news channel say "This assembly". What national television failed to show is the amount of suffering the people went through on that fateful raining afternoon. They did not show how the police kicked a Bersih supporter in green tee sitting there while tear gas were fired, they did not show the spraying of chemical-laced water and tear gas assaults in the compounds of Tung Shin hospital which is in the opposite of my junior high school; SM Stella Maris and St. Anthony's church. They were not aware of the amount of foreigners that were staying at Grand Seasons Hotel nearby. The media did not broadcast the death of a Bersih supporter as he ran for dear life in the face of hounds we call the police. They did not show how a man had a stroke when police officers handcuff him, how officers stood there in the midst of chaos, watching the man suffer as civilians try to free him from the handcuffs the police failed to release. They failed to show the ignorance of the police of not bringing first aid or calling for help, they stood there as the man suffers from his stroke.

The local mainstream papers failed to put in pictures of the ensuing chaos, the blood, sweat and tears, they show clean roads with officers posing in front of the candid camera. And saying it was damned well peaceful. I did not see The Star journalists going into the fray as Al-Jazeera's did.

ladies and gentlemen I do not support the winning team, or the most convincing coalition, I support the truth, and if you hide the truth, I'll dig it up and show it. The police said that there was no tear gas or water cannons fired in the compounds of Tung Shin, the high ranking officer claimed he was there, I did not see a Punjabi police officer in blue turban in the videos or pictures, all I see is water and smoke, could it be a barbeque party by Bersih then, sir? Our great Prime Minister said that the police handled everything bravely and cautiously, no physical contact whatsoever to the protestors. All I see when I search the words "Bersih 2.0" in Youtube are protestors getting kicked, slapped in the face, sprayed by water cannons, punched, man-handled and trampled by the police. They say only a mere 5,000 showed up, but I beg you to scroll back up and do a head count. Watching the government denying what they did to their own people is laughable.

Looking at the bigger picture I see that Malaysia's multiracial community has shown the true Malaysian spirit, chanting the national anthem at Puduraya, pushing back the malicious water cannon trucks back so that it would not harm bystanders, I see them defending their country with my own two naked eyes, I did not see anarchy, at least not by the people. I see people, regardless of age, race, religion and beliefs standing up to what they think is right, I see the truth. The "10,0000 People wants Najib to resign" page was filled with double the original aim of likes in a matter of less than 48 hours after what civilians saw.

The PM also said that he congratulates those who did not show up to the rally since you are a silent majority. If only the main roads weren't block that could get me to Puduraya in 10 minutes, I would have given you all a more solid truth. I regret not coming down in the 9th of July, 2011. For that I admit that I am a failed Malaysian, but all I can do now is to write.

If this was the 1 Malaysia unity our PM sought for, I congratulate him on achieving it, for now I say that he will suffer the wrath of the vox populi. Well done.


Remember, Remember the Ninth of July.

Respect

It's been awhile since I updated this blog eh folks? Nothing much happening anyways. College has been a blast, I can give you that.

For once I LOVE doing assignments, since I can express myself through them.

For once I WANT to go to classes early.

For once I feel like I BELONGED in my class.

If you don't know, my college is situated in the heart of Sunway. Right beside the eternal gaze of the Sphinx which protects Sunway Pyramid lies a rather colorful building.
And yes, it looks a little something like that. I go to college in a series of shop lots, and I'm proud of it. I do not need a bonafide campus building beside a shimmering lake with banners tinseled all over the premises. For me, less is more. And let's keep it that way and don't go around comparing, okay folks?

College life is heaven for me. The library is my main hang out, the vast knowledge it holds is immensely alluring. The collection of artworks from a plethora of creative minds fuels my lust for knowledge. The student lounge has a mellow feel to it, I spend my time there. And the food, Elysium in your mouth.

The students? Friendly, amiable and respectable. Then comes the seniors. Oh you seniors. A funny bunch of people who instill fear into you. A bunch of people who will say that you have it easy compared to them. People who demand respect.

Respect is our keyword today, friends.

Respect. A phrase which instills discipline an appreciation at the same time. An abstract loyalty that one should never demand. Apparently the seniors of TOA believe that since their workload is a tad more, since they have 8 months tops of advantageous knowledge, they can ask for the respect they "deserve". You can never earn respect by demanding respect. Anotehr failure in the Malaysian mindset is that one will never acknowledge that there is someone out there who is better than you, who will beat you. Sure you're got at what you do, but ponder for a moment, oh resentful senior who by chance would read this: Are you the best? I concur not. Talking smack about you and your petty talent will not instill respect to anyone, especially to me. I respect an individual if he/she deserves it, just like that. If it was a joke then let me tell you that it is not, at all, laughable. I will resort to whatever it takes to beat you, clear as day.

Respect n. 1 ESTEEM, regard, high opinion, admiration, veneration, reverence, deference, honour. ASPECT, facet, feature, each as an individual.

That is how Oxford defines the word.

Striking The Balance

This is a general description of Nemesis, the Greek Goddess of Justice. But for the sake of this post I will use this maiden of justification to symbolize something else.

Usually in Greek myth, the scales she has would mean justice, the sword would symbolize the power of retribution and her blindfolded eyes would symbolize her ignorance to nothing but the truth.

Here's my version: The blindfolded maiden herself would mean a naive person who doesn't comprehend certain facts of life. The sword would mean power, power to be anything that person wants to be. Lastly the scales, it symbolizes a "balance". Balance which I will explain soon.

Again a post high-school dilemma is at hand. Here's how high-school graduates of my generation would usually think: "Get to a prestigious college/university will give me a bright future." This is an interesting display of stereotyping and utter ignorance, an ignorance so ridiculous it boggles me how would the future of my generation would be like. To quote from my previous Vlog... "80% of Malaysian graduates are JOBLESS." To drag those who are flying like a G6 down from 7th Heaven, no matter how prestigious, famous, well-endowed in facilities, tinseled in countless certificates by a plethora of well-versed associations or foreign universities, no matter how many graduates became successful after graduating, a good college/university is naught more but a catalyst for your future, not a safety net.

LimKokWing, Taylor's, HELP, and the list goes on. Some of the most well-known universities in Malaysia which people would gather upon graduation is a big exaggeration in the world of education. Allow me to sort things out for you; humans have a strong resonance for cash. Whenever they see products which needs stunningly large amount of cash to purchase, their subconscious would automatically recognize that product as a "quality" product. Humans are also sensitive to statistics. Whenever they see other people approve of a product, or that product helped other people to achieve something, they too will acknowledge that product as a "quality" product. A Ferrari, a branch of Carl's Jr. , a Transformers movie, a Gears of War video game, a Louis Vuitton handbag, a UNIQLO shirt, an Alienware laptop, an Ecstasy pill, and lastly; an expensive institute of higher education.

In truth, no matter how expensive your studies cost you, you'd still start at the bottom. It's EXPERIENCE that counts, even if you have the best weapon in a Final Fantasy game, if you character doesn't accumulate enough EXPERIENCE for a Level Up, you'd still get a Game Over from a high level Boss. Take this fact to real life. Let's say if you are an Architecture graduate of LimKokWing University College, you don't suppose that you'd be constructing skyscrapers and Ziggurats right of the mill, am I right? Would you expect your seniors to approve you for a project just because of LimKokWing's internationally recognized certificate, no? let me tell you a fun fact of life; even the most skilled of designers needed experience to improve themselves and for people to vouch for their talents. A graduate is nothing more than a greenhorn to the industry.

For example, my father is a graduate of Business Administration. He is now 51 years of age, with newspaper cuttings for jobs, with a few decades of experience, his maximum pay was RM8000. A 51 year old. Companies are looking for experience, I can prove it to you. Flip through the jobs pages within your local papers, you'll see that they want you to have experience as a prerequisite for the job. They don't give a flying pig where you graduated from. Tetsuya Nomura has been the character designer for Square-Enix since 1997, first starting out in Final Fantasy VII. To this day his artwork is still criticized for having too much zippers, baggy clothes, leather and beads.

Coming back to the figure of Nemesis, the ignorant individual has the power to be all that he can be. But the scales of balance between a decent education and experience must be in par with each other. Going to a RM80,000 course VS. Experience. You do the thinking.

Peace out,

Jonathan

The Impending Future

Hello my fellow readers, again I whipped out another Vlog. This time with a better camera. Thus affecting the image and video quality for the better. I apologize for the late post. This was originally supposed to be posted on the 25th of March but my Internet bandwidth ran out so I had to postpone it. But without further a do, here's my 2 cents on careers and The Malaysian Mentality.

Oh do I miss this blog!

Indeed I do. I finally took time to realize how long has it been since I sat down on my old leather black chair, typing to this same page where I have left so many marks. It's been a pretty normal life after the dreaded SPM, I guess. Though applying the word "dreaded" would be me, over-exaggerating on SPM's difficulty. Trust me SPM candidates, it's easier than you think it is.

After SPM I took time to actually feel free from studies and start my metamorphosis into a makeshift sloth. Video games were played, friends were met and goodbyes were said. After that, it was a period of overwhelming boredom, so bored I was that I was determined to find a job. And so I did. I applied to work ad Golden Screen Cinema Mid Valley hoping to be placed in the ticketing booth. But the supervisors had something else in mind for me, for me to be a "steward" or so they say. Steward is a word too simple to define what my job description for RM3.40 an hour. In the mornings I have to traverse the maze of the cinema exits to turn on the air conditioning and lights on. After that I would need to do hourly hall checks for faulty infrastructure or couples who are getting a little too "friendly". I needed to check if the ads are playing. Once I actually got to breathe, they tell me to go to the checkpoint to tear tickets and smile at the customers. Those of you who go to the movies might think stewards have it easy, but think again. The next time you bring me for a movie in Mid Valley, trust me, the next set of shows will be canceled since I will bring you on a air-conditioning sabotaging tour ala Jonathan Law.

After just a few days in GSC I applied to work at a Computer Games store that I regularly go to in order to find my video games. I figured if I could combine my knowledge in computers and amateur sales skill, I could earn a few bucks to spend on things I'd like. It's been 2 months now and this will be my last month working there. It's been a pleasure meeting new people and helping those in need of games installation. Friends visit me regularly to keep me company and for that I appreciate each and everyone of you!

For my next act in this tale of life. I will work until the 7th of April and by then I'll have a month's worth of holiday before I move on to my freshman year in college.

Hopefully, without my regular work schedule of 10A.M. - 10 P.M. , I will be able to write more to this blog, to share my thoughts with all of you.

For now this is Jonathan Law, signing out for the time being.

Adieu