Gosh, I've got soooooooooo many things on my hands now I really dunno where to start finishing them! Even if I know, I'd keep forgetting to do it! Shucks!
First, there's the airline interview photographs. They are still in Cheryl's computer. Guess I should go over and load them into my MP3 tonight. Gotta do a bit of touch-up too. About the making-my-face-look-slimmer part, gotta ask Cheryl, the touch-up expert to teach me. I know roughly what to do but better ask the expert first.
After all the PSing, I gotta print out the pix of course. 3R is okay cos it's only 50sen per piece but passport sized will set me back RM12 for just 4 miserable pieces! Therefore, if time permits, I will print it in-house (you know where) hehe. But then I would have to mount it on ivory card (which is a bit too thick) and laminate it. Quite some work.
And geez, I'm sooooooooo broke this month! I've splurged on a new haircut, LeeHom's ticket and some clothes for the cabin crew interview. And I'm not even sure if ALL the clothes are appropriate (most of them are, anyway)!
Then there's the prepaid registration thingy for me and Shyan. Ai Leen's gonna submit the forms for us and we gotta give her our IC photocopies as well. Okay, so that's not so troublesome after all but it's almost the end of the year! The registration ends in December!
I'm just curious, why oh why doesn't DiGi authorise more dealers for their registrations? It's so inconvenient for us consumers! Last Sunday, Shyan and moi went to Times Square to catch a movie (My Super Ex-Girlfriend) and thought we'll give it a try at the DiGi service center.
Our numbers start with 4, and there were only supposed to be two more numbers till our turn. But I don't fucking know why the hell they began serving numbers starting with 2 and 3 all of a sudden! And it certainly looked like it would be a long wait! Therefore, as smart as we were, we decided to just leave and go do some window-shopping.
However, I ended up with two more purchases of clothes! Yeah I know stop slapping me, I feel so guilty already! I'm actually wearing one of them right now. It's long sleeved, purple colour with a studded crown on the front and some wordings, "Queen of the Night" being some of them. It looks simply rockin'! What's more, the fabric is soft and airy, making it an enjoyment to wear. The other top I bought is a white linen (is that right??) piece. The feeling is light and matured so I guess I can wear it to the interviews too, but definitely not on the first day.
Geez, I'm hoping and wishing and praying hard that I can even get past the first interview! Although SIA is really tough and I dare not hope too much, of course I still hope I can get in this time round! K, I know it sounds arrogant because many tried and a lot more didn't get in the first time. But heck, at least keeping my eyes on the goal might help me reach it, right?
Wait, I thought there's another thing I should do. Hmmm...can't seem to remember what it is. See, I AM getting senile! Oh gosh, someone, HELP ME! My life is becoming so HAYWIRED!
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Friday, September 08, 2006
A Bed of Roses
Quite a lot of things happened in these few days, all of which are good and I'm on cloud nine like nobody's business. Actually, I got so carried away that I actually become unbelievably forgetful! Geez, gotta jerk myself back to reality!
Here's the update on the wonderful things happening to me!
First, I got a new haircut! It rocks! I've wanted to spice up my hairstyle for a long time now but didn't have the slightest idea or inspiration on what to do about it. Should I straighten it, cut it, perm it, colour it?? I have soooooooo much to think about!
My new haircut
As u know from my previous entry, my hair's driving me up the wall! So on Wednesday night, right after work when I got home, I had a sudden urge that says,"Gee, go do something about your hair tonight!" Coincidentally, I saw a girl with a hairstyle that resembled what I wanted that afternoon, which explains the sudden inspiration. I was having a dilemma on whether to go to Pierre's (my hairstylist for the last 6 months), or go try someplace else. But I didn't quite like the last hairstyle he gave me so I thought oh well, i'll go try somewhere else first.
That's why I ended up sitting on the armchair of Zing. The stylist's name is Klein, as usual, quite la yeng. He quoted me only RM180 for cut, colour, highlight and straighten (only the bangs)! Cheap!
So far I'm more than satisfied with the outcome. Simply lovin' it! Definitely going back to him for hairstyling again! My new haircut actually looks a bit like those characters from Japanese manga! Gee, I can go on and on and on and on about it! Gotten lotsa compliments too! Wakakakakakaka!!!
On top of that, I've received the interview invitation for SIA! Hip Hip Hurray!! *Applause Applause*
I've already replied to confirm my attendance. It's on September 17. Hope of meeting Jaku and Si Qi there. Going to the Qatar open day as well on the 16th. Si Qi's going too but not sure about Jaku. Good luck to all of us!
And here's the ultimate good news *Drumroll*........
I AM GOING TO LEEHOM'S HEROES OF EARTH CONCERT IN SINGAPORE NEXT MONTH!
The ticket costs me S$170 which equals to RM416 (because the ticket agent charges extra 0.1%). Yeah I know I'm crazy. It's another one of those impulsive doings by moi. It's on Oct 21 (Deepavali) in the Singapore Indoor Stadium in Kallang.
I don't even know if I'll be able to get back to JB the same day and if not, I most probably won't have a place to sleep. No worries though, I just got all the info I need on the transportation so I guess I'll be fine. Singapore has all their info posted on the Net, so damn convenient for us tourists! Unlike this country I'm living in! 'Nuff said!
It seems that the island has a night bus service called the Nightrider, which operates from 11.30pm till 4.30am! How considerate! The fare is only a flat rate of S$3 no matter where you go! I'll just have to find out which station to get on and off. Hope everything goes smoothly.
By the way, my seat is just the 6th row from the stage. Hope it'll be real close! Aisle seat next to the middle block. Looks good from the plan, but I ain't sure about the real thing.
In case you wanna know, I'm not even a hard-core LeeHom fan. He's cute, talented in music and everything and I like some of his songs but that's pretty much it. The reason of my madness this time is his Taipei concert DVD. Geez, those are the culprit.
He gave an electrifying performance in it. That's what set me off. So I thought it would probably be worth watching. 'Tis the second time I'm attending a concert. Last one was Jay Chou's Fantasy concert in Bukit Jalil Outdoor Stadium 4 years ago. His live singing wasn't really that rockin' though. And the sound system was a failure because sound breaks in open space. But the atmosphere was damn high!
This time, LeeHom's concert is indoors. Therefore I would expect better sound quality. And his live singing is also ok. Hehe, now I'm glad I didn't go to Eason's concert in KL cos then I wouldn't have splurged this time!
Here's the update on the wonderful things happening to me!
First, I got a new haircut! It rocks! I've wanted to spice up my hairstyle for a long time now but didn't have the slightest idea or inspiration on what to do about it. Should I straighten it, cut it, perm it, colour it?? I have soooooooo much to think about!
My new haircut
As u know from my previous entry, my hair's driving me up the wall! So on Wednesday night, right after work when I got home, I had a sudden urge that says,"Gee, go do something about your hair tonight!" Coincidentally, I saw a girl with a hairstyle that resembled what I wanted that afternoon, which explains the sudden inspiration. I was having a dilemma on whether to go to Pierre's (my hairstylist for the last 6 months), or go try someplace else. But I didn't quite like the last hairstyle he gave me so I thought oh well, i'll go try somewhere else first.
That's why I ended up sitting on the armchair of Zing. The stylist's name is Klein, as usual, quite la yeng. He quoted me only RM180 for cut, colour, highlight and straighten (only the bangs)! Cheap!
So far I'm more than satisfied with the outcome. Simply lovin' it! Definitely going back to him for hairstyling again! My new haircut actually looks a bit like those characters from Japanese manga! Gee, I can go on and on and on and on about it! Gotten lotsa compliments too! Wakakakakakaka!!!
On top of that, I've received the interview invitation for SIA! Hip Hip Hurray!! *Applause Applause*
I've already replied to confirm my attendance. It's on September 17. Hope of meeting Jaku and Si Qi there. Going to the Qatar open day as well on the 16th. Si Qi's going too but not sure about Jaku. Good luck to all of us!
And here's the ultimate good news *Drumroll*........
I AM GOING TO LEEHOM'S HEROES OF EARTH CONCERT IN SINGAPORE NEXT MONTH!
The ticket costs me S$170 which equals to RM416 (because the ticket agent charges extra 0.1%). Yeah I know I'm crazy. It's another one of those impulsive doings by moi. It's on Oct 21 (Deepavali) in the Singapore Indoor Stadium in Kallang.
I don't even know if I'll be able to get back to JB the same day and if not, I most probably won't have a place to sleep. No worries though, I just got all the info I need on the transportation so I guess I'll be fine. Singapore has all their info posted on the Net, so damn convenient for us tourists! Unlike this country I'm living in! 'Nuff said!
It seems that the island has a night bus service called the Nightrider, which operates from 11.30pm till 4.30am! How considerate! The fare is only a flat rate of S$3 no matter where you go! I'll just have to find out which station to get on and off. Hope everything goes smoothly.
By the way, my seat is just the 6th row from the stage. Hope it'll be real close! Aisle seat next to the middle block. Looks good from the plan, but I ain't sure about the real thing.
In case you wanna know, I'm not even a hard-core LeeHom fan. He's cute, talented in music and everything and I like some of his songs but that's pretty much it. The reason of my madness this time is his Taipei concert DVD. Geez, those are the culprit.
He gave an electrifying performance in it. That's what set me off. So I thought it would probably be worth watching. 'Tis the second time I'm attending a concert. Last one was Jay Chou's Fantasy concert in Bukit Jalil Outdoor Stadium 4 years ago. His live singing wasn't really that rockin' though. And the sound system was a failure because sound breaks in open space. But the atmosphere was damn high!
This time, LeeHom's concert is indoors. Therefore I would expect better sound quality. And his live singing is also ok. Hehe, now I'm glad I didn't go to Eason's concert in KL cos then I wouldn't have splurged this time!
Monday, September 04, 2006
3000 Troubling Tresses (Chinese saying)
My hair is driving me nuts.
I was grumbling to my Mom the other day about why wasn't I born with straight hair. It was all Mom's fault. My flat-chestedness was her fault as well (but how come she and my two sisters are well-endowed with average-sized chests?). My bulging tummy also came from her genes, I reckon.
Go ahead. Slap me for blaming my Mom for all these. I'm only human. Everyone needs someone to blame. So shut up and stop your slapping palm in mid-air if you have done that.
Anyways, the focus of this entry is not on putting the blame on Mom. I don't dwell too much on stuff like that either. I was just grumbling for the sake of grumbling.
Back to my hair.
Sure, some people might say curly is nice (simply because they have dead straight hair, I bet). Well, as they say, opposites attract.
I wouldn't mind if my hair is wavy like those mat sallehs. It looks natural. Problem is, it curls at all the wrong places!! There's this tuft of hair near my crown that curls like a winding river, which makes it look like a hair job gone terribly wrong! The curly facade makes my hair looks like it hasn't been washed for a few days (although I tend to do that sometimes), which is utterly disgusting.
I've gone for rebonding but well, it will grow out too. I also hate the restrictions of rebonding which includes not having my hair tied up when I want to. It will leave marks. And of course I wouldn't want that since I've spent hundreds of ringgit on it, right?
That leaves me with no choice but a stagnant hairstyle, which makes me look like Sadako. People expect me to climb out from a well or tv anytime. How would that make you feel, huh?
Worse, hairstylists are often reluctant to indulge me in a new hairstyle after I have my tresses straightened in fear of stick-out hair. I've always liked those really short hairstyle that makes a girl looks refreshing and playful. But they won't do it on rebonded hair, and who am I kidding? It would be insane to cut off those RM200++ hair! And now that my face is getting rounder, I can't even imagine myself in those incredibly short hairstyles anymore!
I love bobs too. But bobbed hair often requires straight and sleek hair, which yours truly do not possess. I can't even have bangs! Rebonding doesn't help because no one wants to do it for me anyway. So don't rebond, you say? Hello....!! As it is now, rebonding-free, it looks like strays from a horse's tail!
And no, I ain't going for rebonding anymore. My hair's falling out in staggering quantity. Hell no, I don't wanna be bald before I'm 30 years old, or ever! Most of those gone bald are men, I don't wanna be the minority in women. Nah, I don't wanna be that special!
Speaking of which, almost 90% of Chinese are straight-haired. Why am I the fucking 10% condemned by curly hair??
I was grumbling to my Mom the other day about why wasn't I born with straight hair. It was all Mom's fault. My flat-chestedness was her fault as well (but how come she and my two sisters are well-endowed with average-sized chests?). My bulging tummy also came from her genes, I reckon.
Go ahead. Slap me for blaming my Mom for all these. I'm only human. Everyone needs someone to blame. So shut up and stop your slapping palm in mid-air if you have done that.
Anyways, the focus of this entry is not on putting the blame on Mom. I don't dwell too much on stuff like that either. I was just grumbling for the sake of grumbling.
Back to my hair.
Sure, some people might say curly is nice (simply because they have dead straight hair, I bet). Well, as they say, opposites attract.
I wouldn't mind if my hair is wavy like those mat sallehs. It looks natural. Problem is, it curls at all the wrong places!! There's this tuft of hair near my crown that curls like a winding river, which makes it look like a hair job gone terribly wrong! The curly facade makes my hair looks like it hasn't been washed for a few days (although I tend to do that sometimes), which is utterly disgusting.
I've gone for rebonding but well, it will grow out too. I also hate the restrictions of rebonding which includes not having my hair tied up when I want to. It will leave marks. And of course I wouldn't want that since I've spent hundreds of ringgit on it, right?
That leaves me with no choice but a stagnant hairstyle, which makes me look like Sadako. People expect me to climb out from a well or tv anytime. How would that make you feel, huh?
Worse, hairstylists are often reluctant to indulge me in a new hairstyle after I have my tresses straightened in fear of stick-out hair. I've always liked those really short hairstyle that makes a girl looks refreshing and playful. But they won't do it on rebonded hair, and who am I kidding? It would be insane to cut off those RM200++ hair! And now that my face is getting rounder, I can't even imagine myself in those incredibly short hairstyles anymore!
I love bobs too. But bobbed hair often requires straight and sleek hair, which yours truly do not possess. I can't even have bangs! Rebonding doesn't help because no one wants to do it for me anyway. So don't rebond, you say? Hello....!! As it is now, rebonding-free, it looks like strays from a horse's tail!
And no, I ain't going for rebonding anymore. My hair's falling out in staggering quantity. Hell no, I don't wanna be bald before I'm 30 years old, or ever! Most of those gone bald are men, I don't wanna be the minority in women. Nah, I don't wanna be that special!
Speaking of which, almost 90% of Chinese are straight-haired. Why am I the fucking 10% condemned by curly hair??
Friday, September 01, 2006
Hum + Drum
I've been ranting about my humdrum life for a while now.
I think another one of my acquaintances just got herself accepted by an airline as air stewardess. Geez, seems like everyone I know has what it takes except me, myself and I.
It's very daunting since I am seldom faced with rejection like this. Of course, since I tend to abandon a pursuit if I deem it too difficult to reach. I'm one of those people who don't really care about anything as long as the sky doesn't come crashing down. Hmmm...come to think of it, even if it does, I doubt I would care much either.
As a Chinese saying goes,"If the sky falls, use it as a blanket."
Haha.
Wonder what I would become when I'm 50 years old? What would I have accomplished? Will I be happy? Will I be rich or ditchy poor? How many kids would I have? How many and what kinda properties will I own? Would I be able to look back and point out the things I've done that really make myself proud to be me? Or will I be terribly ashamed?
More than anything, I hope to be with the ones I love and be happy. Yeah I know it sounds corny, I would have scorned at the thought 2 years back. But age is a funny thing that transforms an individual. At different stages of our lives, it's natural for us to crave for different needs.
I don't ask for a lot. Financial-wise, I just hope I don't have to worry about money that much, although a reasonable amount of fretting is okay. I really do hope to see the world while I'm still young, when I still have the rush and the drive.
Gee, what am I talking about now? So bored that I can't help but keep on babbling about humdrum stuff that comes with my equally humdrum life.
K, don't worry. Signing off now.
I think another one of my acquaintances just got herself accepted by an airline as air stewardess. Geez, seems like everyone I know has what it takes except me, myself and I.
It's very daunting since I am seldom faced with rejection like this. Of course, since I tend to abandon a pursuit if I deem it too difficult to reach. I'm one of those people who don't really care about anything as long as the sky doesn't come crashing down. Hmmm...come to think of it, even if it does, I doubt I would care much either.
As a Chinese saying goes,"If the sky falls, use it as a blanket."
Haha.
Wonder what I would become when I'm 50 years old? What would I have accomplished? Will I be happy? Will I be rich or ditchy poor? How many kids would I have? How many and what kinda properties will I own? Would I be able to look back and point out the things I've done that really make myself proud to be me? Or will I be terribly ashamed?
More than anything, I hope to be with the ones I love and be happy. Yeah I know it sounds corny, I would have scorned at the thought 2 years back. But age is a funny thing that transforms an individual. At different stages of our lives, it's natural for us to crave for different needs.
I don't ask for a lot. Financial-wise, I just hope I don't have to worry about money that much, although a reasonable amount of fretting is okay. I really do hope to see the world while I'm still young, when I still have the rush and the drive.
Gee, what am I talking about now? So bored that I can't help but keep on babbling about humdrum stuff that comes with my equally humdrum life.
K, don't worry. Signing off now.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Hello..?
Life sucks.
Tomorrow is national holiday and I ain't got anything planned. No one wants to talk to me on MSN either. Either that or people who can talk are all offline.
What is my life turning into?
Only fortunate thing is Shyan's coming over tonight.
Things are definitely not going my way these days. I'm turning into a grumpy old woman.
No hopes, no dreams, no life.
Need help.
I desperately need a shot of excitement in my life. But all I get is shit, shit and more shit.
Geez, geez...
Tomorrow is national holiday and I ain't got anything planned. No one wants to talk to me on MSN either. Either that or people who can talk are all offline.
What is my life turning into?
Only fortunate thing is Shyan's coming over tonight.
Things are definitely not going my way these days. I'm turning into a grumpy old woman.
No hopes, no dreams, no life.
Need help.
I desperately need a shot of excitement in my life. But all I get is shit, shit and more shit.
Geez, geez...
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Weird...
When I was in primary school, I had this really psychotic desire to see young children being abused. Don't ask me, I don't know why either. To put it more aptly, inflicting the abuse upon them myself would make me even more excited.
Curiousity, I guess. I wanted to know exactly how they will react to the assault. I would try to run mental images of how it happens in my mind over and over. Nah, I don't just imagine it on just anyone but really adorable kids. Pretty maniacal, I would say *dry laugh*.
This weird habit stretched itself well into my teens. Well, at least I know I'm abnormal. Unlike those GENUINELY crazy people who think they're normal. But I guess it's all the same in those so-called normal people's minds anyway. So we'll just leave it at that.
Somewhere in the middle, my baby brother came into the picture. He used to be such a cute little toddler! He actually looked a bit mat salleh when he was younger. But geez, how he grew up to be such a brat is really beyond me.
And yeah, I have imagined myself inflicting cruel deeds on him. However, with what little of my sanity left, I was able to control myself into keeping the imagination as what it is and never lead it into reality. Gotta keep your fantasy and reality worlds apart. That's very important.
But I really feel sorry for my bro cos he is affected by hyperactivity. He can't concentrate so although he's already 15 years old, his mental knowledge is still like a 10-year-old because he couldn't learn anything in school. And fuck those so-called teachers who only care for good students and turn the other way when they encounter a weak one. All they could suggest was asking my parents to change him to another school..and another...and another...
It's just their way of trying to save their sorry little asses from getting involved in a difficult teaching position. Yeah, they're teachers all right! They teach of how to mind only your own business and let the weak die away as far as they can.
Deviation.
Heck, I'm no better. I would yell at my little bro when I really couldn't stand him and beat him with rotan sometimes. But not too hard, of course. I wouldn't want him to get injured, will get a good bashing from my parents as well.
Gotta understand this, I was a hotheaded teenager stuck with a kid brother who became the main barrier between me and my social life. I would have been ok if he didn't come disturbing me.
I always felt remorseful after shouting and hitting him with the rotan. Then I would try to talk some sense into him as gently as I could. He never learnt.
Fortunately, he's older and wiser now, albeit still a bit irritating sometimes. But we seldom meet because I'm too lazy 2 get my ass down to JB, so we are definitely on better terms now. Age really does make a person better (some people anyway). I can better suppress my anger now, so no more of those yelling matches.
And oh, about the physical abuse story I started with, I don't have that anymore. I think I'm becoming an empty shell as the years advance.
Which is worse?
Being a psycho or an empty shell?
Curiousity, I guess. I wanted to know exactly how they will react to the assault. I would try to run mental images of how it happens in my mind over and over. Nah, I don't just imagine it on just anyone but really adorable kids. Pretty maniacal, I would say *dry laugh*.
This weird habit stretched itself well into my teens. Well, at least I know I'm abnormal. Unlike those GENUINELY crazy people who think they're normal. But I guess it's all the same in those so-called normal people's minds anyway. So we'll just leave it at that.
Somewhere in the middle, my baby brother came into the picture. He used to be such a cute little toddler! He actually looked a bit mat salleh when he was younger. But geez, how he grew up to be such a brat is really beyond me.
And yeah, I have imagined myself inflicting cruel deeds on him. However, with what little of my sanity left, I was able to control myself into keeping the imagination as what it is and never lead it into reality. Gotta keep your fantasy and reality worlds apart. That's very important.
But I really feel sorry for my bro cos he is affected by hyperactivity. He can't concentrate so although he's already 15 years old, his mental knowledge is still like a 10-year-old because he couldn't learn anything in school. And fuck those so-called teachers who only care for good students and turn the other way when they encounter a weak one. All they could suggest was asking my parents to change him to another school..and another...and another...
It's just their way of trying to save their sorry little asses from getting involved in a difficult teaching position. Yeah, they're teachers all right! They teach of how to mind only your own business and let the weak die away as far as they can.
Deviation.
Heck, I'm no better. I would yell at my little bro when I really couldn't stand him and beat him with rotan sometimes. But not too hard, of course. I wouldn't want him to get injured, will get a good bashing from my parents as well.
Gotta understand this, I was a hotheaded teenager stuck with a kid brother who became the main barrier between me and my social life. I would have been ok if he didn't come disturbing me.
I always felt remorseful after shouting and hitting him with the rotan. Then I would try to talk some sense into him as gently as I could. He never learnt.
Fortunately, he's older and wiser now, albeit still a bit irritating sometimes. But we seldom meet because I'm too lazy 2 get my ass down to JB, so we are definitely on better terms now. Age really does make a person better (some people anyway). I can better suppress my anger now, so no more of those yelling matches.
And oh, about the physical abuse story I started with, I don't have that anymore. I think I'm becoming an empty shell as the years advance.
Which is worse?
Being a psycho or an empty shell?
Monday, August 28, 2006
Gimme a chance, baby...
I don't think I'm given a chance this time, either.
Sent in the application last week, just one day before the closing date because it's been a long time since I last logged on to the SIA website. Daunted from my last attempt I guess.
So this time I just chucked everything in and pressed the send button.
Whatever comes, comes.
I think I'm disappointed once again. What exactly went wrong? Just what are they looking for? I dunno. Seems like nobody knows for sure, either.
Anyways, I didn't get my hopes up too high this time, in case I get rejected again. Guess I'm fine then.
Am doing overtime now in the office. Just wrapped up everything. Will have to tie up the loose ends tomorrow then.
Spent a fraction of my time uploading my photos for Emirates and checking through my application to make sure everything is correct.
Crossing my fingers. But try not to get too excited. Mind you, I'm good at that.
If it fails this time again, I'll keep on trying until I simply don't give a fucking damn anymore.
Better than not trying at all.
Sent in the application last week, just one day before the closing date because it's been a long time since I last logged on to the SIA website. Daunted from my last attempt I guess.
So this time I just chucked everything in and pressed the send button.
Whatever comes, comes.
I think I'm disappointed once again. What exactly went wrong? Just what are they looking for? I dunno. Seems like nobody knows for sure, either.
Anyways, I didn't get my hopes up too high this time, in case I get rejected again. Guess I'm fine then.
Am doing overtime now in the office. Just wrapped up everything. Will have to tie up the loose ends tomorrow then.
Spent a fraction of my time uploading my photos for Emirates and checking through my application to make sure everything is correct.
Crossing my fingers. But try not to get too excited. Mind you, I'm good at that.
If it fails this time again, I'll keep on trying until I simply don't give a fucking damn anymore.
Better than not trying at all.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Fools...
Sometimes I put myself in situations that embarass myself. This time is no difference.
Why don't I ever learn? Blame it on my ever-optimistic character.
They say fools never learn. Guess I'm a fool then.
Cheers to all the fools in the world!
You might not know who you are, or you don't wanna know, or you don't know yet. Cheers, anyway.
They also say fools never get flu. Therefore, we are safe during SARS, people.
Why don't I ever learn? Blame it on my ever-optimistic character.
They say fools never learn. Guess I'm a fool then.
Cheers to all the fools in the world!
You might not know who you are, or you don't wanna know, or you don't know yet. Cheers, anyway.
They also say fools never get flu. Therefore, we are safe during SARS, people.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Bloody invasion
I consider blood is organic (it is, right??). Pardon me but I flunked my Physics and Chemistry back in high school. My Biology was average, though. Okay, anyway, as you can tell, I'm no rocket scientist.
Okay, so blood is organic. In Islam (I dunno about other religions, pardon my ignorance), menses blood is seen as dirty and unpure. Well, probably because it's something unwanted purged out by the body. Therefore, Muslim women who are menstruating can't get anywhere near the mosque and they can't fast (they're losing blood already, if they fast, they're seriously gonna die, if you ask me). If you think about it, it's correct, nothing wrong with that.
But they have another rule - women are required to thoroughly wash their sanitary pads clean before they dispose of it. Now I find that rather incredulous. But who am I to criticize. I'm not here to criticize on sensitive issues like that, don't worry. Just want you to know that my follwing idea stems from this particular rule.
Again, blood is organic (okok stop finding used bloody pads to throw at me). A saying came to me quite naturally.
Earth to Earth, Dust to Dust.
Shouldn't we return organic stuff back to the Earth? No, I'm not a Greenpeace or WWF member, in case you're wondering. I might see people burning down forests and think,"Ooh, that's insane", and see poachers cutting tusks from still-breathing elephants and go,"Geez, that's cruel", but I'm not so noble and environmental-savvy that I would go supporting those cause by joining them.
K, I'm deviating, sorry.
I was thinking, who knows, maybe those menses blood that they scrub off so slaverishly every month might be loaded with nutrients (not yet scientifically-proven but think about it, possible, right?). If so, maybe we can use it as fertilizer then? Again, the saying can be aptly utilized here. We will be literally doing just that!
My friend suggested I should actually get a patent for that. Hmmm...maybe I shouldn't have blogged it in case someone else steals my idea? OK, I shall think about it then.
However, as always, my smart little brain was working overtime to come up with innovative ideas that will benefit mankind in the times to come. Images came swarming.
Imagine putting your wife's used sanitary pads at the base of your potted plants every month. Of course there will be a fishy smell! But your plants will grow up strong and beautiful and your garden will be the envy of your neighbourhood! Think about it! And of course your wife's supply's not gonna satisfy all your plants' needs. Yeah, I understand you love gardening. Well, go ahead and get supplies from your mother (if she hasn't hit menopause), daughters, sisters (but maybe their partners have lush gardens too).
Sooner or later, everyone will wanna know about your gardening secrets and you would have to spill the beans at the end of the day. But as more and more people know about it, demand will override supply.
Therefore, factories will be built and multinational conglomerates like P&G would wanna go into this most lucrative business of the century. After all, the manufacturing costs is next to nothing. These factories will hire any women who menstruate as their raw material provider.
Now, this will create a damn lot of work opportunities in the world. Students can work part-time and they merely need to keep all their used pads and send them to the factory to earn extra income. Female beggars will use their begged money to buy pads to store their supplies and send them to the factories later. In short, used pads will become a valuable asset. And women won't feel so stressed during that time of the month anymore since they benefit from it.
Eventually, business would be so good you will see whole fleets transferring the finished product and distributing them all over the world. Can you imagine that? Glorious!
As a good innovator, I have to analyze the pros as well as the cons.
What if plants get too accustomed to the taste of blood? Do you get what I mean? They might evolve into vampire plants! Mutation!
Like the kera sumbang (did I get that right?) in Sabah. They capture insects using their cup-shaped thingy and digest the insects with acids.
Do you remember during science class the teacher talked about how plants will move towards their source of nutritions like sunlight and water? Their stems will grow and climb to reach it. What if the plants start devouring humans?
Now think Little House of Horrors.
See, I'm taking the welfare of human beings into consideration as well.
Naw, I don't think I will apply for that patent, Hui Yee. I'll think of something better next time.
Okay, so blood is organic. In Islam (I dunno about other religions, pardon my ignorance), menses blood is seen as dirty and unpure. Well, probably because it's something unwanted purged out by the body. Therefore, Muslim women who are menstruating can't get anywhere near the mosque and they can't fast (they're losing blood already, if they fast, they're seriously gonna die, if you ask me). If you think about it, it's correct, nothing wrong with that.
But they have another rule - women are required to thoroughly wash their sanitary pads clean before they dispose of it. Now I find that rather incredulous. But who am I to criticize. I'm not here to criticize on sensitive issues like that, don't worry. Just want you to know that my follwing idea stems from this particular rule.
Again, blood is organic (okok stop finding used bloody pads to throw at me). A saying came to me quite naturally.
Earth to Earth, Dust to Dust.
Shouldn't we return organic stuff back to the Earth? No, I'm not a Greenpeace or WWF member, in case you're wondering. I might see people burning down forests and think,"Ooh, that's insane", and see poachers cutting tusks from still-breathing elephants and go,"Geez, that's cruel", but I'm not so noble and environmental-savvy that I would go supporting those cause by joining them.
K, I'm deviating, sorry.
I was thinking, who knows, maybe those menses blood that they scrub off so slaverishly every month might be loaded with nutrients (not yet scientifically-proven but think about it, possible, right?). If so, maybe we can use it as fertilizer then? Again, the saying can be aptly utilized here. We will be literally doing just that!
My friend suggested I should actually get a patent for that. Hmmm...maybe I shouldn't have blogged it in case someone else steals my idea? OK, I shall think about it then.
However, as always, my smart little brain was working overtime to come up with innovative ideas that will benefit mankind in the times to come. Images came swarming.
Imagine putting your wife's used sanitary pads at the base of your potted plants every month. Of course there will be a fishy smell! But your plants will grow up strong and beautiful and your garden will be the envy of your neighbourhood! Think about it! And of course your wife's supply's not gonna satisfy all your plants' needs. Yeah, I understand you love gardening. Well, go ahead and get supplies from your mother (if she hasn't hit menopause), daughters, sisters (but maybe their partners have lush gardens too).
Sooner or later, everyone will wanna know about your gardening secrets and you would have to spill the beans at the end of the day. But as more and more people know about it, demand will override supply.
Therefore, factories will be built and multinational conglomerates like P&G would wanna go into this most lucrative business of the century. After all, the manufacturing costs is next to nothing. These factories will hire any women who menstruate as their raw material provider.
Now, this will create a damn lot of work opportunities in the world. Students can work part-time and they merely need to keep all their used pads and send them to the factory to earn extra income. Female beggars will use their begged money to buy pads to store their supplies and send them to the factories later. In short, used pads will become a valuable asset. And women won't feel so stressed during that time of the month anymore since they benefit from it.
Eventually, business would be so good you will see whole fleets transferring the finished product and distributing them all over the world. Can you imagine that? Glorious!
As a good innovator, I have to analyze the pros as well as the cons.
What if plants get too accustomed to the taste of blood? Do you get what I mean? They might evolve into vampire plants! Mutation!
Like the kera sumbang (did I get that right?) in Sabah. They capture insects using their cup-shaped thingy and digest the insects with acids.
Do you remember during science class the teacher talked about how plants will move towards their source of nutritions like sunlight and water? Their stems will grow and climb to reach it. What if the plants start devouring humans?
Now think Little House of Horrors.
See, I'm taking the welfare of human beings into consideration as well.
Naw, I don't think I will apply for that patent, Hui Yee. I'll think of something better next time.
Friday, August 18, 2006
I Ain't No 2nd Class Yo!
The other day, I was going home from work by LRT as usual and an incident happened that reminded me of the infamous Malaysian culture.
As usual, the trains were all packed during rush hour. A Malay guy was standing near the door and there was still some loose space behind him. He could have backed a little to make room for me if he wanted. However, he just stood there holding onto the hand strap overhead and didn't budge an inch. I thought, "Oh well, I'll wait for the next train then," since I wasn't rushing for anything.
Seconds before the door closed, a geeky but smiley and skinny plus not-so-tall Mat Salleh came by and spoke in Malay, "Boleh masuk?". His pronunciation was impeccable.
Well, all of us were duely entertained. It even drew a curve up the lips of some of the passengers while I was stifling a giggle myself.
Immediately, the guy who was too lazy to budge backed away and made a nice little space for the Mat Salleh. I was the only one left outside the door. Heck, seemed like I was being ostracized. One of the female passengers looked at me.
Geez, I was thinking, "And here it is - the Western-worship behaviour of Malaysians rearing its ugly head."
I felt like a second-class citizen in my own country! Funny!
Or was it because the Mat Salleh could integrate himself into our culture and language that they treated him differently? I really dunno.
Talk about double standards.
As usual, the trains were all packed during rush hour. A Malay guy was standing near the door and there was still some loose space behind him. He could have backed a little to make room for me if he wanted. However, he just stood there holding onto the hand strap overhead and didn't budge an inch. I thought, "Oh well, I'll wait for the next train then," since I wasn't rushing for anything.
Seconds before the door closed, a geeky but smiley and skinny plus not-so-tall Mat Salleh came by and spoke in Malay, "Boleh masuk?". His pronunciation was impeccable.
Well, all of us were duely entertained. It even drew a curve up the lips of some of the passengers while I was stifling a giggle myself.
Immediately, the guy who was too lazy to budge backed away and made a nice little space for the Mat Salleh. I was the only one left outside the door. Heck, seemed like I was being ostracized. One of the female passengers looked at me.
Geez, I was thinking, "And here it is - the Western-worship behaviour of Malaysians rearing its ugly head."
I felt like a second-class citizen in my own country! Funny!
Or was it because the Mat Salleh could integrate himself into our culture and language that they treated him differently? I really dunno.
Talk about double standards.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Family vs Work
I know I'm a rather selfish person.
But when it comes to family, I would try to be obliging even though I don't really feel like doing certain things that I'm required to do. Sometimes things are beyond my control because I have other obligations, say, work.
Unfortunately, my mother can't seem to understand this.
She came to live with me in KL in July for a month. She was here to sell her homemade ointments. I feel sorry, actually, that I as a daughter, can't provide her with a more comfortable life.
During that period, I had a strong feeling that my life was being interrupted in an unbearable way. I was being selfish. Perhaps I've been living on my own for too long now. I've had the freedom for too long that a motherly visit from home makes me feel like my privacy is being compromised.
Anyway, she was here to take care of the land grant of my partially-mentally-disabled uncle's house in Kajang as well. Yeah, my other relatives on my mother's side were all useless as hell. Even though they are staying right here, nobody gives a damn about it. They could have helped with just a turn of their hands. One of them even works near the Kajang Land Office, for God's sake!
My mother can't really speak Malay nor English. Therefore, she needed someone to go with her to the Malay-infested office. She didn't tell me about it. After introducing herself to my housemates, she asked the friend of one of my housemates to accompany her to Kajang the next day. The friend was staying at our house at the time because he was looking for a job in KL (he's from Sabah and he's still looking for a job).
Thing is, I barely knew this guy.
I was rather indignant when I heard of this. I accused my mother of trying to ruin my social life. Well, imagine your mom asking a someone you barely know to go all the way from KL to Kajang with her, what will that person think? Moreover, he's my housemate's friend. What will my housemate think?
My mom simply replied that he could have said no if he didn't want to go, and she was certain he wouldn't hold it against an old lady like her. I reminded her that she was putting the guy in a difficult situation to reject her. See, if you are in the guy's shoes, would you have the heart to say no to an old woman even if you don't really wanna go? That's an invasion into the life of a person who has absolutely nothing to do with us.
Mom answered the guy had nothing to do anyway since he hasn't found a job yet and he had no interview that day. I retorted that the guy might have other plans for himself, maybe something he enjoys doing like playing computer games at the net cafe. Whatever it is, he had no obligations to help us.
I wouldn't mind if it were just a small favour. But going all the way to Kajang sounds like a huge one to me.
Coincidentally, I had nothing much on my hands at work at that time. Therefore, I told her I would try to apply leave in the next couple of days.
Luckily, my application was approved.
* * *
On Monday, I received a call from the land officer informing me to go get the grant that we applied for. I told mom about it and she hoped I could go with her too this time.
But I'm chock-full of work this weeks so I said I can't make it this time. Moreover, the grant is ready so I thought there isn't much that needed to be done. I advised her to go with one of my cousins here in KL. She promised she would.
Then this morning she called up again asking me to go with her next Monday. She didn't ask the cousin for some reasons I can't state here. I told her I can't, my work might stretch well into the middle of next week. By now I was getting really frustrated.
I told her to stop forcing me. I have to work too. I have my own life.
"How can you say that? You're not helping anyone else but your mom," she said.
That did it. I was in the office, my boss was talking to my AD next ot me and it took all my self-discipline not to lose control.
"Of course I would want to help you finish that up too but at this point in time, I really can't!" I said.
We talked a bit more and ended the conversation.
After a few minutes, feeling guilty, I called her up and said, in a calmer tone that I couldn't make it next Monday. If she wants me to go, just come to KL first and wait till I am more available. She said she called up the officer and probably like I said, there's not much to do. But she's just worried because she couldn't speak Malay.
In the end, we agreed play it by the ear.
* * *
I really feel like I'm being pulled in different directions here. Work and family. But the situation could have been drastically different, if only she would ask one of the relatives for help. Ok, I know they're all useless as shit but coulda try, at least. I could help her too, if only she gave me time to settle my work.
I feel so guilty but at the same time angry for all that had happened.
But when it comes to family, I would try to be obliging even though I don't really feel like doing certain things that I'm required to do. Sometimes things are beyond my control because I have other obligations, say, work.
Unfortunately, my mother can't seem to understand this.
She came to live with me in KL in July for a month. She was here to sell her homemade ointments. I feel sorry, actually, that I as a daughter, can't provide her with a more comfortable life.
During that period, I had a strong feeling that my life was being interrupted in an unbearable way. I was being selfish. Perhaps I've been living on my own for too long now. I've had the freedom for too long that a motherly visit from home makes me feel like my privacy is being compromised.
Anyway, she was here to take care of the land grant of my partially-mentally-disabled uncle's house in Kajang as well. Yeah, my other relatives on my mother's side were all useless as hell. Even though they are staying right here, nobody gives a damn about it. They could have helped with just a turn of their hands. One of them even works near the Kajang Land Office, for God's sake!
My mother can't really speak Malay nor English. Therefore, she needed someone to go with her to the Malay-infested office. She didn't tell me about it. After introducing herself to my housemates, she asked the friend of one of my housemates to accompany her to Kajang the next day. The friend was staying at our house at the time because he was looking for a job in KL (he's from Sabah and he's still looking for a job).
Thing is, I barely knew this guy.
I was rather indignant when I heard of this. I accused my mother of trying to ruin my social life. Well, imagine your mom asking a someone you barely know to go all the way from KL to Kajang with her, what will that person think? Moreover, he's my housemate's friend. What will my housemate think?
My mom simply replied that he could have said no if he didn't want to go, and she was certain he wouldn't hold it against an old lady like her. I reminded her that she was putting the guy in a difficult situation to reject her. See, if you are in the guy's shoes, would you have the heart to say no to an old woman even if you don't really wanna go? That's an invasion into the life of a person who has absolutely nothing to do with us.
Mom answered the guy had nothing to do anyway since he hasn't found a job yet and he had no interview that day. I retorted that the guy might have other plans for himself, maybe something he enjoys doing like playing computer games at the net cafe. Whatever it is, he had no obligations to help us.
I wouldn't mind if it were just a small favour. But going all the way to Kajang sounds like a huge one to me.
Coincidentally, I had nothing much on my hands at work at that time. Therefore, I told her I would try to apply leave in the next couple of days.
Luckily, my application was approved.
* * *
On Monday, I received a call from the land officer informing me to go get the grant that we applied for. I told mom about it and she hoped I could go with her too this time.
But I'm chock-full of work this weeks so I said I can't make it this time. Moreover, the grant is ready so I thought there isn't much that needed to be done. I advised her to go with one of my cousins here in KL. She promised she would.
Then this morning she called up again asking me to go with her next Monday. She didn't ask the cousin for some reasons I can't state here. I told her I can't, my work might stretch well into the middle of next week. By now I was getting really frustrated.
I told her to stop forcing me. I have to work too. I have my own life.
"How can you say that? You're not helping anyone else but your mom," she said.
That did it. I was in the office, my boss was talking to my AD next ot me and it took all my self-discipline not to lose control.
"Of course I would want to help you finish that up too but at this point in time, I really can't!" I said.
We talked a bit more and ended the conversation.
After a few minutes, feeling guilty, I called her up and said, in a calmer tone that I couldn't make it next Monday. If she wants me to go, just come to KL first and wait till I am more available. She said she called up the officer and probably like I said, there's not much to do. But she's just worried because she couldn't speak Malay.
In the end, we agreed play it by the ear.
* * *
I really feel like I'm being pulled in different directions here. Work and family. But the situation could have been drastically different, if only she would ask one of the relatives for help. Ok, I know they're all useless as shit but coulda try, at least. I could help her too, if only she gave me time to settle my work.
I feel so guilty but at the same time angry for all that had happened.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
King of Fruits
Can you believe it...I actually opened a durian last night by myself!
No, make it two.
Haha, I've never done that before and since my housemate, Jane, brought lotsa durians, mangosteens and rambutans from home (I think her family has a fruit orchard back home), I just thought I would give it a try. Moreover, I waited and waited but no one else came home so I just dug in first.
Gotten quite a few wounds on my right palm now. There were two that drew blood last night and one that seemingly came out of nowhere.
It was fun opening a durian. Hah, now I can brag to my friends I opened one! Yeah I know I'm silly, so be it.
Only thing was I had to eat the durians alone. I called Lih Lin but she couldn't come last night so I saved some for her to take home tonight.
If Shyan was there, he would definitely cover his nose and say the durian is smelly! Haha!
No, make it two.
Haha, I've never done that before and since my housemate, Jane, brought lotsa durians, mangosteens and rambutans from home (I think her family has a fruit orchard back home), I just thought I would give it a try. Moreover, I waited and waited but no one else came home so I just dug in first.
Gotten quite a few wounds on my right palm now. There were two that drew blood last night and one that seemingly came out of nowhere.
It was fun opening a durian. Hah, now I can brag to my friends I opened one! Yeah I know I'm silly, so be it.
Only thing was I had to eat the durians alone. I called Lih Lin but she couldn't come last night so I saved some for her to take home tonight.
If Shyan was there, he would definitely cover his nose and say the durian is smelly! Haha!
Friday, August 04, 2006
Here it comes again
It comes in a sudden realization of horror.
Sometimes you don't even notice until moments, or even, days later.
A stinging pain follows next.
Tiny cracks of red ooze from the skin, slowly spreading across the fine lines like river.
The red river will finally stop at some point, where the stream stops growing, unless you have a real deep one.
Paper cuts.
That's what I was babbling about.
It's quite a common sucker in my line of profession, where you are involved in the process of doing mock-ups of artworks when necessary.
It happened almost every day during my last job, whereby my company prints namecards, brochures, leaflets, etc. After I print, I was required to cut the print-outs into the intended size.
Imagine the cuts I got from those days. Every day.
Even if I was lucky enough to evade the ruthless attack of the modern papyrus, the blade would think of ways to come and get at me (my hands, to be more exact).
So it was quite common that when the cut wasn't too deep, I wouldn't even realize it until a few days later. I would wonder and instantly guess where I got that from.
I seldom get it on my current job, however.
Now fast forward back to the present, which was a few moments ago.
I was doing a mock-up for a client, therefore the usual cutting, pasting and folding.
After I cut off the excess paper, I pulled it away from underneath to be discarded into the wastebasket.
The edge slid across the flesh between my thumb and index finger.
No feeling of pain yet. But I was too experienced in this and was anticipating the subsequent sting.
Waited.
And waited.
Blood was spreading out. I sucked it.
Still no pain.
More blood.
Okay, I'm going to the sink to wash it. Just let me feel some pain so I know I'm still alive, ok?
Placed the affected area under running water.
Where is the pain?
Gradually, I could feel it coming from under my skin.
Damn.
I still have to finish the mock-up. Red stream was still spreading.
I tore a piece from the toilet roll and wedged it between my thumb and index.
Continued cutting and pasting.
Hate paper cuts.
Sometimes you don't even notice until moments, or even, days later.
A stinging pain follows next.
Tiny cracks of red ooze from the skin, slowly spreading across the fine lines like river.
The red river will finally stop at some point, where the stream stops growing, unless you have a real deep one.
Paper cuts.
That's what I was babbling about.
It's quite a common sucker in my line of profession, where you are involved in the process of doing mock-ups of artworks when necessary.
It happened almost every day during my last job, whereby my company prints namecards, brochures, leaflets, etc. After I print, I was required to cut the print-outs into the intended size.
Imagine the cuts I got from those days. Every day.
Even if I was lucky enough to evade the ruthless attack of the modern papyrus, the blade would think of ways to come and get at me (my hands, to be more exact).
So it was quite common that when the cut wasn't too deep, I wouldn't even realize it until a few days later. I would wonder and instantly guess where I got that from.
I seldom get it on my current job, however.
Now fast forward back to the present, which was a few moments ago.
I was doing a mock-up for a client, therefore the usual cutting, pasting and folding.
After I cut off the excess paper, I pulled it away from underneath to be discarded into the wastebasket.
The edge slid across the flesh between my thumb and index finger.
No feeling of pain yet. But I was too experienced in this and was anticipating the subsequent sting.
Waited.
And waited.
Blood was spreading out. I sucked it.
Still no pain.
More blood.
Okay, I'm going to the sink to wash it. Just let me feel some pain so I know I'm still alive, ok?
Placed the affected area under running water.
Where is the pain?
Gradually, I could feel it coming from under my skin.
Damn.
I still have to finish the mock-up. Red stream was still spreading.
I tore a piece from the toilet roll and wedged it between my thumb and index.
Continued cutting and pasting.
Hate paper cuts.
Gila Monster
It's official.
I'm being deserted on MSN by my friends on August 4, 2006.
No one wanted to speak to me. And when they did, it was just a couple of hmmms and ahhhs. Or else it would be a question they wanted to ask me and after I answered them, they just vanished into thin air without bading me goodbye!
Hrrrmmmpphhh! Am I such a loser?
Yeah, I assume I am for blogging such nonsense.
It was a huge impact on my self-esteem, you know.
The confidence of an innocent little girl crushed at such a young age, what would become of her? Oh, poor darling!
Yeah yeah I know I'm being over-drama-queening here, I know.
Just bear with me for a while more before I wrap up with this mid-life crisis I'm going through ya.
I seriously think I'm going absolutely bonkers. Lately, I keep thinking that someone is having a crush on me. I don't know is it just all in my head or is it real. Geez, it's probably my imagination then.
I'm being deserted on MSN by my friends on August 4, 2006.
No one wanted to speak to me. And when they did, it was just a couple of hmmms and ahhhs. Or else it would be a question they wanted to ask me and after I answered them, they just vanished into thin air without bading me goodbye!
Hrrrmmmpphhh! Am I such a loser?
Yeah, I assume I am for blogging such nonsense.
It was a huge impact on my self-esteem, you know.
The confidence of an innocent little girl crushed at such a young age, what would become of her? Oh, poor darling!
Yeah yeah I know I'm being over-drama-queening here, I know.
Just bear with me for a while more before I wrap up with this mid-life crisis I'm going through ya.
I seriously think I'm going absolutely bonkers. Lately, I keep thinking that someone is having a crush on me. I don't know is it just all in my head or is it real. Geez, it's probably my imagination then.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Tornado Weekend
My weekend had been a whirlwind of activities and I could barely catch up with it!
Friday felt like the worst day of my life and I broke down. It was really ironic because the things that happened would have otherwise been great but given the circumstances that day, too many good things in one day is a sure formula for disaster! I ain't gonna relate all the things that happened to me because you will just think I'm being whiny. Even I myself feel it was no big deal, really, it confuses me even as to how things turned out so bad.
I only had a bad day and I was whining like hell, but it turned out that Shyan had a whole bad week at work, no, make that ever since he started working in that large company. Well, big company, big politics, all backstabbers. But he still managed to put on a big smile for me, therefore I thought I should just stop drama-queening.
Luv ya lots, lao gong!
Then on Saturday, I went for the Qatar Airways interview which started at 9am at Crowne Plaza Hotel, KL. I already knew roughly what to expect from what I read on cabincrew.com and Penny's advices. However, it was still a bit unnerving to arrive and see all these really good-looking men and women in the hall, all waiting to enter the ballroom which may just be the start of their high-flying dreams. I could tell many of them are not first-timers to these interviews. Geez, most of them look like cabin crews but even they haven't got in after multiple attempts, what chance do I have against that? But I thought of Jacqueline and thought, "Since she could do it, I probably could too." Anyway, I didn't think I would get selected this time round.
The ballroom door opened and all of us filed into the room eagerly. I made acquaintance with the girl next to me named Amy. She's from JB too and she came all the way from JB to KL for the weekend because she didn't know there was another interview on the same day in Singapore. Oh, I loved her rosy pink complexion! She's actually 28 this year but she sure doesn't look it. Her resemblance to one of my college lecturers, Ms. Joanne Teh, was uncanny. They could have passed for sisters, if not twins! Maybe she was selected, I dunno, since we didn't exchange any contacts. But she looked good enough to be a CC.
I even met Si Qi, who was my course mate in college. She was wearing a business suit as well, suited her. She had always given me the impression of being demure and lady-like. She spotted me first - I was sitting right in front of her! And we exchanged phone numbers. Currently, she's working in Subang as a secretary. Well, I guess Graphic Design doesn't really work in Malaysia. Most of my course mates back in college had given up on this field to embrace better opportunities. Yours truly is gonna be one of them soon, in case you're wondering. But I need to figure out what I can do next, if I really can't get myself into a good airline, then I'd have to think of another way out.
And so the open day continued and it was time to submit our resumes and photos. There were 2 interviewers collecting them, unfortunately, my group had got an austere-looking one so it was quite unnerving. After submitting my stuff, I went home at about 12.20pm. Hmmm, still had a lot of time left before Che Wei came to fetch us for the Port Dickson trip. I went home and had a nap but I woke up after only an hour or so, anxious for the Qatar call. Every time someone calls me, I wanted to hang up because I thought I would miss their call.
As expected, no call from Qatar for me. So I thought, what the heck, I didn't have to worry about rushing back from PD tomorrow! Another way to console myself, I guess. But what more can I do, right? Might as well have fun with my friends first! I sms Si Qi, seemed like she didn't get through too. See, what the interviewers are looking for is totally beyond me! I thought she might get through!
Che Wei came to fetch me, Cheryl and Evelyn at 5.30pm. We met up with Wai Kiat and the others at a petrol station near the Sungai Besi toll and we were on our way to have FUN!
We were having the BBQ at Corus. Weng Soon, his GF and Wan Sek were already there setting up all the necessities. Gotta give credit to Weng Soon this time because he had everything ready for us.
Party started!!!
I had lotsa fun fooling around with them. So lucky to have them as my group mates in college! Unlike other tutorial groups, ours was the most united one. Almost all of us do everything together, whereas other groups move around in cliques. Needless to say, we were the envy of other groups because we always seemed to have so much fun, although other groups would be least likely to admit it. We are still the envy of my other friends because our group still keeps in contact after TWO whole years of graduating! In fact, we are having another yumcha session this Saturday.
After we finished makan-makan, we packed up and left for Glory, where we would be spending the night at. The condition of the 2-bedroom apartment was excellent! It even had a VCD player! All thanks to Ai Leen, who helped arrange for our accomodation. She's a PD local and the apartment belongs to her friend's friend so she got the house at only RM140 per night!
It was a day after Cheryl's birthday so Weng Soon bought a cake for her. Ping Yit even came all the way from KL to give her a surprise. PY and Co. only stayed for a while then made their way to Corus to get a room for the night. After eating the cake, me, Cheryl, Jaan Hoong, Wan Hoon and Willeon went for a seaside walk. We really shouldn't have left the others at home.
Here's why.
The guys were sprawled across the living room floor when we returned. They were zzz-ing away like pigs, I tell you! So much for the fun-filled PD weekend they promised! We had no choice, so me and Wan Hoon went to sleep. Wan Hoon was complaining about how boring the trip was compared to our last Xmas trip, which she missed. Well, she spotted the picture of Boon Fei morphing into a transvestite and it was damn funny!
And now, the guys were sleeping like dead logs, imagine her dismay! I tried waking them up, not really hard, I admit. I pulled at Sze Foong's blanket, jumped a bit on the cushions Wai Kiat was sleeping on, made some noise in front of the other guys' room, but to no avail. So I gave up and went to sleep. Fucking freezing, I tell you!
First night in PD went just like that.
Second day, we checked out and went to the beach. Geez, this is getting long winded! I might as well make it short.
Jaan Hoong surprised (and disgusted) us in his swimming trunks! Thank God he didn't wear the brief type! I didn't get into the water because I was menstruating and was worried that there wouldn't be anywhere to shower. But I was destined to get wet, I guess, since I went on the speed boat and was splashed by a wave as I was getting down.
Okay, I'm so lazy to write now. Just wanna say that I really enjoyed myself, although not as much as last Xmas. Hope next time we can go to Pulau Perhentian together, guys!
Friday felt like the worst day of my life and I broke down. It was really ironic because the things that happened would have otherwise been great but given the circumstances that day, too many good things in one day is a sure formula for disaster! I ain't gonna relate all the things that happened to me because you will just think I'm being whiny. Even I myself feel it was no big deal, really, it confuses me even as to how things turned out so bad.
I only had a bad day and I was whining like hell, but it turned out that Shyan had a whole bad week at work, no, make that ever since he started working in that large company. Well, big company, big politics, all backstabbers. But he still managed to put on a big smile for me, therefore I thought I should just stop drama-queening.
Luv ya lots, lao gong!
Then on Saturday, I went for the Qatar Airways interview which started at 9am at Crowne Plaza Hotel, KL. I already knew roughly what to expect from what I read on cabincrew.com and Penny's advices. However, it was still a bit unnerving to arrive and see all these really good-looking men and women in the hall, all waiting to enter the ballroom which may just be the start of their high-flying dreams. I could tell many of them are not first-timers to these interviews. Geez, most of them look like cabin crews but even they haven't got in after multiple attempts, what chance do I have against that? But I thought of Jacqueline and thought, "Since she could do it, I probably could too." Anyway, I didn't think I would get selected this time round.
The ballroom door opened and all of us filed into the room eagerly. I made acquaintance with the girl next to me named Amy. She's from JB too and she came all the way from JB to KL for the weekend because she didn't know there was another interview on the same day in Singapore. Oh, I loved her rosy pink complexion! She's actually 28 this year but she sure doesn't look it. Her resemblance to one of my college lecturers, Ms. Joanne Teh, was uncanny. They could have passed for sisters, if not twins! Maybe she was selected, I dunno, since we didn't exchange any contacts. But she looked good enough to be a CC.
I even met Si Qi, who was my course mate in college. She was wearing a business suit as well, suited her. She had always given me the impression of being demure and lady-like. She spotted me first - I was sitting right in front of her! And we exchanged phone numbers. Currently, she's working in Subang as a secretary. Well, I guess Graphic Design doesn't really work in Malaysia. Most of my course mates back in college had given up on this field to embrace better opportunities. Yours truly is gonna be one of them soon, in case you're wondering. But I need to figure out what I can do next, if I really can't get myself into a good airline, then I'd have to think of another way out.
And so the open day continued and it was time to submit our resumes and photos. There were 2 interviewers collecting them, unfortunately, my group had got an austere-looking one so it was quite unnerving. After submitting my stuff, I went home at about 12.20pm. Hmmm, still had a lot of time left before Che Wei came to fetch us for the Port Dickson trip. I went home and had a nap but I woke up after only an hour or so, anxious for the Qatar call. Every time someone calls me, I wanted to hang up because I thought I would miss their call.
As expected, no call from Qatar for me. So I thought, what the heck, I didn't have to worry about rushing back from PD tomorrow! Another way to console myself, I guess. But what more can I do, right? Might as well have fun with my friends first! I sms Si Qi, seemed like she didn't get through too. See, what the interviewers are looking for is totally beyond me! I thought she might get through!
Che Wei came to fetch me, Cheryl and Evelyn at 5.30pm. We met up with Wai Kiat and the others at a petrol station near the Sungai Besi toll and we were on our way to have FUN!
We were having the BBQ at Corus. Weng Soon, his GF and Wan Sek were already there setting up all the necessities. Gotta give credit to Weng Soon this time because he had everything ready for us.
Party started!!!
I had lotsa fun fooling around with them. So lucky to have them as my group mates in college! Unlike other tutorial groups, ours was the most united one. Almost all of us do everything together, whereas other groups move around in cliques. Needless to say, we were the envy of other groups because we always seemed to have so much fun, although other groups would be least likely to admit it. We are still the envy of my other friends because our group still keeps in contact after TWO whole years of graduating! In fact, we are having another yumcha session this Saturday.
After we finished makan-makan, we packed up and left for Glory, where we would be spending the night at. The condition of the 2-bedroom apartment was excellent! It even had a VCD player! All thanks to Ai Leen, who helped arrange for our accomodation. She's a PD local and the apartment belongs to her friend's friend so she got the house at only RM140 per night!
It was a day after Cheryl's birthday so Weng Soon bought a cake for her. Ping Yit even came all the way from KL to give her a surprise. PY and Co. only stayed for a while then made their way to Corus to get a room for the night. After eating the cake, me, Cheryl, Jaan Hoong, Wan Hoon and Willeon went for a seaside walk. We really shouldn't have left the others at home.
Here's why.
The guys were sprawled across the living room floor when we returned. They were zzz-ing away like pigs, I tell you! So much for the fun-filled PD weekend they promised! We had no choice, so me and Wan Hoon went to sleep. Wan Hoon was complaining about how boring the trip was compared to our last Xmas trip, which she missed. Well, she spotted the picture of Boon Fei morphing into a transvestite and it was damn funny!
And now, the guys were sleeping like dead logs, imagine her dismay! I tried waking them up, not really hard, I admit. I pulled at Sze Foong's blanket, jumped a bit on the cushions Wai Kiat was sleeping on, made some noise in front of the other guys' room, but to no avail. So I gave up and went to sleep. Fucking freezing, I tell you!
First night in PD went just like that.
Second day, we checked out and went to the beach. Geez, this is getting long winded! I might as well make it short.
Jaan Hoong surprised (and disgusted) us in his swimming trunks! Thank God he didn't wear the brief type! I didn't get into the water because I was menstruating and was worried that there wouldn't be anywhere to shower. But I was destined to get wet, I guess, since I went on the speed boat and was splashed by a wave as I was getting down.
Okay, I'm so lazy to write now. Just wanna say that I really enjoyed myself, although not as much as last Xmas. Hope next time we can go to Pulau Perhentian together, guys!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Is this for real?!?
Read Penny's blog yesterday. I'm really worried for her. She sounded like she was gonna commit suicide! I certainly hope her head would clear a little before she attempts anything silly. But there's nothing I can do - I have no other ways to contact her except via emails, her blog and my blog. I've never even met her. But she has helped me a great deal in understanding the whole airline interview process.
She's only 21 years old this year. By God's grace, please don't let anything bad happen to her. She's so very kind but just too pessimistic about the situation around her. Can't blame her, though. She was this close to becoming an air stewardess, her lifelong dream, and suddenly had everything taken from her with just a medical report.
To make matter worse, she had issues with her family, namely her sister and her relationship with her boyfriend is slowly disintegrating.
However, being the ever-hopeful person that I am, I still believe there has got to be some way around it for Penny. After all, problems and pressure come from our own mind.
Yeah I know some of you out there would probably say I'm not in her shoes so how can I say that. But hurting yourself is NOT the way to end things. You'll only make yourself even more miserable. And hurting yourself will also hurt the people who care for you. Unless you tell me you're a self-fanatic freak who doesn't gives a shit to what happens to the people who care for you, then please be my guest and do whatever you want with your miserable life. No offence here to anyone.
I just don't wanna see a nice person throwing away her life that way is all.
By the way, I've posted a coupla comments and saw others commenting as well but Penny still hasn't replied and there is no new entry coming from her. I really hope she's fine.
She's only 21 years old this year. By God's grace, please don't let anything bad happen to her. She's so very kind but just too pessimistic about the situation around her. Can't blame her, though. She was this close to becoming an air stewardess, her lifelong dream, and suddenly had everything taken from her with just a medical report.
To make matter worse, she had issues with her family, namely her sister and her relationship with her boyfriend is slowly disintegrating.
However, being the ever-hopeful person that I am, I still believe there has got to be some way around it for Penny. After all, problems and pressure come from our own mind.
Yeah I know some of you out there would probably say I'm not in her shoes so how can I say that. But hurting yourself is NOT the way to end things. You'll only make yourself even more miserable. And hurting yourself will also hurt the people who care for you. Unless you tell me you're a self-fanatic freak who doesn't gives a shit to what happens to the people who care for you, then please be my guest and do whatever you want with your miserable life. No offence here to anyone.
I just don't wanna see a nice person throwing away her life that way is all.
By the way, I've posted a coupla comments and saw others commenting as well but Penny still hasn't replied and there is no new entry coming from her. I really hope she's fine.
What's in a name
Was talking to my secondary classmate, Hui Yee, and we talked about my nicknames during that time. Whoa, I get called all sorts of names! But not in a cruel way, it was all because of my real name, actually. People who know me should know my full name. Now link it with these nicks;
OUCH - I hate this. Everytime someone is hurt, I'd think they were calling me.
TAUGE - Means BEAN SPROUT in Malay
GIGI - N. It's not the common English name, it means TEETH in Malay.
OGI
Then after I got my English name;
O DA LI
TALI
TALIBAN
TEDDY BEAR
Seems like no matter what I'm called, nicknames always keep close to me, huh?
I was even called "fei mao tui" (mandarin), which is the name of a flying missile when I was in primary school. They claimed it was because I ran really fast back then.
I'm really bored so that's it for now then.
OUCH - I hate this. Everytime someone is hurt, I'd think they were calling me.
TAUGE - Means BEAN SPROUT in Malay
GIGI - N. It's not the common English name, it means TEETH in Malay.
OGI
Then after I got my English name;
O DA LI
TALI
TALIBAN
TEDDY BEAR
Seems like no matter what I'm called, nicknames always keep close to me, huh?
I was even called "fei mao tui" (mandarin), which is the name of a flying missile when I was in primary school. They claimed it was because I ran really fast back then.
I'm really bored so that's it for now then.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Hmmm...
I'm so rajin today. Last night, I made a couple of egg and chilli tuna sandwiches and kept them in the fridge. This morning, I have one of the healthiest and most fulfilling breakfasts in the world! Believe me, I couldn't finish my mee hoon soup at lunch because I was still too full. But then again, I had breakfast at around 10.30am in the office, might as well call it brunch.
A new guy came to work today at our office, since Eric left, like, 2 months ago. He's very skinny, has a clear complexion, KLite. Lives in Jln Ipoh. Hey, stop, I'm not trying to dupe you into thinking he's good looking, coz he's not.
I'm not sure whether I like this new co-worker of mine. But I have a feeling he won't stay long. Let's wait and see if my sixth sense is right.
Well, during lunch today, me, Kenny, Nazha and the new guy, named Foong, went to 21 Carrots. Foong said he's going to buy something. So off he went and came back 15 minutes later with a white plastic bag. Nazha asked him what he'd bought. He replied that he went to buy some fruits. And he didn't order any food, he said fruits are enough, since he'd eaten in the morning already.
Moreover, food here are really expensive, I tell ya! From my conversation with him, I have the vague feeling that he was realizing this company wasn't really what he wants. After chatting for a while, Foong got up again and said he was gonna buy something else. It was 10 minutes to two. So the rest of us continued chatting until 2 o'clock but Foong still wasn't back. Then we thought we had better return to the office first. I picked up the white plastic bag.
"Apa kat dalam tu?" Nazha asked.
"Tak tahu la," I replied while taking a look into the bag.
A half-eaten green mango (the extremely sour kind, I don't know what you call it in English), a bent-up polystyrene tray and a small pack of plum powder.
"Sampah ke?" Nazha asked again.
"Ya lah," I answered, a bit disgusted.
Well, maybe I was just being a busybody. But why the hell did he bring a bag of rubbish back there just to put it on the table? Weird.
After paying for our meals at the counter, we still didn't see him anywhere. On the way back, I was thinking quietly to myself, could he possibly have gone back to the office, packed his bag and left already, finally deciding this isn't for him after all?
We pushed open the office door and Mala was looking at us weird.
"Mala, we had lost the new guy!" Nazha told her.
"Right you are! He's inside now. How did you lose him?" Mala said.
We all looked at each other. Nazha and Kenny proceeded to the studio but I stayed behind and related the whole incident to Mala.
"So, you see, we didn't lose him. He lost himself!" I explained.
"Hmmm...maybe we should give him more time to blend in with us," Mala advised in a motherly manner, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Sounds okay with me. I haven't discovered anything else wrong with him so far, aside from his strange gesture during lunch. I certainly hope he isn't as weird as I thought him to be.
A new guy came to work today at our office, since Eric left, like, 2 months ago. He's very skinny, has a clear complexion, KLite. Lives in Jln Ipoh. Hey, stop, I'm not trying to dupe you into thinking he's good looking, coz he's not.
I'm not sure whether I like this new co-worker of mine. But I have a feeling he won't stay long. Let's wait and see if my sixth sense is right.
Well, during lunch today, me, Kenny, Nazha and the new guy, named Foong, went to 21 Carrots. Foong said he's going to buy something. So off he went and came back 15 minutes later with a white plastic bag. Nazha asked him what he'd bought. He replied that he went to buy some fruits. And he didn't order any food, he said fruits are enough, since he'd eaten in the morning already.
Moreover, food here are really expensive, I tell ya! From my conversation with him, I have the vague feeling that he was realizing this company wasn't really what he wants. After chatting for a while, Foong got up again and said he was gonna buy something else. It was 10 minutes to two. So the rest of us continued chatting until 2 o'clock but Foong still wasn't back. Then we thought we had better return to the office first. I picked up the white plastic bag.
"Apa kat dalam tu?" Nazha asked.
"Tak tahu la," I replied while taking a look into the bag.
A half-eaten green mango (the extremely sour kind, I don't know what you call it in English), a bent-up polystyrene tray and a small pack of plum powder.
"Sampah ke?" Nazha asked again.
"Ya lah," I answered, a bit disgusted.
Well, maybe I was just being a busybody. But why the hell did he bring a bag of rubbish back there just to put it on the table? Weird.
After paying for our meals at the counter, we still didn't see him anywhere. On the way back, I was thinking quietly to myself, could he possibly have gone back to the office, packed his bag and left already, finally deciding this isn't for him after all?
We pushed open the office door and Mala was looking at us weird.
"Mala, we had lost the new guy!" Nazha told her.
"Right you are! He's inside now. How did you lose him?" Mala said.
We all looked at each other. Nazha and Kenny proceeded to the studio but I stayed behind and related the whole incident to Mala.
"So, you see, we didn't lose him. He lost himself!" I explained.
"Hmmm...maybe we should give him more time to blend in with us," Mala advised in a motherly manner, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Sounds okay with me. I haven't discovered anything else wrong with him so far, aside from his strange gesture during lunch. I certainly hope he isn't as weird as I thought him to be.
Monday, July 17, 2006
Face off
One thing that really worries me about the interview with SIA and any other airlines is my skin. It's not really bad but it does have blemishes here and there. And from all the air stewardess pics I've seen, all of them have clear complexions. What's more, I also heard that they do check you on your complexion in these interviews! *Sigh*
Some of them even go to the extent of checking if you have body odour! Namely in the armpit area! How? I don't think I need to elaborate on that! I believe there are not many ways in determining that right? Where smell is concern, there's only you and your nose, put it up against the armpit and smell...and remember, it's the interviewers' noses up your armpits!
Some of them even go to the extent of checking if you have body odour! Namely in the armpit area! How? I don't think I need to elaborate on that! I believe there are not many ways in determining that right? Where smell is concern, there's only you and your nose, put it up against the armpit and smell...and remember, it's the interviewers' noses up your armpits!
Smell tests in a perfume lab
Geez, being an air stewardess does need to be almost perfect.
I've taken a head and shoulders as well as a full length shot at Cheryl's house on Friday night. It was late, I tell you. I went to her house at around 11pm and we wrapped up at 1am. Well, we had to make my face up and decide what to wear. So I think that was pretty fast.
And the best thing about that was we actually had fun! Although we were both really tired but we were mucking around and taking funny shots as well. Then on Saturday and Sunday, I touched up the selected pix so that it looks like we had it taken in a studio. Haha, knowing how to use Photoshop really comes in handy sometimes! But my touch up skills are not that good so the background colour probably looks a bit fake, though. Cheryl is better in it cos she worked in a company that specializes in photo retouching last time. Shoulda asked her to do it but I don't wanna trouble her anymore.
Hey, Cheryl, thank you for helping me in this!
So now I only need ta upload the pictures to complete my application to Qatar and Emirates. But I guess I would have to let go of Qatar this time cos their Open Day is on 22/7 and I'm going to Port Dickson with my friends! I would really love to attend the interview but what to do, I've already made the plans with my friends since last month. No sense in "putting aeroplanes" now right? Man, I'm not a pilot! So I gotta let it go...*sob sob*
Friends are more important! That's right, keep tellin' meself that and be content! What's more, this trip is also in conjunction of celebrating Cheryl's birthday.
Back to my face...I'm having a beauty routine going on now but my face never seems to be completely clear of blemishes. Geez, help me God! Although I'm an atheist, but I do believe in a higher being when I absolutely need to, haha!
What the heck! I'll just go out and try it out first, whatever happens, happens! And if they don't happen, I'll make them happen!
Yiioshe! Ganbalimasu!
Friday, July 14, 2006
The Monotony of Life...*YAWN*
While browsing randomly through other blogs, a revelation suddenly dawned on me like, "Eh?!".
It reminded me of how different I am now from when I was in secondary school. Back then, I had an opinion on everything (not that I don't now). I would let everyone know about my opinions just to set myself apart from the rest. Difference is, I realize in recent years, I have taken to the back seat. I still have a lot of things to say but sometimes I choose not to say it or I'm simply too lazy to do so. Well, sometimes it's hard to relate and explain to others what I feel, especially now that I've lost my flair with words. Haha.
If blogs were invented during my seconday school days, I bet you anything I would be the first one to really go in on it. But then again, I didn't have Internet access, not that I have now. Only places I get it are my office and cyber cafes.
Okay, back to the topic. Now I'm only left with what little strength I have to browse through other people's blogs. These days, I just don't care about anything anymore. I mean, every day is just the same old working day in the no-day-or-night office, how am I suppose to have anything to comment about that. Generally, my life has become humdrum as opposed to the adventure-packed days I had in school. *Yawn*
That's why I would really love to become an air stewardess. It would be an experience to treasure for life, not to mention the more than promising salary that comes with it. And most importantly, I don't wanna go through life in the manner that I do now. Every day is the same and the monotony makes you unable to differentiate one day from the next!
Nowadays, I don't even remember what I had eaten or wore the day before! I used to have pretty good memory but now it's gone. I guess my smart little brain has interpreted that since every day is the same, there is nothing worthy to be remembered so it simply discards whatever that isn't needed, huh?
It reminded me of how different I am now from when I was in secondary school. Back then, I had an opinion on everything (not that I don't now). I would let everyone know about my opinions just to set myself apart from the rest. Difference is, I realize in recent years, I have taken to the back seat. I still have a lot of things to say but sometimes I choose not to say it or I'm simply too lazy to do so. Well, sometimes it's hard to relate and explain to others what I feel, especially now that I've lost my flair with words. Haha.
If blogs were invented during my seconday school days, I bet you anything I would be the first one to really go in on it. But then again, I didn't have Internet access, not that I have now. Only places I get it are my office and cyber cafes.
Okay, back to the topic. Now I'm only left with what little strength I have to browse through other people's blogs. These days, I just don't care about anything anymore. I mean, every day is just the same old working day in the no-day-or-night office, how am I suppose to have anything to comment about that. Generally, my life has become humdrum as opposed to the adventure-packed days I had in school. *Yawn*
That's why I would really love to become an air stewardess. It would be an experience to treasure for life, not to mention the more than promising salary that comes with it. And most importantly, I don't wanna go through life in the manner that I do now. Every day is the same and the monotony makes you unable to differentiate one day from the next!
Nowadays, I don't even remember what I had eaten or wore the day before! I used to have pretty good memory but now it's gone. I guess my smart little brain has interpreted that since every day is the same, there is nothing worthy to be remembered so it simply discards whatever that isn't needed, huh?
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Desperation...
Penny is a girl who answered my question related to being an SIA cabin crew on cc.com. It seems she got through the final stage of the interview and is ready to start realizing her dream any time now. It wasn't without effort, however. She had tried many times in the past before she can get to where she is now. Therefore, she really does deserve this and I'm happy for her (although we barely know each other).
Meanwhile, I'm feeling down and insecure because I've just found out that she probably applied to the same SIA ad as me. Did I mention anywhere in this blog that I applied for the position end of May this year? Well, it seems that my application didn't even get through the online screening process. Sigh! There's probably something wrong with my resume. Or my experiences aren't what they're looking for.
I received an email from them asking me to complete an online assessment. But every time I click on it, it just says I've already done it. Is this where the problem is? I honestly do not know.
According to Penny, SIA don't conduct open interviews. If that's the case, I don't think I'll ever be able to become an air stewardess with SIA. Hrmph! However, I frequently see SIA posting interview announcements on their website. If all interviews are by invitations only via email, they wouldn't have a reason to do that, right? I just hope there are other ways.
Hell, they haven't even seen me in person, I just want to be given an equal chance as everyone else. If I can't make it, then so be it. But I haven't even had a chance to know if I can make it or not! Guess I can only pray and pray that they will conduct an open interview in Malaysia soon. Hopefully in KL.
On 1 & 2 July, SIA had actually conducted an open interview in Singapore. I didn't go since it was too sudden. And it's damn hard to get holidays from my boss. Therefore, I'm stuck here in KL thinking up possibilities of what would happen if I had gone.
My biggest regret about this is that I didn't do it earlier. I should have done it last year when I was in between jobs. I was such a coward then. And the year before that. And well, I guess I didn't really know of a channel to get into it.
SIA used to advertise openly in The Star for their cabin crew vacancies. It was easier but I haven't had the courage to apply then. I didn't think I was good enough. But now it feels like they are doing it in a hush-hush kinda way.
Why? I wonder.
Worst thing is, I don't think I have much time left since I'm already 23 this year. How many times can I go on trying? So help me God!
Meanwhile, I'm feeling down and insecure because I've just found out that she probably applied to the same SIA ad as me. Did I mention anywhere in this blog that I applied for the position end of May this year? Well, it seems that my application didn't even get through the online screening process. Sigh! There's probably something wrong with my resume. Or my experiences aren't what they're looking for.
I received an email from them asking me to complete an online assessment. But every time I click on it, it just says I've already done it. Is this where the problem is? I honestly do not know.
According to Penny, SIA don't conduct open interviews. If that's the case, I don't think I'll ever be able to become an air stewardess with SIA. Hrmph! However, I frequently see SIA posting interview announcements on their website. If all interviews are by invitations only via email, they wouldn't have a reason to do that, right? I just hope there are other ways.
Hell, they haven't even seen me in person, I just want to be given an equal chance as everyone else. If I can't make it, then so be it. But I haven't even had a chance to know if I can make it or not! Guess I can only pray and pray that they will conduct an open interview in Malaysia soon. Hopefully in KL.
On 1 & 2 July, SIA had actually conducted an open interview in Singapore. I didn't go since it was too sudden. And it's damn hard to get holidays from my boss. Therefore, I'm stuck here in KL thinking up possibilities of what would happen if I had gone.
My biggest regret about this is that I didn't do it earlier. I should have done it last year when I was in between jobs. I was such a coward then. And the year before that. And well, I guess I didn't really know of a channel to get into it.
SIA used to advertise openly in The Star for their cabin crew vacancies. It was easier but I haven't had the courage to apply then. I didn't think I was good enough. But now it feels like they are doing it in a hush-hush kinda way.
Why? I wonder.
Worst thing is, I don't think I have much time left since I'm already 23 this year. How many times can I go on trying? So help me God!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Which Malaysian Blogger Am I?
Congratulations Tallibeth, you are...
Joyce the Fairy of xanga.com/kinkybluefairy
If you are a car, your fuel of choice would be unleaded alcohol. You are a major party animal with an unnatural obsession with art, toys and all things fantasy. You think the world is too complicated and you wished it could be as simple as it was when you were 7 years old. You live with it. You work hard, but you don't take for granted the simple things in life that make you happy. Sweet candy, cartoon music, crazy friends, all these and more make you a happy person living in your own little world.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Thanks, PENNY!
Hey, Penny, thanks so much for the advice! I would really love to talk to you more about the interview. It's such a pity you didn't leave your email here. I'm not even sure if you'll come back and see this!
But if you do, I wish you luck in the final interview with SIA!
Knock them off with your charm, girl!
I couldn't make it to Singapore for the interview this time, too short a notice because I'm working in KL. Is there any possibilities they are coming to Malaysia this year?
By the way, are you from Singapore or Malaysia?
Hope to hear from you soon! Ciao!
But if you do, I wish you luck in the final interview with SIA!
Knock them off with your charm, girl!
I couldn't make it to Singapore for the interview this time, too short a notice because I'm working in KL. Is there any possibilities they are coming to Malaysia this year?
By the way, are you from Singapore or Malaysia?
Hope to hear from you soon! Ciao!
Friday, June 30, 2006
石头记
还记得上一篇的 「石头记」 吗？
对于 「石头」，我就只有暗恋的份而已，我始终不敢向他表白，而他也没表示什么，所以应该是我自己自作多情罢了。Linda 倒是向他表明了态度，鼓励她的别无他人，就是偶了。也许是因为自己的懦弱与不坦率，心想如果 Linda 成功跟他交往的话也不错，就好像替我圆梦一样。我还问他对 Linda 的感觉呢，应该也是利用这个机会试探他到底喜欢谁，我觉得我好狡猾，有点对不起 Linda 似的。
Linda 也有问过他，他不太认真，也没正面回答，甚至还半开玩笑的用遮菜的蓝子遮住脸。
在阁楼里，Linda 向他告白了。
「石头」 的回应是 「做朋友就好。」
之后 「石头」 的家里发生很多事，他的父母已经离婚好几年了，他跟爸爸和婆婆住，母亲是台湾人 （我好像和妈妈是台湾人的男生很有缘 － 我现任男友就是这样）。他婆婆喜欢管这管那的，也不太喜欢他跟我们一班女孩子在一起玩。渐渐的，我们越来越少上 Adlena 的家。
过了好一段时间，听 Adlena 说 「石头」 辍学了。好可惜，他连中学第一年的预备班也没念完，能够作什么呢？但我和 Linda 都只有听的份，帮不上什么。就算去 Adlena 家也见不到他，他好像永远都不在家似的。
应该是缘分未尽吧，Linda 偶然发现他在我们常去的公共游泳池当救生员，还教人游泳勒。嗯，一定有很多女学生被他迷倒了吧！我和 Linda 也有在他工作时去看过他一次，也许是因为在工作所以没理会我们吧。
迟些没人的时候，他倒是跟我们说话了。坐在高高的救生员观望椅上，望下来我们所在的泳池里。Linda 不会游泳，所以他就叫我游给他看，我不要。
「游吧！」 他说。
「为什么一定要听你的呢？」 我就是喜欢跟他作对。
之后也不记得他说了什么，我现在只是隐约记得他当时对我说了意思暧昧不清的话，
因为 Linda 也在，所以我当时非常震惊，连忙用很尖锐的语气问了他一句
「你说什么？！」，然后还瞪了他一眼。他好像也被我的反应吓到了，
抛了一句 「没有啊」，就没再说什么了。
气氛变得有点尴尬，Linda 好像局外人似的在旁看着，我也搞不清楚这一切只是我的一厢情愿、心理作用，仰或确确实实的发生过。只是，我到现在还很在意他最后的
那句话。。。是什么呢？我真的是不记得了。
就这样，我们中学毕业了，在准备上学院的期间，我和 Linda 各自努力的工作着。一天，Linda 又遇见了 「石头」，就在她工作的百货公司里 （她当时是化妆柜台小姐），「石头」 竟然在卖盗版 VCD！而且他的头发还染成了很 ah beng 的金色。
我们俩都想再见见他，于是 Linda 就约了在他家附近吃午餐。
那是一顿尴尬又沉闷的午餐，他又缩进我们刚认识他的软壳里了，不多话，
酷的很冰冷。没办法，毕竟我们已经好几年没见面了。
又一段日子过去了，Linda 再次鼓起勇气约他见面 （我打从心底佩服她，永不放弃）。
他答应了。
可是，当日他却跟 Linda 说他不想出去了，想待在家里。于是，Linda 就到他家去了，但是 「石头」 并没有好好的招呼 Linda，他反而把她丢在客厅，自己却跑上楼去讲电话！
真是逊毙了！
Linda 为此伤心不已，就算当时我还喜欢着 「石头」，听了这些之后，多少还是对他有些许的反感，喜欢他的心情也慢慢的开始瓦解。
但是我就是不能完全讨厌他，其实也没很充分的理由那么做。
那之后，我就再也没见过他了。有听说他去了台湾，因为他母亲的身体不太好，所以就接他过去陪她了。
又过了一两年，Linda 竟然在某个台湾综艺节目中看到他了！真是太不可思议了！那是一个女生倒追男生的节目，我已经忘了节目名称，但我想大概很多人还记得吧。总之就是要女生在人来人往的西门町向陌生男子搭讪。
听了 Linda 的描述，真是超爆笑的！
「石头」 当时也好像在等人，该节目安排的女生上前向他搭讪，他带着黑色墨镜 （根本就是在扮酷嘛！），穿得一身黑 （唉，还是老样子，就 ah beng 样嘛，在台湾应该是被称为 「台客」 呗）。
他拒绝了那女的，但那女的穷追不舍，总该向节目有个交代吧，所以也只好厚着脸皮上了。他仍然无动于衷，这时，一位中年妇女突然焦急的接近这对年轻人。
「请你就别再骚扰他了，你几岁啊？还这么小就做这种事？」 女人对女孩说。
而在一旁的 「石头」 只能默默的露出尴尬的神情，原本是要耍酷的，结果却巫龙收场，太好笑了！我不是在嘲笑他啦，只是单纯的觉得好笑而已。
最近，不知怎的，突然就好想再见到他。
对于 「石头」，我就只有暗恋的份而已，我始终不敢向他表白，而他也没表示什么，所以应该是我自己自作多情罢了。Linda 倒是向他表明了态度，鼓励她的别无他人，就是偶了。也许是因为自己的懦弱与不坦率，心想如果 Linda 成功跟他交往的话也不错，就好像替我圆梦一样。我还问他对 Linda 的感觉呢，应该也是利用这个机会试探他到底喜欢谁，我觉得我好狡猾，有点对不起 Linda 似的。
Linda 也有问过他，他不太认真，也没正面回答，甚至还半开玩笑的用遮菜的蓝子遮住脸。
在阁楼里，Linda 向他告白了。
「石头」 的回应是 「做朋友就好。」
之后 「石头」 的家里发生很多事，他的父母已经离婚好几年了，他跟爸爸和婆婆住，母亲是台湾人 （我好像和妈妈是台湾人的男生很有缘 － 我现任男友就是这样）。他婆婆喜欢管这管那的，也不太喜欢他跟我们一班女孩子在一起玩。渐渐的，我们越来越少上 Adlena 的家。
过了好一段时间，听 Adlena 说 「石头」 辍学了。好可惜，他连中学第一年的预备班也没念完，能够作什么呢？但我和 Linda 都只有听的份，帮不上什么。就算去 Adlena 家也见不到他，他好像永远都不在家似的。
应该是缘分未尽吧，Linda 偶然发现他在我们常去的公共游泳池当救生员，还教人游泳勒。嗯，一定有很多女学生被他迷倒了吧！我和 Linda 也有在他工作时去看过他一次，也许是因为在工作所以没理会我们吧。
迟些没人的时候，他倒是跟我们说话了。坐在高高的救生员观望椅上，望下来我们所在的泳池里。Linda 不会游泳，所以他就叫我游给他看，我不要。
「游吧！」 他说。
「为什么一定要听你的呢？」 我就是喜欢跟他作对。
之后也不记得他说了什么，我现在只是隐约记得他当时对我说了意思暧昧不清的话，
因为 Linda 也在，所以我当时非常震惊，连忙用很尖锐的语气问了他一句
「你说什么？！」，然后还瞪了他一眼。他好像也被我的反应吓到了，
抛了一句 「没有啊」，就没再说什么了。
气氛变得有点尴尬，Linda 好像局外人似的在旁看着，我也搞不清楚这一切只是我的一厢情愿、心理作用，仰或确确实实的发生过。只是，我到现在还很在意他最后的
那句话。。。是什么呢？我真的是不记得了。
就这样，我们中学毕业了，在准备上学院的期间，我和 Linda 各自努力的工作着。一天，Linda 又遇见了 「石头」，就在她工作的百货公司里 （她当时是化妆柜台小姐），「石头」 竟然在卖盗版 VCD！而且他的头发还染成了很 ah beng 的金色。
我们俩都想再见见他，于是 Linda 就约了在他家附近吃午餐。
那是一顿尴尬又沉闷的午餐，他又缩进我们刚认识他的软壳里了，不多话，
酷的很冰冷。没办法，毕竟我们已经好几年没见面了。
又一段日子过去了，Linda 再次鼓起勇气约他见面 （我打从心底佩服她，永不放弃）。
他答应了。
可是，当日他却跟 Linda 说他不想出去了，想待在家里。于是，Linda 就到他家去了，但是 「石头」 并没有好好的招呼 Linda，他反而把她丢在客厅，自己却跑上楼去讲电话！
真是逊毙了！
Linda 为此伤心不已，就算当时我还喜欢着 「石头」，听了这些之后，多少还是对他有些许的反感，喜欢他的心情也慢慢的开始瓦解。
但是我就是不能完全讨厌他，其实也没很充分的理由那么做。
那之后，我就再也没见过他了。有听说他去了台湾，因为他母亲的身体不太好，所以就接他过去陪她了。
又过了一两年，Linda 竟然在某个台湾综艺节目中看到他了！真是太不可思议了！那是一个女生倒追男生的节目，我已经忘了节目名称，但我想大概很多人还记得吧。总之就是要女生在人来人往的西门町向陌生男子搭讪。
听了 Linda 的描述，真是超爆笑的！
「石头」 当时也好像在等人，该节目安排的女生上前向他搭讪，他带着黑色墨镜 （根本就是在扮酷嘛！），穿得一身黑 （唉，还是老样子，就 ah beng 样嘛，在台湾应该是被称为 「台客」 呗）。
他拒绝了那女的，但那女的穷追不舍，总该向节目有个交代吧，所以也只好厚着脸皮上了。他仍然无动于衷，这时，一位中年妇女突然焦急的接近这对年轻人。
「请你就别再骚扰他了，你几岁啊？还这么小就做这种事？」 女人对女孩说。
而在一旁的 「石头」 只能默默的露出尴尬的神情，原本是要耍酷的，结果却巫龙收场，太好笑了！我不是在嘲笑他啦，只是单纯的觉得好笑而已。
最近，不知怎的，突然就好想再见到他。
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
???
突然发觉，原来我一直都对中性美的男生情有独钟。
比如说上一篇的柏原崇啦、Taylor Hanson、龙泽秀明 （现在已经一点感觉都没了，他太没突破了），诸如此类的。
事实上，我的现任男友也是有几分脂粉味的，性格也比较像女生，很细腻，很体贴。
我呢，正好相反，总是大刺刺的，什么都敢说，有时还会口勿遮拦。
异性相吸，我绝对是相信的。
可是，记忆中就有那么一个男生，样子不会中性啦，但还是蛮帅的，超爱耍酷，而且还小我两岁。我这个花痴女暗恋过的男生不计其数，唯独他的身影回荡在我内心深处，挥之不去。也许因为他是我众多暗恋对象当中，最养眼的吧。
十四岁那年吧，我约了 Linda 到 Adlena 家晃。一如往常，Linda 又迟到了，我坐在客厅地上跟 Adlena 看电视。不知怎的，视线突然被隔壁隔着篱笆望进来的男生占据了，他长的很好看，酷似 Leonardo DiCaprio。那时正好是 「铁达尼号」 的全盛时期，Linda 很喜欢 Leo，而我受了一点点感染。
总之那男的就一直目不转睛的望过来，我们四目交会，看得我都不好意思而别过头去了。十四岁的女生应该是情窦初开的时候吧，有些许小鹿乱撞的感觉。我从眼角看到他走向他家的大闸门，要外出似的。
「去哪儿呢？」 I wonder.
忽然开闸门的声响传进我的耳膜。
「咦，他不是刚刚才开了门吗？」 我好奇的想。
但这声响好像很靠近，我抬头，看见他竟开了 Adlena 家的门，走了进来。
他一进门就一屁股坐在门边的沙发上，默不作声。这一切对他来说好像都那么的自然，甚至连 Adlena 都懒得去管他。我越想越觉得奇怪，那尴尬的气氛维持了好一段时间，我也忘了 Linda 到底是那时还是之后才到。那瞬间，我眼里应该只有他而已吧。
终於，我决定让那奇怪的气氛终结。
「这人到底是干嘛的啊？为什么突然开门进来坐在那里，又一直闷不吭声？好奇怪！」我没好气的大声问 Adlena。
「喔，他是住隔壁的，我邻居啦！」 Adlena 回答。
「对了，你怎么来了？」 她转向那个男的问道。但他还是保持沉默。
还真会装，我心想。
之后才知道他的名字，蛮好听的，在这我就卖个关子了。
Linda 到了之后也一直注视着他，接着我们就全员跑到楼上去玩了。在 Adlena 房间里，我跟寄宿在她家，同样小我们两岁的良伟比腕力，呵呵，我赢了，我连忙大声嘲笑他，因为他是男的嘛！他也很配合的作出了被欺负的可怜模样，超爆笑的！
「我也要玩！」 这时，「石头」 突然说话了！
「原来你也会说话啊？玩就玩，你可别输哦！」 我大胆放话。
结果哩，我战死杀场。糗的勒！
他的手腕好有力，我好像要赢了，但又被他反弹了回来，好阴险哦！让我看见一线曙光，结果又把我推进无底深渊！（是形容的夸张了点啦）
自那次以后，我和 Linda 就经常去 Adlena 家。多半是因为他吧，不出我所料，Linda 也对他有
好感。一如往常，我没把心事跟任何人说。
奇怪的是，「石头」 经常都会向我恶作剧，他鲜少对其他人这么做。虽然他是个问题学生，课业也差，但他对女孩子倒很绅士，不像是为了讨好别人而装出来的，他对男生也一样，只是对女生会比较温柔和体贴。我开始怀疑他是不是也对我有感觉，但当时我并不会打扮，又顶着四百多度近视的厚眼镜，所以我也不敢太自作多情，而且也听说他已经有女朋友，刚交往不久，也是戴眼镜的。
只是，他真的越来越令我搞不懂。
有一次，我在 Adlena 家的楼梯下找东西却找不到，当我站起身时，竟惊觉他就站在我右边，他比我高，虽然当时他才十二岁而已 （根本不像），所以我一转身就只能面对他的胸口。我抬起头，天啊，他的脸靠我超近的！而且他还老神在在、像个木头似的盯着我看。怪不好意思的，我别过脸去，以无所谓的语气打发他帮我找东西，而他也马上就钻进杂物当中照做了。我呢，则是待在他后面平复心情，心在狂跳的勒！
另一次，我兴高采烈的带着刚买的直排滑轮到 Adlena 家去，我是买了之后才学的，百货公司大平卖，所以很便宜。Linda 也有来我家玩过，之后她爸爸还从新加玻买了一双更好的给她。总之我就约了 Linda 到 Adlena 家滑啦。
「石头」 ，良伟和 Adlena 只在一旁看而已，滑了一段时间后，我脱下滑轮休息。良伟跑来跟我说 「石头」 想跟我借来滑，我看了他一眼，说 「可以啊，但我有脚臭，你好自为知咯！」
他一副无所谓的样子，试着把脚塞进鞋里，结果良伟的一句 「脚太大了，穿不进啦！」
令得我啼笑皆非。之后 「石头」 也只好待在一旁作观众了。
但良伟倒是向 Linda 借了滑轮，幸好他也穿得下，不幸的是，因为玩得太 high 了，Linda 害得良伟摔了一跤，膝盖还流血呢，Adlena 也责怪她 (Adlena 生气时超可怕的）。伤口处理好后，我跟良伟胡闹，打发时间，一个不小心就把他的膝盖推向 Adlena 的枕头，结果伤口溢出来的血汁沾到了 Adlena 的枕头。
「好脏！你们现在说怎么办！」 Adlena 气愤的嚷到。
「好啦、好啦，你就别生气了，我拿去洗就是了，对不起啦！」 我说。
「那还差不多！」 Adlena 满意的说道。
于是我拿着枕头套到浴室去，「石头」 站在门边看着我洗。
「咦，你会洗衣的吗？」 他讽刺的问。
「当然了，很简单而已嘛！」 我没好气的回答。
他突然把浴室的门迅速的拉上，把我锁在里面，还关灯勒，浴室里巫漆抹黑的。
「你关灯我怎么洗啊？我不怕的啦，吓不到我的，放弃吧！」 我向门外的他叫到。
他还是不开门，过了几分钟，大概是见我对他的恶作剧无动于衷吧，就识相的把门打开了。
「不好玩。」 他说，于是走掉了。
接着，竟是良伟来凑热闹，头痛哦！
又一次，我、Linda、Adlena 排排坐在客厅的沙发，而那两个白痴男就坐在我们对面的沙发，他们竟不要命的开始谈论起我们三个女生的长相来了！
第一个是 Adlena，他们你一言、我一句的说，倘若 Adlena 脸上的豆豆消除的话，应该也蛮不错的。而 Linda 呢，竟被他们说成麻将台的脸，是蛮好笑的啦，所以我就难以控制的笑了出来啊，结果竟招来叛徒之名，唉！做人难喔！
轮到我时，「石头」 叫我除下眼镜，我说什么都不肯。
「脱掉啦！」 他说。
「不脱！」
「脱！」
「不脱！」
「脱啦！我给你一百块钱，脱掉啦！」
「哇，你把我当什么了？妓女吗？不脱就是不脱啦！」
他拿我没办法，所以就放弃了，也没进一步讨论我。稍后，我才自己把眼镜脱下，望着他，他看到了，没说什么，感觉就好像我在挑逗他似的。我一向对暧昧不清的感觉最没抵抗力了，超爽的！
由于每次去 Adlena 家就会待一整天，所以我们经常会带衣服去，洗了澡再回家。天色暗了，我和 Linda 轮流洗澡，这天，我带了一件宽松的长袖格子衬衫和短裤。洗完澡后，我们就到楼下混，等待 Adlena 的妈妈开晚饭，吃了才回去。
我们这几个没事作的闲人很无聊的开始比较起谁的 BCG 最大，轮到我的时候，因为袖子太长了，所以就一直拉不上而不能秀出我的 BCG。
「太肥了啦，看不到。」 我自嘲。
「不要紧啦。」 他说。
然后他们全都跑到厨房去了，厨房很热，所以我就一个人待在前厅里。刚洗完澡，天气又凉凉的，有一种昏昏欲睡的感觉，很舒服。
中厅只开了一盏灯，于是，前厅就显得阴暗了。突然，「石头」 像小孩子般的，蹦蹦跳跳来到了我面前，脸上还挂着天真无邪的笑容，我有一点惊讶，他平时都酷酷的。
「干嘛啊你？这么开心？」 我好奇的问道。
「没有啊，呵呵。」 他笑着对我说。
接着，他竟然伸手翻了翻我的领口，我们的距离好近好近，我用尽全身的力气把自己硬压在那里而不逃走。他还拉了我的领口一下，示意要把我的衣服扯开，我简直就傻住了，这跟我认识的他 （虽然不是很久） 完全不同！还好他及时停手，要不我就要让他吃拳头了！
「跟你玩的啦！」 他一脸俏皮的笑着对我说，然后就跑回厨房了。
好了啦，这篇我就写了两天，而且是工作的时候偷懒写的 （这几天其实也蛮轻松的啦），那么就这样啦！
下篇持续！
比如说上一篇的柏原崇啦、Taylor Hanson、龙泽秀明 （现在已经一点感觉都没了，他太没突破了），诸如此类的。
事实上，我的现任男友也是有几分脂粉味的，性格也比较像女生，很细腻，很体贴。
我呢，正好相反，总是大刺刺的，什么都敢说，有时还会口勿遮拦。
异性相吸，我绝对是相信的。
可是，记忆中就有那么一个男生，样子不会中性啦，但还是蛮帅的，超爱耍酷，而且还小我两岁。我这个花痴女暗恋过的男生不计其数，唯独他的身影回荡在我内心深处，挥之不去。也许因为他是我众多暗恋对象当中，最养眼的吧。
十四岁那年吧，我约了 Linda 到 Adlena 家晃。一如往常，Linda 又迟到了，我坐在客厅地上跟 Adlena 看电视。不知怎的，视线突然被隔壁隔着篱笆望进来的男生占据了，他长的很好看，酷似 Leonardo DiCaprio。那时正好是 「铁达尼号」 的全盛时期，Linda 很喜欢 Leo，而我受了一点点感染。
总之那男的就一直目不转睛的望过来，我们四目交会，看得我都不好意思而别过头去了。十四岁的女生应该是情窦初开的时候吧，有些许小鹿乱撞的感觉。我从眼角看到他走向他家的大闸门，要外出似的。
「去哪儿呢？」 I wonder.
忽然开闸门的声响传进我的耳膜。
「咦，他不是刚刚才开了门吗？」 我好奇的想。
但这声响好像很靠近，我抬头，看见他竟开了 Adlena 家的门，走了进来。
他一进门就一屁股坐在门边的沙发上，默不作声。这一切对他来说好像都那么的自然，甚至连 Adlena 都懒得去管他。我越想越觉得奇怪，那尴尬的气氛维持了好一段时间，我也忘了 Linda 到底是那时还是之后才到。那瞬间，我眼里应该只有他而已吧。
终於，我决定让那奇怪的气氛终结。
「这人到底是干嘛的啊？为什么突然开门进来坐在那里，又一直闷不吭声？好奇怪！」我没好气的大声问 Adlena。
「喔，他是住隔壁的，我邻居啦！」 Adlena 回答。
「对了，你怎么来了？」 她转向那个男的问道。但他还是保持沉默。
还真会装，我心想。
之后才知道他的名字，蛮好听的，在这我就卖个关子了。
Linda 到了之后也一直注视着他，接着我们就全员跑到楼上去玩了。在 Adlena 房间里，我跟寄宿在她家，同样小我们两岁的良伟比腕力，呵呵，我赢了，我连忙大声嘲笑他，因为他是男的嘛！他也很配合的作出了被欺负的可怜模样，超爆笑的！
「我也要玩！」 这时，「石头」 突然说话了！
「原来你也会说话啊？玩就玩，你可别输哦！」 我大胆放话。
结果哩，我战死杀场。糗的勒！
他的手腕好有力，我好像要赢了，但又被他反弹了回来，好阴险哦！让我看见一线曙光，结果又把我推进无底深渊！（是形容的夸张了点啦）
自那次以后，我和 Linda 就经常去 Adlena 家。多半是因为他吧，不出我所料，Linda 也对他有
好感。一如往常，我没把心事跟任何人说。
奇怪的是，「石头」 经常都会向我恶作剧，他鲜少对其他人这么做。虽然他是个问题学生，课业也差，但他对女孩子倒很绅士，不像是为了讨好别人而装出来的，他对男生也一样，只是对女生会比较温柔和体贴。我开始怀疑他是不是也对我有感觉，但当时我并不会打扮，又顶着四百多度近视的厚眼镜，所以我也不敢太自作多情，而且也听说他已经有女朋友，刚交往不久，也是戴眼镜的。
只是，他真的越来越令我搞不懂。
有一次，我在 Adlena 家的楼梯下找东西却找不到，当我站起身时，竟惊觉他就站在我右边，他比我高，虽然当时他才十二岁而已 （根本不像），所以我一转身就只能面对他的胸口。我抬起头，天啊，他的脸靠我超近的！而且他还老神在在、像个木头似的盯着我看。怪不好意思的，我别过脸去，以无所谓的语气打发他帮我找东西，而他也马上就钻进杂物当中照做了。我呢，则是待在他后面平复心情，心在狂跳的勒！
另一次，我兴高采烈的带着刚买的直排滑轮到 Adlena 家去，我是买了之后才学的，百货公司大平卖，所以很便宜。Linda 也有来我家玩过，之后她爸爸还从新加玻买了一双更好的给她。总之我就约了 Linda 到 Adlena 家滑啦。
「石头」 ，良伟和 Adlena 只在一旁看而已，滑了一段时间后，我脱下滑轮休息。良伟跑来跟我说 「石头」 想跟我借来滑，我看了他一眼，说 「可以啊，但我有脚臭，你好自为知咯！」
他一副无所谓的样子，试着把脚塞进鞋里，结果良伟的一句 「脚太大了，穿不进啦！」
令得我啼笑皆非。之后 「石头」 也只好待在一旁作观众了。
但良伟倒是向 Linda 借了滑轮，幸好他也穿得下，不幸的是，因为玩得太 high 了，Linda 害得良伟摔了一跤，膝盖还流血呢，Adlena 也责怪她 (Adlena 生气时超可怕的）。伤口处理好后，我跟良伟胡闹，打发时间，一个不小心就把他的膝盖推向 Adlena 的枕头，结果伤口溢出来的血汁沾到了 Adlena 的枕头。
「好脏！你们现在说怎么办！」 Adlena 气愤的嚷到。
「好啦、好啦，你就别生气了，我拿去洗就是了，对不起啦！」 我说。
「那还差不多！」 Adlena 满意的说道。
于是我拿着枕头套到浴室去，「石头」 站在门边看着我洗。
「咦，你会洗衣的吗？」 他讽刺的问。
「当然了，很简单而已嘛！」 我没好气的回答。
他突然把浴室的门迅速的拉上，把我锁在里面，还关灯勒，浴室里巫漆抹黑的。
「你关灯我怎么洗啊？我不怕的啦，吓不到我的，放弃吧！」 我向门外的他叫到。
他还是不开门，过了几分钟，大概是见我对他的恶作剧无动于衷吧，就识相的把门打开了。
「不好玩。」 他说，于是走掉了。
接着，竟是良伟来凑热闹，头痛哦！
又一次，我、Linda、Adlena 排排坐在客厅的沙发，而那两个白痴男就坐在我们对面的沙发，他们竟不要命的开始谈论起我们三个女生的长相来了！
第一个是 Adlena，他们你一言、我一句的说，倘若 Adlena 脸上的豆豆消除的话，应该也蛮不错的。而 Linda 呢，竟被他们说成麻将台的脸，是蛮好笑的啦，所以我就难以控制的笑了出来啊，结果竟招来叛徒之名，唉！做人难喔！
轮到我时，「石头」 叫我除下眼镜，我说什么都不肯。
「脱掉啦！」 他说。
「不脱！」
「脱！」
「不脱！」
「脱啦！我给你一百块钱，脱掉啦！」
「哇，你把我当什么了？妓女吗？不脱就是不脱啦！」
他拿我没办法，所以就放弃了，也没进一步讨论我。稍后，我才自己把眼镜脱下，望着他，他看到了，没说什么，感觉就好像我在挑逗他似的。我一向对暧昧不清的感觉最没抵抗力了，超爽的！
由于每次去 Adlena 家就会待一整天，所以我们经常会带衣服去，洗了澡再回家。天色暗了，我和 Linda 轮流洗澡，这天，我带了一件宽松的长袖格子衬衫和短裤。洗完澡后，我们就到楼下混，等待 Adlena 的妈妈开晚饭，吃了才回去。
我们这几个没事作的闲人很无聊的开始比较起谁的 BCG 最大，轮到我的时候，因为袖子太长了，所以就一直拉不上而不能秀出我的 BCG。
「太肥了啦，看不到。」 我自嘲。
「不要紧啦。」 他说。
然后他们全都跑到厨房去了，厨房很热，所以我就一个人待在前厅里。刚洗完澡，天气又凉凉的，有一种昏昏欲睡的感觉，很舒服。
中厅只开了一盏灯，于是，前厅就显得阴暗了。突然，「石头」 像小孩子般的，蹦蹦跳跳来到了我面前，脸上还挂着天真无邪的笑容，我有一点惊讶，他平时都酷酷的。
「干嘛啊你？这么开心？」 我好奇的问道。
「没有啊，呵呵。」 他笑着对我说。
接着，他竟然伸手翻了翻我的领口，我们的距离好近好近，我用尽全身的力气把自己硬压在那里而不逃走。他还拉了我的领口一下，示意要把我的衣服扯开，我简直就傻住了，这跟我认识的他 （虽然不是很久） 完全不同！还好他及时停手，要不我就要让他吃拳头了！
「跟你玩的啦！」 他一脸俏皮的笑着对我说，然后就跑回厨房了。
好了啦，这篇我就写了两天，而且是工作的时候偷懒写的 （这几天其实也蛮轻松的啦），那么就这样啦！
下篇持续！
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
爱上了。。。
最近疯狂爱上柏原崇。
上星期买了一大堆VCD回家，其中就有日本经典搞笑日剧 － 「恶作剧之吻」。那是一部我很久以前所看过的剧集，大概中三的时候吧。当时就觉得片中的入江植树很帅，简直就是漫画里走出来的人嘛 （这是现在的感想，当时根本不看漫画），怎么会有男生长这么可爱！
虽然觉得戏中的琴子很吵，整部片子也很白痴无聊，但是还是因为柏原崇的缘故，而一直追看到最后。剧集播完后，就再也没看到他的戏，直至 「情书」。他再次扮演一位花一般的少年，太可怜了！总觉得他被自己清秀的外表所局限了，怪无奈的。之后也没特别留意他的消息。
那天之所以会买那么旧的片子是因为它便宜，哈哈，对啊，我就～～～是那么吝啬！最近日剧都被丢在角落，被遗忘了。取而代之的是一叠又叠的韩剧。
我恨透韩剧了！
节奏超慢，配音差，大部分男主角更是让我看了就想喷饭！也因为这阵不知从何而来的韩风，令得我最哈的日剧被摆在一旁，说来也可笑，我却因这股韩流而捡到了便宜，真不知是喜是悲呐！
总之就是突然爱上了柏原崇啦，还上网搜集他各式各样的照片呢！其实我对他的事真是一无所知，是单纯喜欢他的脸而已，就好像一幅很完美的艺术品，你不需要去了解它，只要会欣赏它的美就够了 （好像有点在形容女人）。
这么说的我也许很肤浅，但这应该也是最直截了当的了。
对了，最近有部新的惊悚片，名为 「黑夜」，刚开始时是蛮想去看的，但其后又犹豫了，因为感觉就跟 「三更」 差不多一样 － 三个来自不同国家的恐怖故事。
可是最近我发现了一个会促使我去看这部戏的因素。
BINGO！就是「他」了！请大家多多支持哦！
上星期买了一大堆VCD回家，其中就有日本经典搞笑日剧 － 「恶作剧之吻」。那是一部我很久以前所看过的剧集，大概中三的时候吧。当时就觉得片中的入江植树很帅，简直就是漫画里走出来的人嘛 （这是现在的感想，当时根本不看漫画），怎么会有男生长这么可爱！
虽然觉得戏中的琴子很吵，整部片子也很白痴无聊，但是还是因为柏原崇的缘故，而一直追看到最后。剧集播完后，就再也没看到他的戏，直至 「情书」。他再次扮演一位花一般的少年，太可怜了！总觉得他被自己清秀的外表所局限了，怪无奈的。之后也没特别留意他的消息。
那天之所以会买那么旧的片子是因为它便宜，哈哈，对啊，我就～～～是那么吝啬！最近日剧都被丢在角落，被遗忘了。取而代之的是一叠又叠的韩剧。
我恨透韩剧了！
节奏超慢，配音差，大部分男主角更是让我看了就想喷饭！也因为这阵不知从何而来的韩风，令得我最哈的日剧被摆在一旁，说来也可笑，我却因这股韩流而捡到了便宜，真不知是喜是悲呐！
总之就是突然爱上了柏原崇啦，还上网搜集他各式各样的照片呢！其实我对他的事真是一无所知，是单纯喜欢他的脸而已，就好像一幅很完美的艺术品，你不需要去了解它，只要会欣赏它的美就够了 （好像有点在形容女人）。
这么说的我也许很肤浅，但这应该也是最直截了当的了。
对了，最近有部新的惊悚片，名为 「黑夜」，刚开始时是蛮想去看的，但其后又犹豫了，因为感觉就跟 「三更」 差不多一样 － 三个来自不同国家的恐怖故事。
可是最近我发现了一个会促使我去看这部戏的因素。
BINGO！就是「他」了！请大家多多支持哦！
Friday, June 16, 2006
Sick Cat
Right now, i'm sitting in my office with a runny nose and a phlegm-filled sore throat. Thank God It's Friday! Maybe i should go to TGIF then? Hmmm...
Applied online to SIA as their flight stewardess 2 weeks ago but still no replies. Well, the day after I submitted my resume, I logged into their website and found my submission indicated as "Screening". I was hopeful then, at least it was being screened. And I got this email from them asking me to complete an online assessment. But every time I tried to do it, it said that I've done it already. Ok. The "Screening" indication continued for a few days before it totally disappeared and no further indication was provided. Man, i'm beginning to worry.
No matter what, I'm going to their walk-in interview when they come to Malaysia. I'm determined to get this job, just hope it will come true
I would really lurrrrvvvvvvvvvve to have this job! Who wouldn't, right? You get to fly all around the world and meet different people everyday on top of gaining invaluable experiences! Frankly speaking, aside from SIA, I'm not really interested with other airlines, since they're one of the bests around (and the pay is great!). However, if I fail, I might try out others. Well, can't think about failure now, must think about success!
I went to www.cabincrew.com and read about other wannabe cabin crews' experiences. It might surprise you that eventhough you possess a good education and work background in addition to having good looks, it doesn't necessarily guarantee you a place in the judges' heart during an airline interview. They can be extremely tough, especially SIA, I heard. Some girls went a few times but still haven't get recruited. From what I've read, it largely depends on luck too.
Recently, I have one friend from college who attended an interview conducted by Qatar Airways and she got it
Shyan really supports me in it. But then he supports me in everything I do. I really feel extremely fortunate to have him for my boyfriend.
Gotta get back to work now. Talk later!
Applied online to SIA as their flight stewardess 2 weeks ago but still no replies. Well, the day after I submitted my resume, I logged into their website and found my submission indicated as "Screening". I was hopeful then, at least it was being screened. And I got this email from them asking me to complete an online assessment. But every time I tried to do it, it said that I've done it already. Ok. The "Screening" indication continued for a few days before it totally disappeared and no further indication was provided. Man, i'm beginning to worry.
No matter what, I'm going to their walk-in interview when they come to Malaysia. I'm determined to get this job, just hope it will come true
I would really lurrrrvvvvvvvvvve to have this job! Who wouldn't, right? You get to fly all around the world and meet different people everyday on top of gaining invaluable experiences! Frankly speaking, aside from SIA, I'm not really interested with other airlines, since they're one of the bests around (and the pay is great!). However, if I fail, I might try out others. Well, can't think about failure now, must think about success!
I went to www.cabincrew.com and read about other wannabe cabin crews' experiences. It might surprise you that eventhough you possess a good education and work background in addition to having good looks, it doesn't necessarily guarantee you a place in the judges' heart during an airline interview. They can be extremely tough, especially SIA, I heard. Some girls went a few times but still haven't get recruited. From what I've read, it largely depends on luck too.
Recently, I have one friend from college who attended an interview conducted by Qatar Airways and she got it
Shyan really supports me in it. But then he supports me in everything I do. I really feel extremely fortunate to have him for my boyfriend.
Gotta get back to work now. Talk later!
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Evil Vanquisher...
No, I dunno whether there is a word like "vanquisher", but I'm almost certain there isn't. Whatever. Bear with the facts that yours truly ain't got an elaborate vocabulary to boast of, so there.
Recently, I started reading a Manga series entitled Akumetsu. The literal translation for that is the Evil Vanquisher. Nah, the Vanquisher doesn't go around killing vampires or weird monsters. But he does go on a killing spree of Japanese politicians who are corrupted and deemed evil by himself.
I think that's the biggest problem faced by the world today - corrupted politicians, who consequentially turn out equally corrupted governments. I can understand why the author came up with a story like that, albeit I'm none too keen on the world of fucked-up politics.
After all, I'm sure most of us out here have had a taste of the efficiency-deprived and probably fraudulent government. Don't be too sad, though, it happens everywhere in the world. It has become a disease most of us have begun to turn a blind eye to. Not that you could have done anything about it anyway.
Anyways, in the story, the Akumetsu kills off all the political big shots who do a great deal of dirty jobs with the taxpayers' dollars, on top of twisting the truth in order to legalize their evil deeds. They die gruesome deaths, I tell you.
One got a head burst with a flare gun. Another got his fingers fired off one by one before the Vanquisher finally showed his mercy and ended his misery. Some were burned alive while another was wedge-locked to the top of a Countach moving in high speed towards a half-built bridge. Needless to say, the poor guy was shattered to pieces with the vehicle before it exploded altogether. What a way to die!
The manga author must have tried killing the likes of these corrupted men a thousand million times in his dreams, I guess. Well, mangas have always mirrored what we can't do in reality, be it limited either by our mortality or the boundary of the laws.
The story might have sounded a bit extremist or even terroristic. But it's still the raw feeling and thought all of us humans experience, isn't it? If unrestricted, every single one of us would have got rid of any obstacles unlucky enough to be caught in our paths, eh?
Along with every killing, an Akumetsu will die too. As the saying goes, an eye for an eye. Therefore, it was a perfectly fair deal. Deeper into the tale, it was revealed that Akumetsus were actually clones in a super-human experiment. When one of them dies on a mission, the tribal mask they wear while completing their missions will self-destruct by exploding. The mask has a chip which was linked to the memory part of the brain, therefore, their total recollection til that final second would be trasmitted straight back to the next replacement clone in the lab.
Knowing these, you might think that it isn't fair after all, that the politicians have to die a total death whereas the Vanquishers may live on as clones. Well, perhaps you could try to remember that clones aren't machines or dolls without emotions or feelings. They are every bit as human as us, only their creator is not the Almighty God, if you have a belief, but us. We could very well be the creations that recreate, which is why human cloning is banned due to the question of ethics.
My point is, you won't think of 1+1=2 any less correct than what it should be if it's calculated by a calculator and not by human brain, rite?
Moreover, the Vanquisher clones did have their own lives prior to carrying out the mission. They went to school or work and even had to be scolded by the boss like you and me.
Something really needs to be done to the government of this country. Just look at how a certain ethnicity is given privileges even though they don't deserve it, if you ask me (and a whole lot of other people). And in contrast, how deprived the others are, of education, financial loans, etc.
This ethnicity in question can have rock bottom bad grades but still gain a place in prestigious education institutions, whereas others have to work twice as hard to get in even though their results and performance are a million times better. Talk about double standards. We are humans all the same, aren't we? So treat us equally!
That same ethnic group could even purchase properties at much lower prices than the others because the government says they are the native race of this country. Bullshit! You could say that if all the others were not born and bred here. But they are! Aren't we all your countrymen just the same?
And the willful government still has the guts to grumble about us not being patriotic and loyal enough to the country. What fools would pledge loyalty to a country that does not recognize their value as a people?
I suspect the people governing our country had been abducted by aliens from a faraway planet and stuffed with bullshit in their pathetic brains.
Recently, I started reading a Manga series entitled Akumetsu. The literal translation for that is the Evil Vanquisher. Nah, the Vanquisher doesn't go around killing vampires or weird monsters. But he does go on a killing spree of Japanese politicians who are corrupted and deemed evil by himself.
I think that's the biggest problem faced by the world today - corrupted politicians, who consequentially turn out equally corrupted governments. I can understand why the author came up with a story like that, albeit I'm none too keen on the world of fucked-up politics.
After all, I'm sure most of us out here have had a taste of the efficiency-deprived and probably fraudulent government. Don't be too sad, though, it happens everywhere in the world. It has become a disease most of us have begun to turn a blind eye to. Not that you could have done anything about it anyway.
Anyways, in the story, the Akumetsu kills off all the political big shots who do a great deal of dirty jobs with the taxpayers' dollars, on top of twisting the truth in order to legalize their evil deeds. They die gruesome deaths, I tell you.
One got a head burst with a flare gun. Another got his fingers fired off one by one before the Vanquisher finally showed his mercy and ended his misery. Some were burned alive while another was wedge-locked to the top of a Countach moving in high speed towards a half-built bridge. Needless to say, the poor guy was shattered to pieces with the vehicle before it exploded altogether. What a way to die!
The manga author must have tried killing the likes of these corrupted men a thousand million times in his dreams, I guess. Well, mangas have always mirrored what we can't do in reality, be it limited either by our mortality or the boundary of the laws.
The story might have sounded a bit extremist or even terroristic. But it's still the raw feeling and thought all of us humans experience, isn't it? If unrestricted, every single one of us would have got rid of any obstacles unlucky enough to be caught in our paths, eh?
Along with every killing, an Akumetsu will die too. As the saying goes, an eye for an eye. Therefore, it was a perfectly fair deal. Deeper into the tale, it was revealed that Akumetsus were actually clones in a super-human experiment. When one of them dies on a mission, the tribal mask they wear while completing their missions will self-destruct by exploding. The mask has a chip which was linked to the memory part of the brain, therefore, their total recollection til that final second would be trasmitted straight back to the next replacement clone in the lab.
Knowing these, you might think that it isn't fair after all, that the politicians have to die a total death whereas the Vanquishers may live on as clones. Well, perhaps you could try to remember that clones aren't machines or dolls without emotions or feelings. They are every bit as human as us, only their creator is not the Almighty God, if you have a belief, but us. We could very well be the creations that recreate, which is why human cloning is banned due to the question of ethics.
My point is, you won't think of 1+1=2 any less correct than what it should be if it's calculated by a calculator and not by human brain, rite?
Moreover, the Vanquisher clones did have their own lives prior to carrying out the mission. They went to school or work and even had to be scolded by the boss like you and me.
Something really needs to be done to the government of this country. Just look at how a certain ethnicity is given privileges even though they don't deserve it, if you ask me (and a whole lot of other people). And in contrast, how deprived the others are, of education, financial loans, etc.
This ethnicity in question can have rock bottom bad grades but still gain a place in prestigious education institutions, whereas others have to work twice as hard to get in even though their results and performance are a million times better. Talk about double standards. We are humans all the same, aren't we? So treat us equally!
That same ethnic group could even purchase properties at much lower prices than the others because the government says they are the native race of this country. Bullshit! You could say that if all the others were not born and bred here. But they are! Aren't we all your countrymen just the same?
And the willful government still has the guts to grumble about us not being patriotic and loyal enough to the country. What fools would pledge loyalty to a country that does not recognize their value as a people?
I suspect the people governing our country had been abducted by aliens from a faraway planet and stuffed with bullshit in their pathetic brains.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Friends...
I was looking through one of my friends' blog on Friendster the other day and checking out her photo album. Haven't seen her in a long time. So much had happened in her life and I wasn't there to witness or to share. Her pictures also told of many interesting stories she shared with another one of my long-time-no-see friends. I have lotsa friends like that, ya know. Lazy, after all.
I started to feel envious, and maybe a wee bit jealous as well. Jealousy - ugly emotion, hate that word. Anyways, I began to feel left out.
We used to be close, the three of us. We used to be roomates and neighbours in the hostel back in college. Those girls are real fun to have around. And yeah, we had the craziest times together. Hiding each other's clothes when the other was having a shower in the hostel's public washroom; disturbing and making noises when one was mugging for exams; singing beside the hostel bedroom window in the wee hours of the morning while cramming for major tests; being yelled at by other hostel mates for being to noisy during exam periods; laughing at people we scorn. You name it, we had done it all like loonies on the moon.
I could talk to them about anything. They never judged me. I don't remember a time that I was feeling sad or used when I was with them. Those were often what I felt from time to time when I'm with my other friends. We would babble away like we never missed a day in our lives without each other in it even though truth says otherwise. They were the best kind of friends I've come across in a long, long time. Probably there never will be others like them again in my life.
Therefore, I thought we would still be really close friends even if we don't meet that often. For a while, things stayed that way. They would still ask me out even if I don't do that and we still meet up, albeit in quite a long time. I don't blame them, they cared for me so they probably didn't wanna impose themselves on me because I was busy spending time with my boyfriend. He used to be away from me a lot - going back to hometown visiting his parents, studying in UK for three months, doing internship, blah blah blah...
Hence, every time he finds the time to be around, I tend to hang on to him like super glue. Thus, neglecting time with my friends, I guess. But these 2 friends of mine were very understanding, so I didn't think that was any problem at all.
However, gradually, I began to lose track of the topics they talked about. The places that they went together; new friends they made; bad habits one of them picked up; BGRs that were never meant to be; all those and more...further and further I drifted away from their world. I was optimistic,"As long as we are still friends, I'm happy," I thought.
That shouldn't be the case. How silly of me to take everything for granted. To take them for granted. I realize my inadequecy only now. Although they didn't say anything about it, I guess subconsciously they think I didn't care as much. But being the good old souls they are, they were still very endearing to me.
As I said, I was browsing through one of these wonderful girls' blog. It occurred to me I was the one constantly doing the taking and seldom the giving. All of a sudden, I felt ashamed despised myself for the things that I've done. They and I myself know I'm lazy to keep in touch with friends, but this time, I just might have gone overboard.
Feeling guilty, I wanted to make up for my past mistakes immediately. I know that takes time. But I couldn't wait. So I sms to each of them, saying we should probably go out together some time soon. One of them didn't reply, as with always. She seldom replies my sms, that woman. But I can assure you she's a good friend to have. And guess what, she has the very same surname as me! My surname is damn rare, ya know.
The other one called me and apologized for not having the time to see me for such a long time. Geez, I felt wretched, I was the one who should be sorry! She said she was busy with her finals and that she had finally graduated from these couple of hellish years in university. However, she'd just gone back to Kuching last Sunday. I was flabbergasted. I didn't even know that! And here she was in Kuching, probably for good. As much as I felt sorry, I felt hurt.
I guess the other girl would probably never reply my sms. Will this friendship of mine be gone with the wind?
Time will tell.
Serves me right for being so selfish and lazy.
Happy now, Old Man upstairs?
I started to feel envious, and maybe a wee bit jealous as well. Jealousy - ugly emotion, hate that word. Anyways, I began to feel left out.
We used to be close, the three of us. We used to be roomates and neighbours in the hostel back in college. Those girls are real fun to have around. And yeah, we had the craziest times together. Hiding each other's clothes when the other was having a shower in the hostel's public washroom; disturbing and making noises when one was mugging for exams; singing beside the hostel bedroom window in the wee hours of the morning while cramming for major tests; being yelled at by other hostel mates for being to noisy during exam periods; laughing at people we scorn. You name it, we had done it all like loonies on the moon.
I could talk to them about anything. They never judged me. I don't remember a time that I was feeling sad or used when I was with them. Those were often what I felt from time to time when I'm with my other friends. We would babble away like we never missed a day in our lives without each other in it even though truth says otherwise. They were the best kind of friends I've come across in a long, long time. Probably there never will be others like them again in my life.
Therefore, I thought we would still be really close friends even if we don't meet that often. For a while, things stayed that way. They would still ask me out even if I don't do that and we still meet up, albeit in quite a long time. I don't blame them, they cared for me so they probably didn't wanna impose themselves on me because I was busy spending time with my boyfriend. He used to be away from me a lot - going back to hometown visiting his parents, studying in UK for three months, doing internship, blah blah blah...
Hence, every time he finds the time to be around, I tend to hang on to him like super glue. Thus, neglecting time with my friends, I guess. But these 2 friends of mine were very understanding, so I didn't think that was any problem at all.
However, gradually, I began to lose track of the topics they talked about. The places that they went together; new friends they made; bad habits one of them picked up; BGRs that were never meant to be; all those and more...further and further I drifted away from their world. I was optimistic,"As long as we are still friends, I'm happy," I thought.
That shouldn't be the case. How silly of me to take everything for granted. To take them for granted. I realize my inadequecy only now. Although they didn't say anything about it, I guess subconsciously they think I didn't care as much. But being the good old souls they are, they were still very endearing to me.
As I said, I was browsing through one of these wonderful girls' blog. It occurred to me I was the one constantly doing the taking and seldom the giving. All of a sudden, I felt ashamed despised myself for the things that I've done. They and I myself know I'm lazy to keep in touch with friends, but this time, I just might have gone overboard.
Feeling guilty, I wanted to make up for my past mistakes immediately. I know that takes time. But I couldn't wait. So I sms to each of them, saying we should probably go out together some time soon. One of them didn't reply, as with always. She seldom replies my sms, that woman. But I can assure you she's a good friend to have. And guess what, she has the very same surname as me! My surname is damn rare, ya know.
The other one called me and apologized for not having the time to see me for such a long time. Geez, I felt wretched, I was the one who should be sorry! She said she was busy with her finals and that she had finally graduated from these couple of hellish years in university. However, she'd just gone back to Kuching last Sunday. I was flabbergasted. I didn't even know that! And here she was in Kuching, probably for good. As much as I felt sorry, I felt hurt.
I guess the other girl would probably never reply my sms. Will this friendship of mine be gone with the wind?
Time will tell.
Serves me right for being so selfish and lazy.
Happy now, Old Man upstairs?
Monday, May 01, 2006
Devious World...
Watched Malaysia Superstar Grand Finale on Saturday. The final result really makes me wonder...Are Malaysians today really that shallow?
The male champion is John an the female champion is Desiree. So during the finale, the two of them are gonna compete against each other for the grand throne of Malaysia Superstar.
And geez, any fool can see that the one who's the real thing, the one who could really carry a tune was Desiree. John's voice was weak, although it was considered good for a guy. But I don't think we should judge them on relative terms in this case. To me, John was just not up to standard.
He won simply because of his fans' votes. That was totally unfair since votes from the public carried 70% of the overall marks while the judges' decision only carried 30%! Anyone can see it was just a way for Magnum and other organizers to rake in millions from gullible Malaysians. Well, they have succeeded.
Wanna know why so many voted for John? Well, here's what I thought:
He was such a crybaby that he cried whenever there was a chance; whether he was happy or sad or someone got kicked out of the bogus competition. Basically, just any time. I think this makes the fans feel that they can really relate to him and that he is just a regular guy after all. It's good, actually, but I just wish he had more talent.
As we all know, girls are more easily involved in voting activities like these. Moreover, they might even think that John was a prince charming anyway. Therefore, he got more votes than Desiree.
Desiree, on the other hand, was cool and composed and was talented to boot. Poor girl, she was so badly misunderstood that most viewers mistook her for being cold and aloof. What the heck, at least she could really sing!
All in all, Desiree's talent will take her far while John would probably fade away to nothing, if you ask me. Cruel thing to say. But I guess John should know the reason that enabled him to gain access to the champion of this contest. Therefore, if he doesn't buckle up and improve, Desiree would overtake him in a flash (she already has).
The male champion is John an the female champion is Desiree. So during the finale, the two of them are gonna compete against each other for the grand throne of Malaysia Superstar.
And geez, any fool can see that the one who's the real thing, the one who could really carry a tune was Desiree. John's voice was weak, although it was considered good for a guy. But I don't think we should judge them on relative terms in this case. To me, John was just not up to standard.
He won simply because of his fans' votes. That was totally unfair since votes from the public carried 70% of the overall marks while the judges' decision only carried 30%! Anyone can see it was just a way for Magnum and other organizers to rake in millions from gullible Malaysians. Well, they have succeeded.
Wanna know why so many voted for John? Well, here's what I thought:
He was such a crybaby that he cried whenever there was a chance; whether he was happy or sad or someone got kicked out of the bogus competition. Basically, just any time. I think this makes the fans feel that they can really relate to him and that he is just a regular guy after all. It's good, actually, but I just wish he had more talent.
As we all know, girls are more easily involved in voting activities like these. Moreover, they might even think that John was a prince charming anyway. Therefore, he got more votes than Desiree.
Desiree, on the other hand, was cool and composed and was talented to boot. Poor girl, she was so badly misunderstood that most viewers mistook her for being cold and aloof. What the heck, at least she could really sing!
All in all, Desiree's talent will take her far while John would probably fade away to nothing, if you ask me. Cruel thing to say. But I guess John should know the reason that enabled him to gain access to the champion of this contest. Therefore, if he doesn't buckle up and improve, Desiree would overtake him in a flash (she already has).
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