It's not like it's a revelation or something to me. But I do other things on the Internet too. I am not entirely useless, you know. With all the entertainment value that the Internet has been tied to, it does have other purpose for existence. Where did you think I heard about Tiger Woods getting beat up by his wife? Or the fact that I am and have been a (I can't even type this out, let alone say it out loud) person who "journalize on the Internet for public or selective viewing".
Some people I know, friends, make quite a bit of money on the net, while I'd be lucky if my Nuffnang earnings even make it to a four-digit figure. Decimal points included. Some of them write very well but they write for themselves. One I know writes terrific fan fictions. One day, while I could still be alive, she might get published. Who knows?
Most of my favorite music people are on Myspace. And it is all intricately done. Tour dates, blog subscriptions, events, video clips, playlists, networks, fan and friend comments, user feedbacks, music purchase, record signing possibilities. I am thoroughly impressed with all of this. Rummage through the abundant genres, the thousands of bands, solos, duets, the millions of songs, tunes, rhythms, whatever soothes the effects of the KL rat race on you.
Paparazzi Google and Wiki every available information, link, hint to get to people. My boss made me search Iproperty and filter through the hundreds of property developers. In my free time, I check out TopatoCo, CafePress and Zazzle my way into shirts, henleys, blazers and hoodies. And to complete the whole experience, I write about it as part of the mundane life I'm leading, which I am currently working on making untrue, so I include a bonus audio accompaniment. And that would require some Ares searching and Fileden hosting.
And to see if I've slaved myself for the past one month for something of some sort of remote value, Maybank2u tells me I only have a few hundreds left to spend this month. And I don't even dare to imagine the bills I have taken up since my increment. It's not that I am a petulant child and sound a complaint every month, but the banking account numbers are not in my favor. These digits I've been forging, they see attrition in the most explicit fashion and it pains me. I am pointing fingers now. This is all because of Internet banking. Thanks. With this, I don't even get to feel the actual cold hard cash before I give it away to some stranger on the receiving end, who is sitting comfortably just pressing numbers on her keyboard to indicate which bill I have or have not paid. Assuming that is how it works.
It's a vicious, fearful cycle as I hunt for yet another job, with a higher pay so I can afford some luxuries once in a while. Only to hear my mother share with me a most expensive form of home repair or refurbishment that she intends to do over the next couple of months. All this nagging while I have my earphones on because I am watching my damn Dexter Season 4 Episode 8 which I have conveniently downloaded. TVRSS does not fail me.
When I do get the chance to, Jobstreet doesn't think I'm qualified enough to apply for that job. But whatever. So I cough up another bizarre and out of the ordinary cover letter claiming to be the King of the World so I can take on the tasks my mother has tasked upon me.
Did you know that particular episode was named Roadkill as well? My hedgehog is famous on Dexter. Except, his name is Roadkill McSlaughter. He is showing some signs of loneliness. So I hop on the search engine and try to figure out what could make him happy and less lonely, something short of getting a bleeding female counterpart. This opens a whole new career for me. I am now an avid collector of garbage. I keep empty toilet paper tubes to make him tunnels for him to sniff around in and play with. Does this garner a higher pay? Probably not.
Another curious question to which I think I have an answer to. With so many things one can do on the Internet, in which order do you do it? Let your current situation lead you into it? Or load up on as much information as you can before committing yourself to 5 and a half years of cleaning hedgehog poop? Again, I don't think that it is wise for me to share this one right now.
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In its place, I should probably share this song. Totally unrelated. But I've been raving about them for a while, so I thought I'd justify myself.
Uh Huh Her - Say So
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