Life these days are GREATTT... i wish

i have been certified as a workaholic... from 9 to 6 (10 hours), come back have food , see tv for awhile and sleep. Its a routine now, slowly but surely getting into a white collar person. (altough i dont wear a suit)...

My job, its amazing. No suits, that has to be the tip of the iceberg. Go with t-shirt, jeans, and my new puma shoes. Just got my first armani shirt to. Think im going to pimp my self.

You can see the advert on tv (australia) on local channels in the afternoon, as the company aim for the jobless or part time workers of this nation. Theres 6 types of insurance, ranging from life, medical, accident, salary protector... but the most hot selling insurance is pet insurance. LOL.... they make on average a couple of hundred thousands a month.

there are 5 in my group, consisting of the test lead, an automated tester and 3 manual testers including myself. All nice cheerfull chaps. Vulgarity is like the sound of music... every now and then the word fuck comes flying... so in simple term its awesome.

However, im still considered as an outsider, so i need to put in the time and effort and be faithfull in order to get acquainted with the dev team and my test team. I hope i dont get tempted to search elsewhere.

Of course why would i have to look elsewhere... i mean the team is good, work environment is great, no chicks ( thats would be the one and only reason to look elsewhere)... but most importantly the pay....

THE PAY..... hahaha .... for the fact im still underpayed and have an opp to make much more make me thnk how lucky i am....

MY PAY U ask .. in short after paying super (old age fund) and after getting taxed... i make a measly 1080..... not much .. .enough to survive in this harsh jungle for a WEEK... buahaahah...

U know what my motivation is.. to ensure i make more than a Doctor... why?... thats my own personal agenda....

however, the real reason for this journal is that i've finally met up with both my name... for long now i've justified Dharmarajan.. but finally i've justified Maniboy. (if it didnt make sense.. then fuck u too)...

All in all, i def thank my mum to give me the opp. to leave the land of the crows and come to the land of the promises. I was and always will be sincerely in debt to her...

Adios

haiiii, i've lost my touch in journalism that its taking me a shit load of time to write this entry. But none the less, it has to be written. Never tought i would see the day when my emotions meets my logical beliefs.

the last time i blogged was in august, and from then there are alot of shit that has happened, in this ever soooo boring life of mine. The main one being my induction to "THE REAL WORLD". I've been going to soo many interviews that i could sniff the chances i have for that particular job within the first 10 mins or so.

Hence came my first proper cum big company cum major foolooos job, MYOB. It was the best god damn job to start of with. Firstly, the pay was ridiculous, the work environment was even more ridiculous, and for the icing, casual wear, massage every month.... man its like entering heaven on first try.... (ooo when i mean ridiculous, what i actually mean is FUCCCCKKKIIINNNG AWWWEEESOOOMMMEEE) ... sadly that came to an end. technically thats what i hate about contract jobs, its short term and if u end up loving the place and the people, its a sad day to leave. (this finished about 1 week ago)

Went to oaks day... a day not to forget. got wasted, broke my glasses, drove home drunk... of course, there was no other choice, so i had to drive. Hence comes DDDD (Dharma the Designated Drunk Driver)... you do it twice and u have the braggin rights. that was on thursday 9. On the 10th drank (last day at MYOB), 11th drank, 12th sunday... holiday, 14 drank like a bitch for cookies 21st.

Then it was back to applying for jobs again, which i did on monday (13th Nov).... on wednesday i got called for an interview, thursday mornin 9 am interview, thursday afternoon i got called to say i have a second interview on friday (today), went for the interview today, and 20 mins after reaching home, i have the job. And i start on the 27th, enough to get wasted acouple of days more.THIS is seriously ridiculous, honestly.

The job, a QA Test Analyst with InsuranceLine, for 10 months. There goes anyhope of coming to malaysia, at least until october next year. finally , i could be the first one (In the kanagasabai and kandiah clan)to buy a car (full ammount and new) before i reach 26... wakakakkaaka ... dont know what to get but its going to be a mazda 3 or holden astra ...still in the half mind to buy mah jag xjr... but been gettin massive bitchin about the maintainence.... so have put that in a halt, until most of them dissapear or get older...

Other than that , life has become interesting. But not interesting enough to share it.

Why does this song give me butterflies, whenever i listen to it. I feel so sad to people who doesnt understand tamil, be it tamilians themselves or other races, coz u have been deprieved of the best love song of the century. The sound is good, but the lyrics are mesmerizing. If a china man from China (duh) could listen to it everyday in the mornin, im sure a lot fo other people would get hooked to it

the entry title is self explainatory... kapish

website temporarily shut down without prior notice....

not interested in sharing my life with the vast internet community anymore....

 for the time being at least....

graduation great, smoked some shit last night, gona drink like a bitch tonite....

shocked, suprised, curious, .... go shove ya toughts up ya asses....

good night, 

 

Currently feeling: rejuvenated