The Urbаn Prophet™ 5.0

I used to be very independent. I used to live in a nice 3 bedroom 2 story house just west of Central London, only a 5 minute walk from the Perivale tube station, 15 mins by tube to Tottencourt Road St. just off Oxford Street. I worked for small restaurant chain in London handling their marketing and life was good.

I earned a fair bit for someone for someone my age, so i could enjoy some of the better things in life. The company paid for all of my travel expenses, fed and clothed me for free, and even gave me a credit card for 'entertainment expenses'.

One of the first things i bought when i moved down to London, was a large 29inch Grundig digital wide-screen tv. I had a Play Station with a wide selection of games and dvd's to waste my time with. I got myself the fastest computer i could find and upgrading it was one of my hobbies. We had in the house a massive sound system which my house mate bought to hook up all the electronics to and annoy the neighbours with.

My office was just off Soho Square in London's clubbing district, and with my company amex, i had the time of my life. Every other day i was watching some famous DJ or performer, which before then i only saw on the inserts of cd covers. Friday was the day me and my mates would go down Fabric, one the larger clubs in London, and party on all the way until the trains ran again at 6 in the morning.

You could say life was good, but no, life was excellent. Life was fun, life was just one big party that i seemed to have a permanent invite to. Then something happened, i felt that it was time for me to do something with my life. I thought, "Hey, you know what, maybe i should get myself a masters degree and expand my horizons". Until then i was earning GBP25k a year, and with that degree i could easily get a job for at least 35k.

So i quit my job and enrolled in a university that was just 10mins away from me by bus. To cut a long story short, i had received a scholorship from the DTI where they paid me to study as long as long as handled the marketing for a small chocolate factory in Acton. What happened next was that the chocolate factory decided to terminate the programme and left me without a job. So what did i do next? Confused, i called my father and he told me to fly back to Malaysia and he's sort out a job for me.

Dazed, i listened to him and did just that. Leaving behind London, one angry girlfriend(now an ex), my 29inch tv, my credit cards, my house, my dvd's, my stereo system, my computer, my car, my friends, basically everything i'd worked hard to get for the past 4 years. When i reached Malaysia, i found no job waiting for me. The people my dad had talked to changed their minds. To make matters worse, all the stuff i shipped back never arrived and this was the stuff i consider special to me along with most of my good clothes. In the end i found a job with a direct marketing company, i have a new girl friend who i dearly love and i'm living in my sisters back room. All in all, I realise that yeah i'm in the middle of a tough period in my life, but the people around me are helping to make it feel a little bit better... *sigh*