HELP!!!
I'm going BERSERK!
Friday, June 15, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I dunno what to say...
The past 2 days had been a mad spin of interviews and surprises. Everything still feels a bit surreal to me. There are so many stories to tell I think I gotta split them into sections to avoid confusion.
SIA Interview on Sunday - 10 June 2007
Shyan gave me a ride to Concorde Hotel for my 1010 hour appointment. I hated it cos we had an argument when we left the house. What a great start to my interview! He was grumpy because he played computer games till the wee hours of the morning with his friends and had to wake up early to send me out. I wanted to get there by myself initially but he suggested giving a ride to me. Oh well, I was lazy to take the bus anyway, so I asked him for a ride in the end. But why must he give it to me with a black face since he suggested it himself? Sometimes I really feel like throwing a punch into his face!
Fortunately, the unpleasant drama in the morning took a turn and things began to look up. When I reached there, the girls attending the 10.10 am appointment were already lining up to register. It was so unlike the first and second time I was there - it used to take an hour to just wait til your turn, i.e. if your appointment is 9.30am, you will only be registered at 10.30am. Then wait for another 5 minutes to get your measurements done and another 5 before you are ushered to the interview room.
Anyway, it was pretty swift this time. By 10.30am, me and the other 9 girls were already in the interview room and began introducing ourselves one by one. 5 outta 10 girls in my group were selected. We proceeded to a counter to get our certificates verified and waited another 10 minutes for the kebaya fitting test. I was eliminated during that round in my last attempt. Thus, I was a bit nervous about my posture.
I walked as naturally as I could and tried to slow my paces. Then we were whisked outside to wait for the results once more. 6 of us went in for the test and ALL of us passed! What a joy!
Then we waited ultra-long for the one-to-one interview. It seems that the longer you wait, the more nervous you'll become! To make matters worse, the male middle-aged interviewer did not look friendly at all! He looked austere and strict, to be precise.
Finally, it was my turn and I went in with a blank mind. The interviewer tried to lighten the mood with small talks and I did my part as well by joking that my name sounded like teddy bear. It seemed to work because he gave an amused chuckle.
Why do you want to make a sudden career switch? What is good customer service to you? How much do you know about being a cabin crew? What do you know about our new airbus? When you encounter a problem, how do you solve it (very general)? When you are working in a team, are you always in the leader or follower position? Which position do you prefer? How long do you plan to fly?
Those were the questions I was asked during the 1-to-1. Luckily I could answer all of it reasonably. Phew!
When the interviewer finally jot down my name on the sorta like permit allowing me to proceed to the next round, I breathed a sigh of relief and actually couldn't really make out what he was saying at the time! Thank God he didn't fail me after all!
I had a break of 2 hours until the water confidence test so I swung around to McD for a bite. I was starving because I had forgo my brekkie. Never have much of an appetite too early in the morning. I returned to the hotel at 3.30pm. They gave everyone a life jacket regardless of your swimming abilities. We went into the pool 5 by 5. The guys went first.
After getting outta the pool, you'd be required walk in a straight line toward the interviewers to allow them to observe your posture. You have to held out your hands when you reach them to be examined for any visible scars. Finally, you turn around to check for any flaws on your back and walk back to the first position you started with.
We all waited in the meeting room once again after the test. The result was read to us shortly after. The final interview will be held 2 weeks later and they will give us further notice for that.
By the way, a few girls from the Emirates interview also turned up for this one. Really, the more you attend these interviews, the more familiar those faces become! Most of them made it through the water confidence test too.
After I got home, Kathryn informed me she had received the rejection email from Emirates. After I finished all my chores at home, I went to the cyber cafe to check my email with a thumping heart. Thankfully, I did not get it at all. But I was still scared and decided to keep on checking.
Junior Copywriter Interview - 11 June 2007
The next day, I took an MC from my job in order to attend the eCosway interview. I wouldn't had been there if the guys from Paprika had called me last week. Since they didn't call, I thought maybe it was a goner and pushed it outta my mind.
The interview with eCosway was a half-hearted one. I wished for it to end as soon as possible so I could go home and rest.
* * * * * * *
I noticed a missed call on my cell from Andrew (Paprika) on my way back and called him back immediately.
It seemed they had decided to take me in after all. On top of that, they'll buy me out for 1 month outta my 2 months notice so I could join them sooner. But as always, there are T&C attached. I was required to stay with the company for at least a year. Upon hearing this, I was thinking, "What if I'm accepted by Emirates? How am I gonna get myself outta this?!?" So I calmly asked him what is the compensation scheme if I breach the contract. He said I would be required to pay them 2 months worth of my salary then. But I'm still not sure about that though.
They were gonna mail me an offer letter first. I advised them to send by normal mail instead of registered since there won't be anyone at home to receive it during office hours. Moreover, it will buy me some time while waiting for EK's reply. They will only prepare the contract after I have accepted their offer. I certainly hope all these will take up a lot of time before I sign the contract because hell, I still didn't know EK's result!
The Surprise...
With a heavy heart, I took a nap beside Shyan. Yeah he MC again because he played computer games with his buddies again till 3am the night before so he couldn't get up for work. And he even cold-shouldered me for asking him to come home early! The nerve!
Don't get me wrong though. He's usually a great guy. He loves me more than I love him and almost always takes great care of me. But sometimes I really don't understand why he does the things he does!
So anyway, I woke up bleary eyed when my cellphone rang. No number was indicated on the screen. I thought it was my sister calling from Hong Kong and answered the phone.
A pleasant and slightly accented male voice came from the other end. He said something more for a while before I could make sense of what he was talking about. It seemed he was calling from Emirates. Ok. Wait. Emirates? Emirates! EMIRATES!!!
Finally, he said, "Actually, I'm calling to inform you that you've been selected for our final....(I couldn't catch what he was saying). He went on to elaborate the details to me and told me to expect an email with all the instructions and relevant documents attached. He even gave me a joining date!
I asked him for his contact details in case of any queries and he ended the conversation by wishing me good luck for my medical. It was pleasant talking to him because he sounded to be smiling constantly! But I had to strain a bit to make out what he was saying through his middle-eastern accent. It was all good though.
* * * * * * *
Now I'm still waiting for the email to proceed with the medical checkup. Please please let me have it soon cos I'm really running outta time with all the stuff chasing after my back! I'm truly thanking God for all these great opportunities but I also need a sign for me to sort them out.
Sincerely praying for your help and guidance, God.
Amen.
SIA Interview on Sunday - 10 June 2007
Shyan gave me a ride to Concorde Hotel for my 1010 hour appointment. I hated it cos we had an argument when we left the house. What a great start to my interview! He was grumpy because he played computer games till the wee hours of the morning with his friends and had to wake up early to send me out. I wanted to get there by myself initially but he suggested giving a ride to me. Oh well, I was lazy to take the bus anyway, so I asked him for a ride in the end. But why must he give it to me with a black face since he suggested it himself? Sometimes I really feel like throwing a punch into his face!
Fortunately, the unpleasant drama in the morning took a turn and things began to look up. When I reached there, the girls attending the 10.10 am appointment were already lining up to register. It was so unlike the first and second time I was there - it used to take an hour to just wait til your turn, i.e. if your appointment is 9.30am, you will only be registered at 10.30am. Then wait for another 5 minutes to get your measurements done and another 5 before you are ushered to the interview room.
Anyway, it was pretty swift this time. By 10.30am, me and the other 9 girls were already in the interview room and began introducing ourselves one by one. 5 outta 10 girls in my group were selected. We proceeded to a counter to get our certificates verified and waited another 10 minutes for the kebaya fitting test. I was eliminated during that round in my last attempt. Thus, I was a bit nervous about my posture.
I walked as naturally as I could and tried to slow my paces. Then we were whisked outside to wait for the results once more. 6 of us went in for the test and ALL of us passed! What a joy!
Then we waited ultra-long for the one-to-one interview. It seems that the longer you wait, the more nervous you'll become! To make matters worse, the male middle-aged interviewer did not look friendly at all! He looked austere and strict, to be precise.
Finally, it was my turn and I went in with a blank mind. The interviewer tried to lighten the mood with small talks and I did my part as well by joking that my name sounded like teddy bear. It seemed to work because he gave an amused chuckle.
Why do you want to make a sudden career switch? What is good customer service to you? How much do you know about being a cabin crew? What do you know about our new airbus? When you encounter a problem, how do you solve it (very general)? When you are working in a team, are you always in the leader or follower position? Which position do you prefer? How long do you plan to fly?
Those were the questions I was asked during the 1-to-1. Luckily I could answer all of it reasonably. Phew!
When the interviewer finally jot down my name on the sorta like permit allowing me to proceed to the next round, I breathed a sigh of relief and actually couldn't really make out what he was saying at the time! Thank God he didn't fail me after all!
I had a break of 2 hours until the water confidence test so I swung around to McD for a bite. I was starving because I had forgo my brekkie. Never have much of an appetite too early in the morning. I returned to the hotel at 3.30pm. They gave everyone a life jacket regardless of your swimming abilities. We went into the pool 5 by 5. The guys went first.
After getting outta the pool, you'd be required walk in a straight line toward the interviewers to allow them to observe your posture. You have to held out your hands when you reach them to be examined for any visible scars. Finally, you turn around to check for any flaws on your back and walk back to the first position you started with.
We all waited in the meeting room once again after the test. The result was read to us shortly after. The final interview will be held 2 weeks later and they will give us further notice for that.
By the way, a few girls from the Emirates interview also turned up for this one. Really, the more you attend these interviews, the more familiar those faces become! Most of them made it through the water confidence test too.
After I got home, Kathryn informed me she had received the rejection email from Emirates. After I finished all my chores at home, I went to the cyber cafe to check my email with a thumping heart. Thankfully, I did not get it at all. But I was still scared and decided to keep on checking.
Junior Copywriter Interview - 11 June 2007
The next day, I took an MC from my job in order to attend the eCosway interview. I wouldn't had been there if the guys from Paprika had called me last week. Since they didn't call, I thought maybe it was a goner and pushed it outta my mind.
The interview with eCosway was a half-hearted one. I wished for it to end as soon as possible so I could go home and rest.
* * * * * * *
I noticed a missed call on my cell from Andrew (Paprika) on my way back and called him back immediately.
It seemed they had decided to take me in after all. On top of that, they'll buy me out for 1 month outta my 2 months notice so I could join them sooner. But as always, there are T&C attached. I was required to stay with the company for at least a year. Upon hearing this, I was thinking, "What if I'm accepted by Emirates? How am I gonna get myself outta this?!?" So I calmly asked him what is the compensation scheme if I breach the contract. He said I would be required to pay them 2 months worth of my salary then. But I'm still not sure about that though.
They were gonna mail me an offer letter first. I advised them to send by normal mail instead of registered since there won't be anyone at home to receive it during office hours. Moreover, it will buy me some time while waiting for EK's reply. They will only prepare the contract after I have accepted their offer. I certainly hope all these will take up a lot of time before I sign the contract because hell, I still didn't know EK's result!
The Surprise...
With a heavy heart, I took a nap beside Shyan. Yeah he MC again because he played computer games with his buddies again till 3am the night before so he couldn't get up for work. And he even cold-shouldered me for asking him to come home early! The nerve!
Don't get me wrong though. He's usually a great guy. He loves me more than I love him and almost always takes great care of me. But sometimes I really don't understand why he does the things he does!
So anyway, I woke up bleary eyed when my cellphone rang. No number was indicated on the screen. I thought it was my sister calling from Hong Kong and answered the phone.
A pleasant and slightly accented male voice came from the other end. He said something more for a while before I could make sense of what he was talking about. It seemed he was calling from Emirates. Ok. Wait. Emirates? Emirates! EMIRATES!!!
Finally, he said, "Actually, I'm calling to inform you that you've been selected for our final....(I couldn't catch what he was saying). He went on to elaborate the details to me and told me to expect an email with all the instructions and relevant documents attached. He even gave me a joining date!
I asked him for his contact details in case of any queries and he ended the conversation by wishing me good luck for my medical. It was pleasant talking to him because he sounded to be smiling constantly! But I had to strain a bit to make out what he was saying through his middle-eastern accent. It was all good though.
* * * * * * *
Now I'm still waiting for the email to proceed with the medical checkup. Please please let me have it soon cos I'm really running outta time with all the stuff chasing after my back! I'm truly thanking God for all these great opportunities but I also need a sign for me to sort them out.
Sincerely praying for your help and guidance, God.
Amen.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Transition
I took a half day off and went to another copywriter job interview yesterday. The company's Paprika Global this time. It's a real advertising agency but I'm not that excited, what's with all the things pending in my life - my resignation from my current job (which requires a bloody 2 MONTHS notice!), Emirates interview result, my next job, Taiwan trip. And all these are inter-related i.e. if I get a new job before August, I might not be able to go to Taiwan. This is truly a period of transition, hopefully for the better.
Anyway, I was interviewed by Andrew and Jermyn. Jermyn is actually the MD but he has a huge tattoo on his right arm, which I think is real cool. It was peeking out from under his polo shirt. Everyone in the office was really casual with jeans and tee, which was expected since it's an agency.
They asked me about the books I read and honestly, I've left it pretty much on the backseat since high school. Books are rather expensive here in Malaysia. But I've been trying to pick up what's left of my English through reading a coupla books. I think my English is sinking like the Titanic and to prevent it from vanishing completely from the face of Earth, that's why I'm making the switch from designer to copywriter. I wanna find the old Shakespeare in me!
Anyways, I told them I read Enid Blyton in primary school and Jermyn was like extremely surprised because he said Enid's for the 70s kids, like himself. Now it was my turn to be surprised because my circle of friends back then were mad for Enid. Andrew gave a look of doubt to Jermyn because he didn't think it weird for children to read Enid Blyton. Then I found out that Jermyn is from Singapore so I said probably Malaysia is slower than Singapore in the reading field. Unsatisfied with that, Jermyn asked whether I knew Aesop Fables. Hell yeah...Tortoise and the Hare. He exclaimed with a satisfied grin and turned to Andrew,"See! She knows! 13 years difference and she knows!"
I was like,"Huh?" But I was happy that I surprised them there haha. However, I still don't understand what's so strange about me reading Enid Blyton's books?
I went on to cite Christopher Pike and Francine Pascal as my influences. On my most recent read, it was Jodi Picoult's My Sister's Keeper. And they checked it out on the Internet straightaway because a laptop was conveniently in the room! That felt a bit scary. Jermyn asked,"You didn't read it because it was an NY bestseller?" I replied No. In fact, I didn't even know it was a bestseller until recently.
Then we proceeded to talk about advertising and they inspected the copywriting works I've done. I answered their questions as honestly as possible and to the best of my ability. Since I wasn't expecting much from this interview, I wasn't the least bit nervous so I was able to treat it like a normal chit-chat. After all, I understand that with my lack of experience, getting into a proper agency like that would be quite difficult.
I also presented to them the 2 advertising campaigns I was required to prepared, so as to tell them about my opinions on the ads. For the overseas ad, I chose Pepsi. This is really fun, go watch it. I'm rather surprised that Coke didn't take legal action against Pepsi for this. Or was it banned altogether? But thank God we lucky mortals still get to see it on the Net!
As for my favourite local campaign, it's gotta be DiGi's Yellow Guy Campaign! That's just one of them back there, you can go here to check out the rest.
The overall comment about me was:
1. English command
According to Jermyn, advertising agencies are divided into 3 tiers. Saatchi & Saatchi, Ogilvy, Leo Burnett, Naga DDB and the likes are easily Tier 1. Tier 3 is similar to the company I'm currently working for. Paprika is Tier 2. And I'm glad to announce that he categorized me into Tier 2 copywriter because of my writing style. By the way, prior to the interview, I had to do a copy test of coming up with a headline, body text and an action line based on the pictures they gave us. I had to choose 3 outta the 5 pictures. They would only invite potential candidates to the interview based on the test result. However, my English command is slightly not up to par. So I still have plenty of rooms for improvement, which is true, that's why I was there.
2. Experience
Well, what can I say...
3. Background
My background as a graphic designer is probably the biggest plus point because I'd be able to help out the design department if I'm done with the writing part. Will that make me a slave? I think that depends on the employer.
I should have thanked him for the advices but I didn't find the opportunity to! That's my biggest regret for the interview.
So anyway, now I'm in for a wait. But I'd rather forget all about it because the chances of getting it is slimmer than Twiggy.
On another note, I heard from Jaku that the last time her friend applied for Emirates, she was rejected 2 weeks (sharp) after her final interview! Today is exactly a fortnight after my final with them so I'm getting a bit nervous. Hope I don't receive any rejection emails any time soon! According to Jaku, no news is good news! Hope the news is a good one when it finally comes!
Speaking of airline interviews, this Sunday will be my third attempt with Singapore Airlines. Just received their invitation yesterday. Unlike during my 1st and 2nd attempts, now I don't feel nervous about it at all. Whatever will be, will be. Attending these interviews really mature me in a short span of time! I would strongly suggest anyone wanting to grow up fast to go to these interviews! LOL!
Anyway, I was interviewed by Andrew and Jermyn. Jermyn is actually the MD but he has a huge tattoo on his right arm, which I think is real cool. It was peeking out from under his polo shirt. Everyone in the office was really casual with jeans and tee, which was expected since it's an agency.
They asked me about the books I read and honestly, I've left it pretty much on the backseat since high school. Books are rather expensive here in Malaysia. But I've been trying to pick up what's left of my English through reading a coupla books. I think my English is sinking like the Titanic and to prevent it from vanishing completely from the face of Earth, that's why I'm making the switch from designer to copywriter. I wanna find the old Shakespeare in me!
Anyways, I told them I read Enid Blyton in primary school and Jermyn was like extremely surprised because he said Enid's for the 70s kids, like himself. Now it was my turn to be surprised because my circle of friends back then were mad for Enid. Andrew gave a look of doubt to Jermyn because he didn't think it weird for children to read Enid Blyton. Then I found out that Jermyn is from Singapore so I said probably Malaysia is slower than Singapore in the reading field. Unsatisfied with that, Jermyn asked whether I knew Aesop Fables. Hell yeah...Tortoise and the Hare. He exclaimed with a satisfied grin and turned to Andrew,"See! She knows! 13 years difference and she knows!"
I was like,"Huh?" But I was happy that I surprised them there haha. However, I still don't understand what's so strange about me reading Enid Blyton's books?
I went on to cite Christopher Pike and Francine Pascal as my influences. On my most recent read, it was Jodi Picoult's My Sister's Keeper. And they checked it out on the Internet straightaway because a laptop was conveniently in the room! That felt a bit scary. Jermyn asked,"You didn't read it because it was an NY bestseller?" I replied No. In fact, I didn't even know it was a bestseller until recently.
Then we proceeded to talk about advertising and they inspected the copywriting works I've done. I answered their questions as honestly as possible and to the best of my ability. Since I wasn't expecting much from this interview, I wasn't the least bit nervous so I was able to treat it like a normal chit-chat. After all, I understand that with my lack of experience, getting into a proper agency like that would be quite difficult.
I also presented to them the 2 advertising campaigns I was required to prepared, so as to tell them about my opinions on the ads. For the overseas ad, I chose Pepsi. This is really fun, go watch it. I'm rather surprised that Coke didn't take legal action against Pepsi for this. Or was it banned altogether? But thank God we lucky mortals still get to see it on the Net!
As for my favourite local campaign, it's gotta be DiGi's Yellow Guy Campaign! That's just one of them back there, you can go here to check out the rest.
The overall comment about me was:
1. English command
According to Jermyn, advertising agencies are divided into 3 tiers. Saatchi & Saatchi, Ogilvy, Leo Burnett, Naga DDB and the likes are easily Tier 1. Tier 3 is similar to the company I'm currently working for. Paprika is Tier 2. And I'm glad to announce that he categorized me into Tier 2 copywriter because of my writing style. By the way, prior to the interview, I had to do a copy test of coming up with a headline, body text and an action line based on the pictures they gave us. I had to choose 3 outta the 5 pictures. They would only invite potential candidates to the interview based on the test result. However, my English command is slightly not up to par. So I still have plenty of rooms for improvement, which is true, that's why I was there.
2. Experience
Well, what can I say...
3. Background
My background as a graphic designer is probably the biggest plus point because I'd be able to help out the design department if I'm done with the writing part. Will that make me a slave? I think that depends on the employer.
I should have thanked him for the advices but I didn't find the opportunity to! That's my biggest regret for the interview.
So anyway, now I'm in for a wait. But I'd rather forget all about it because the chances of getting it is slimmer than Twiggy.
On another note, I heard from Jaku that the last time her friend applied for Emirates, she was rejected 2 weeks (sharp) after her final interview! Today is exactly a fortnight after my final with them so I'm getting a bit nervous. Hope I don't receive any rejection emails any time soon! According to Jaku, no news is good news! Hope the news is a good one when it finally comes!
Speaking of airline interviews, this Sunday will be my third attempt with Singapore Airlines. Just received their invitation yesterday. Unlike during my 1st and 2nd attempts, now I don't feel nervous about it at all. Whatever will be, will be. Attending these interviews really mature me in a short span of time! I would strongly suggest anyone wanting to grow up fast to go to these interviews! LOL!
Monday, June 04, 2007
Violent? ME?!?
I've always been a bit intimidated by Shyan's mom. I'm not normally not worried about meet-the-parents session. Even if I do, I think I always do a pretty good job covering it up. But well, there had been some misunderstanding between me and the lady, which thankfully had been sorted out so I've tried to be extremely courteous ever since.
Anyways, the Mom was here in KL from Kuching last week. So me and my boy took her around the 1 Utama area for makan and shopping. Everything went well until we made a trip down to Petaling Street. The weather had begun to turn bleaky and rainy starting late afternoon.
I was sharing the umbrella with Shyan's mom and everything was going smoothly albeit in a helter-skelter way. The Mom was just about to step into a shelter made up of food stalls when she suddenly turned and her cheekbone right under the eye smacked against the curved handle of the brolly I was holding.
I was so damn scared because I thought I had given her a black eye! Imagine a run-in like that with your possible future mother-in-law! I started apologizing profusely and kept asking her if she was alright. It was truly a relief that she was very understanding and didn't seem to mind about it so much.
Shyan's teasing remarks about the whole incident certainly didn't help either. I guess he just loves making fun of me...in a good-natured way of course. As the happy-go-lucky person I am, I also begin to think that it's really not a big deal after all.
Know what, I've hit a female trainee teacher in the face during secondary school too! Before you start yellin' at me for being a freak with violent tendencies, let me explain that it wasn't done in purpose too of course!
I was scribbling feverishly across the blackboard trying to solve a difficult Maths question and was pausing to shake my right hand a lil' bit because of the sore caused by the brisk scribble. So I was shaking my hand with all my might when suddenly I felt that I've hit something. And that something turned out to be the poor teacher's forehead or somewhere I can remember. It seemed that she appeared out of nowhere and I was too engrossed with solving the question to notice her. But thank God she didn't make a big deal out of it and just laughed it off.
So there you go, I am a clumsy elephant sometimes and I'm certainly not proud of it but those do make the funniest memories to remember!
Anyways, the Mom was here in KL from Kuching last week. So me and my boy took her around the 1 Utama area for makan and shopping. Everything went well until we made a trip down to Petaling Street. The weather had begun to turn bleaky and rainy starting late afternoon.
I was sharing the umbrella with Shyan's mom and everything was going smoothly albeit in a helter-skelter way. The Mom was just about to step into a shelter made up of food stalls when she suddenly turned and her cheekbone right under the eye smacked against the curved handle of the brolly I was holding.
I was so damn scared because I thought I had given her a black eye! Imagine a run-in like that with your possible future mother-in-law! I started apologizing profusely and kept asking her if she was alright. It was truly a relief that she was very understanding and didn't seem to mind about it so much.
Shyan's teasing remarks about the whole incident certainly didn't help either. I guess he just loves making fun of me...in a good-natured way of course. As the happy-go-lucky person I am, I also begin to think that it's really not a big deal after all.
Know what, I've hit a female trainee teacher in the face during secondary school too! Before you start yellin' at me for being a freak with violent tendencies, let me explain that it wasn't done in purpose too of course!
I was scribbling feverishly across the blackboard trying to solve a difficult Maths question and was pausing to shake my right hand a lil' bit because of the sore caused by the brisk scribble. So I was shaking my hand with all my might when suddenly I felt that I've hit something. And that something turned out to be the poor teacher's forehead or somewhere I can remember. It seemed that she appeared out of nowhere and I was too engrossed with solving the question to notice her. But thank God she didn't make a big deal out of it and just laughed it off.
So there you go, I am a clumsy elephant sometimes and I'm certainly not proud of it but those do make the funniest memories to remember!
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Of Throat and Anus...
My body has been wrecking havoc lately.
First, there was the sore throat that didn't heal for a fucking 3 months. Can you believe I actually endured the entire Chinese New Year with an excruciating sore throat?!? All the goodies I ate really elevated the severity too, I guess. Yeah, serves me right. And I'm also a firm follower of spicy delights. I remember going to the doctor for sore throat medicines once every 2-3 months during the past year. I guess the most medication I took was antibiotics. Not good. Now the virus causing me sore throats have mutated and evolved into stronger nightmares so I have to take very strong antibiotics - Amoxycillin for the time being. Thus, I'm now gurgling down water like mad, which explains for the even more frequent runs to the toilet (I've always been a urine-prone person haha).
And guess what? I finally had a case of piles (haemorrhoids) last Saturday!!! Yeah I know it's nothing to shout about but I simply feel like doing so!
I think it must have stemmed from my history of having chronic constipation. I often get swollen lumps near my anus and had been bleeding recently (no, the blood wasn't from the lumps, it's from somewhere inside the anus) while pooping. But the lumps were quite small and would retract or subside within a few hours. The blood was bright red, which I found out later on the Internet that it might be rectal bleeding. Rectum is very close to the anus, therefore blood from that area is bright red because bacteria hasn't the time to pollute it. Dark red blood indicates bleeding from the colon or somewhere deeper inside. I normally bleed after I had spicy feasts, I mean really spicy ones, like having them for 3 meals a day. But lately it bleeds even though I've had mostly porridge for dinner! Thus, I'm not without worries! Gonna do a full body checkup soon!
Anyway, the lump this time is really big and the pain is killing me! Previously it only felt itchy. I really hate to admit that I have piles! It's so embarrassing! But later I realized that it's actually quite a common problem in today's fast paced society where people simply don't have time or are just plain lazy to take care of their own bodies (like yours truly). Actually everyone has haemorrhoids, it's just that only a number of us are unlucky enough to have it manifest on our bodies, which is normally set off by constipation. In fact, I know a lot of girls who have constipation.
But thank God I feel a whole lot better after taking the medications, which included pills made from herbal taken twice a day and suppositories once a day. The suppository are to be inserted into the anus. I was thinking,"What the heck?! I'm in pain down there and I gotta ram this tampon-like thingy into it? Gee, I feel so homosexual right now". The nurse was kind enough to advise me to lubricate it with baby oil first if I really have a hard time inserting it (now I REALLY feel homo). Luckily, the suppository slid in easily with no pain at all. PHEW!
Oh, and I also took some painkillers from the doc which DID NOT work at all! The pain was still there whenever I contract the muscles there after I peed or when I'm about to sit down or stand up. The lump has begun to shrink since. Hope it will shrink even faster! Well, at least the pain isn't as severe now. And I'm thankful my piles aren't the really serious ones that require surgical removal or the ones that actually have part of the rectum falling out the body. I certainly hope it won't come to that! So I'm drinking a lot of water, stuffing myself with fruits and veggies and trying to lay off the spice a little.
Okay, I know no one's interested in my bowel movements or piles. Then again, no one is gonna read this anyway. So this piece is just for myself, and probably people out there suffering the same ailments as me.
First, there was the sore throat that didn't heal for a fucking 3 months. Can you believe I actually endured the entire Chinese New Year with an excruciating sore throat?!? All the goodies I ate really elevated the severity too, I guess. Yeah, serves me right. And I'm also a firm follower of spicy delights. I remember going to the doctor for sore throat medicines once every 2-3 months during the past year. I guess the most medication I took was antibiotics. Not good. Now the virus causing me sore throats have mutated and evolved into stronger nightmares so I have to take very strong antibiotics - Amoxycillin for the time being. Thus, I'm now gurgling down water like mad, which explains for the even more frequent runs to the toilet (I've always been a urine-prone person haha).
And guess what? I finally had a case of piles (haemorrhoids) last Saturday!!! Yeah I know it's nothing to shout about but I simply feel like doing so!
I think it must have stemmed from my history of having chronic constipation. I often get swollen lumps near my anus and had been bleeding recently (no, the blood wasn't from the lumps, it's from somewhere inside the anus) while pooping. But the lumps were quite small and would retract or subside within a few hours. The blood was bright red, which I found out later on the Internet that it might be rectal bleeding. Rectum is very close to the anus, therefore blood from that area is bright red because bacteria hasn't the time to pollute it. Dark red blood indicates bleeding from the colon or somewhere deeper inside. I normally bleed after I had spicy feasts, I mean really spicy ones, like having them for 3 meals a day. But lately it bleeds even though I've had mostly porridge for dinner! Thus, I'm not without worries! Gonna do a full body checkup soon!
Anyway, the lump this time is really big and the pain is killing me! Previously it only felt itchy. I really hate to admit that I have piles! It's so embarrassing! But later I realized that it's actually quite a common problem in today's fast paced society where people simply don't have time or are just plain lazy to take care of their own bodies (like yours truly). Actually everyone has haemorrhoids, it's just that only a number of us are unlucky enough to have it manifest on our bodies, which is normally set off by constipation. In fact, I know a lot of girls who have constipation.
But thank God I feel a whole lot better after taking the medications, which included pills made from herbal taken twice a day and suppositories once a day. The suppository are to be inserted into the anus. I was thinking,"What the heck?! I'm in pain down there and I gotta ram this tampon-like thingy into it? Gee, I feel so homosexual right now". The nurse was kind enough to advise me to lubricate it with baby oil first if I really have a hard time inserting it (now I REALLY feel homo). Luckily, the suppository slid in easily with no pain at all. PHEW!
Oh, and I also took some painkillers from the doc which DID NOT work at all! The pain was still there whenever I contract the muscles there after I peed or when I'm about to sit down or stand up. The lump has begun to shrink since. Hope it will shrink even faster! Well, at least the pain isn't as severe now. And I'm thankful my piles aren't the really serious ones that require surgical removal or the ones that actually have part of the rectum falling out the body. I certainly hope it won't come to that! So I'm drinking a lot of water, stuffing myself with fruits and veggies and trying to lay off the spice a little.
Okay, I know no one's interested in my bowel movements or piles. Then again, no one is gonna read this anyway. So this piece is just for myself, and probably people out there suffering the same ailments as me.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Emirates Final Interview
I had a mild fever last night. To prevent it from developing into a full-blown inferno, I took again the medicines I got from the doc on Sunday. My colleague says I'm probably too nervous about the interview. Hell, I dunno, I try not to expect too much, so why should I be nervous or excited at all?
I went to sleep quite early this time. At around midnight - after I got all the documents ready and photocopied and did another facial mask to get rid of the fatigue showing on my face.
My final interview appointment was 9.45am. But I was already there at 9am. I tried not to feel anything as Kathryn (another candidate) told me it was supposed to be a casual chat and I shouldn't be nervous.
The girl from the time slot before me was already waiting outside the room when I reached there. Approximately 45 minutes was allotted for each candidate but the actual interview time may be less. I greeted the girl and proceeded to the ladies. When I was back again, the girl had already entered the room.
I waited about 10 minutes before the girl finally came out and informed the interviewer that I had already arrived. I continued waiting as the interviewer did not give me further instructions to enter the room.
It was another 5 minutes' wait before the interviewer, Randa, popped her head out the door and invited me to enter. We greeted each other with a smile and out of the blue, she exclaimed, "Oh, I see something interesting already! Come inside!"
I was a bit surprised but happy that at least we had something else to talk about. As soon as I entered the room, she took hold of the fancy keychain on my bag and commented about how nice it was. The keychain was actually made up of a portion of a faux bold gold necklace my friend bought for me from Hong Kong and a black dangly keychain that I bought at Momoe, Midvalley. I told her I combined the two because the black keychain wasn't quite visible against my dark brown bag, so I added the gold bit because that necklace was very tacky anyway. Well, I didn't explain to her in as much detail as in here but it was close to what I told her. Anyway, the little chitchat really lightened up the situation!
By the way, there was only 1 interviewer this time. I heard some of the girls had 2 interviewers.
The interview began with Randa collecting all the necessary documents from me. Then she quizzed me on my past experiences as a waitress. Did u go the extra mile for customers? What was the situation like? Have you ever helped a customer solved a problem? How? Was there ever a situation where you were working in a team and there were problems that need to be solved? How did you solve it? Were there any negative comments from people about you? How did you handle and overcome it?
You will be asked to give specific examples here. If the interviewer thinks the example is not sufficient, she will ask you to give another one. The key here is to relax and talk normally. Don't let your nervousness affect you and it will be fine.
Right now I can only keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best! But I would have to forget about it for awhile first because I gotta wait 6 long weeks for the result!
Best of lucks to me!
I went to sleep quite early this time. At around midnight - after I got all the documents ready and photocopied and did another facial mask to get rid of the fatigue showing on my face.
My final interview appointment was 9.45am. But I was already there at 9am. I tried not to feel anything as Kathryn (another candidate) told me it was supposed to be a casual chat and I shouldn't be nervous.
The girl from the time slot before me was already waiting outside the room when I reached there. Approximately 45 minutes was allotted for each candidate but the actual interview time may be less. I greeted the girl and proceeded to the ladies. When I was back again, the girl had already entered the room.
I waited about 10 minutes before the girl finally came out and informed the interviewer that I had already arrived. I continued waiting as the interviewer did not give me further instructions to enter the room.
It was another 5 minutes' wait before the interviewer, Randa, popped her head out the door and invited me to enter. We greeted each other with a smile and out of the blue, she exclaimed, "Oh, I see something interesting already! Come inside!"
I was a bit surprised but happy that at least we had something else to talk about. As soon as I entered the room, she took hold of the fancy keychain on my bag and commented about how nice it was. The keychain was actually made up of a portion of a faux bold gold necklace my friend bought for me from Hong Kong and a black dangly keychain that I bought at Momoe, Midvalley. I told her I combined the two because the black keychain wasn't quite visible against my dark brown bag, so I added the gold bit because that necklace was very tacky anyway. Well, I didn't explain to her in as much detail as in here but it was close to what I told her. Anyway, the little chitchat really lightened up the situation!
By the way, there was only 1 interviewer this time. I heard some of the girls had 2 interviewers.
The interview began with Randa collecting all the necessary documents from me. Then she quizzed me on my past experiences as a waitress. Did u go the extra mile for customers? What was the situation like? Have you ever helped a customer solved a problem? How? Was there ever a situation where you were working in a team and there were problems that need to be solved? How did you solve it? Were there any negative comments from people about you? How did you handle and overcome it?
You will be asked to give specific examples here. If the interviewer thinks the example is not sufficient, she will ask you to give another one. The key here is to relax and talk normally. Don't let your nervousness affect you and it will be fine.
Right now I can only keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best! But I would have to forget about it for awhile first because I gotta wait 6 long weeks for the result!
Best of lucks to me!
Monday, May 21, 2007
Emirates Interview
I slept at 3am after all the preparations of doing my nails, facial mask and clothes fitting. Then I struggled to crawl out from my bed at 5.30am to take a shower and put on my makeup.
Such was how I prepared for my Emirates interview.
I didn't pin much hopes in it because I knew it was the toughest airline to get into and the pay is also the highest.
Despite leaving my house at approximately 7.15am, I was still nearly late for the 8am appointment because of the infamous traffic jam along Jalan Genting Klang. But thank God at least the line was moving and I made it to Renaissance right on time. There, I met again with Kathryn and Rachel, whom I met during the agent's screening test.
Andrew, the agent from Sass Atlantic, gave each of us our nametags with a number that was written on a piece of sticker we were to attach to our tops. I got a number 4, which I thought was great because it has always been my lucky number and it has been infinitely related to me throughout my life.
The interview began with the 2 interviewers - Angela and Randa, showing us the Emirates corporate videos. The final video was extremely entertaining as it was a music video featuring a number of their cabin crews playing instruments and singing. Gotta say they are really talented. There was rap, R'n'B, sitar, indian song, etc.
First Round - Group Discussion
I think there were about 50 girls at the interview that day. We were divided into 4 groups of 10-12 (estimation because I'm not quite sure). I was in group 1. Two groups go into the interview hall at once and the group discussion was conducted simultaneously but separately. We sat according to numerical order in a circle.
First, we needed to find out 2 things not included in the CV about the girl sitting on our right side. I was to introduce Allen, who likes to eat chocolates and her favourite movie is Lord of the Rings. My introduction was short but there were some girls who elaborated the points into 3-4 things.
Then we proceeded to the discussion. Our topic was "Should mobile phones be given to children and if yes, at what age?". It was the exact same topic as the agent screening test. As we were discussing, Randa went around the circle to observe each of us and scribbled down the remarks on the forms.
After the discussion ended, we had to do the reach test and finally we proceeded to wait outside the hall for the result. We waited for quite a long time - around 15 minutes before Randa came out to put the results on the table. Each of us got a note regardless of the result with our numbers written on the top left hand corner. So when I got mine and it read, "Thank you for your time...", I thought, "Okay, I'm gonna waste my leave again and go home early". But then the next paragraph, it read, "...successful of proceeding...". I couldn't believe my eyes but really thanked God for letting me pass this!
The advice that Andrew gave us really worked. Just help each other out and don't be too aggressive. The most important thing isn't the answer but the way you express yourself. So it doesn't matter whether you give the right answer. Don't be too stubborn with your opinions. My advice on the "find out 2 things about the girl on your right" part is - when they say 2 things then make sure you only say 2, NOT 3 or 4 or 5. Because as Andrew repeated to us during the briefing time and again, they look for people who follow instructions. Most of the girls who got too carried away were eliminated. It's easy to disregard this when you are trying to stand out from the rest. So gotta be careful. There will also be traps like these throughout the interview so just be careful.
Second Round - English Test
The English test was a written test which was fairly easy in comprehension but it's the answers that were the killer! It was very tricky and there often seemed to be more than one answer is suitable for the question. So, really think carefully before you answer!
The final section was the essay but it carries no marks so it's a safe bet to do it at the very end. I think maybe they are only trying to see how you express yourself. The passing mark for this test is 32/40.
Third Round - Group Discussion
This time, we discussed in a smaller group of 6-7 people. The topic this time is more difficult.
Question
Assuming you are the management for a company which has its sales and revenues dropping significantly over the past few months because of excessive workload and its staff morales had also degraded considerably. Organize a 2-day getaway to motivate the staff. Discuss about the destination, budget and the activities to be done there. Take into consideration that 2 of the staff can get quite intoxicated during parties, most staff are married and with children.
Again, bear in mind that the answer is not important. Don't claw at anyone who doesn't agree with you. Instead, acknowledge a good idea from others if you heard one. If you really have to express a different opinion, do it with a moderate tone of voice and don't be too stubborn about your own opinions.
Elimination was after every round.
Finally, came the Psychometric test, of which there will be no elimination thereafter. It consisted of 185 questions to be completed in 40 minutes. Listen to the instructions given by the interviewers carefully as they might be different from the ones in the booklets. There will be no rights or wrongs in this test as it's merely a personality test. But there were a few IQ and Maths questions at the end.
At the end of the day, 35 girls were shorlisted to go to the final interview. It was a huge achievement and even Andrew commented that we must be the best batch from Malaysia ever. Because previously, they never managed to get this many girls shorlisted to the final in Malaysia. The batch who had the interview a day before us had 16 girls go to the final.
Applying for Emirates is really a huge investment of time and money. We had to reshoot all of our pictures in formal attire - 1 full length and 4 passport photos. The requirement is to put on some light makeup, wear skirt suit and court shoes (plain with no decorations whatsoever). They expect nothing to be too fashionable. And we have to place our hands on either side of the body and can't stike up any pose. You might wanna put one of your legs slightly behind the other to avoid looking like a gargoyle. But make sure both legs are fully visible or you're gonna have to reshoot your pictures and send it to them by registered mail and waste your hard-earned money. What I did was took 2 pictures in different pose and let the interviewers choose the better one.
In addition, we also have to submit 2 full length casual photos. These can be pictures you took while you were on vacation so you don't have to retake it again. The interviewer was so nice to even suggest that we could just show them a few of our personal photos for them to choose the best ones.
Aside from that, we have to provide them with 2 business emails (i.e. abc@streamyx.com; abc@hsbc.com) of our employers. Strictly NO public domain emails (i.e. yahoo, hotmail). But I'm gonna give them my colleagues' emails instead. Obviously, I'm not in the position to let my bosses know I'm applying for other jobs and the people who know my work performance better are my colleagues since they've worked with me closely, right?
The final interview will be where they dissect your personality and quiz you on your strengths and weaknesses. Andrew says as long as you can balance out your weaknesses with your strength and it should be alright. Really hope so.
Hope everything will go well for my final interview. I'm trying not to pin too much hopes on this one because in case I don't succeed, at least I won't be so disappointed. Hope for the best, though. Notice how many "hope" I mentioned back there? Geez!!!
Wish me LUCK, people!
Also calling all my GUARDIAN ANGELS!
Such was how I prepared for my Emirates interview.
I didn't pin much hopes in it because I knew it was the toughest airline to get into and the pay is also the highest.
Despite leaving my house at approximately 7.15am, I was still nearly late for the 8am appointment because of the infamous traffic jam along Jalan Genting Klang. But thank God at least the line was moving and I made it to Renaissance right on time. There, I met again with Kathryn and Rachel, whom I met during the agent's screening test.
Andrew, the agent from Sass Atlantic, gave each of us our nametags with a number that was written on a piece of sticker we were to attach to our tops. I got a number 4, which I thought was great because it has always been my lucky number and it has been infinitely related to me throughout my life.
The interview began with the 2 interviewers - Angela and Randa, showing us the Emirates corporate videos. The final video was extremely entertaining as it was a music video featuring a number of their cabin crews playing instruments and singing. Gotta say they are really talented. There was rap, R'n'B, sitar, indian song, etc.
First Round - Group Discussion
I think there were about 50 girls at the interview that day. We were divided into 4 groups of 10-12 (estimation because I'm not quite sure). I was in group 1. Two groups go into the interview hall at once and the group discussion was conducted simultaneously but separately. We sat according to numerical order in a circle.
First, we needed to find out 2 things not included in the CV about the girl sitting on our right side. I was to introduce Allen, who likes to eat chocolates and her favourite movie is Lord of the Rings. My introduction was short but there were some girls who elaborated the points into 3-4 things.
Then we proceeded to the discussion. Our topic was "Should mobile phones be given to children and if yes, at what age?". It was the exact same topic as the agent screening test. As we were discussing, Randa went around the circle to observe each of us and scribbled down the remarks on the forms.
After the discussion ended, we had to do the reach test and finally we proceeded to wait outside the hall for the result. We waited for quite a long time - around 15 minutes before Randa came out to put the results on the table. Each of us got a note regardless of the result with our numbers written on the top left hand corner. So when I got mine and it read, "Thank you for your time...", I thought, "Okay, I'm gonna waste my leave again and go home early". But then the next paragraph, it read, "...successful of proceeding...". I couldn't believe my eyes but really thanked God for letting me pass this!
The advice that Andrew gave us really worked. Just help each other out and don't be too aggressive. The most important thing isn't the answer but the way you express yourself. So it doesn't matter whether you give the right answer. Don't be too stubborn with your opinions. My advice on the "find out 2 things about the girl on your right" part is - when they say 2 things then make sure you only say 2, NOT 3 or 4 or 5. Because as Andrew repeated to us during the briefing time and again, they look for people who follow instructions. Most of the girls who got too carried away were eliminated. It's easy to disregard this when you are trying to stand out from the rest. So gotta be careful. There will also be traps like these throughout the interview so just be careful.
Second Round - English Test
The English test was a written test which was fairly easy in comprehension but it's the answers that were the killer! It was very tricky and there often seemed to be more than one answer is suitable for the question. So, really think carefully before you answer!
The final section was the essay but it carries no marks so it's a safe bet to do it at the very end. I think maybe they are only trying to see how you express yourself. The passing mark for this test is 32/40.
Third Round - Group Discussion
This time, we discussed in a smaller group of 6-7 people. The topic this time is more difficult.
Question
Assuming you are the management for a company which has its sales and revenues dropping significantly over the past few months because of excessive workload and its staff morales had also degraded considerably. Organize a 2-day getaway to motivate the staff. Discuss about the destination, budget and the activities to be done there. Take into consideration that 2 of the staff can get quite intoxicated during parties, most staff are married and with children.
Again, bear in mind that the answer is not important. Don't claw at anyone who doesn't agree with you. Instead, acknowledge a good idea from others if you heard one. If you really have to express a different opinion, do it with a moderate tone of voice and don't be too stubborn about your own opinions.
Elimination was after every round.
Finally, came the Psychometric test, of which there will be no elimination thereafter. It consisted of 185 questions to be completed in 40 minutes. Listen to the instructions given by the interviewers carefully as they might be different from the ones in the booklets. There will be no rights or wrongs in this test as it's merely a personality test. But there were a few IQ and Maths questions at the end.
At the end of the day, 35 girls were shorlisted to go to the final interview. It was a huge achievement and even Andrew commented that we must be the best batch from Malaysia ever. Because previously, they never managed to get this many girls shorlisted to the final in Malaysia. The batch who had the interview a day before us had 16 girls go to the final.
Applying for Emirates is really a huge investment of time and money. We had to reshoot all of our pictures in formal attire - 1 full length and 4 passport photos. The requirement is to put on some light makeup, wear skirt suit and court shoes (plain with no decorations whatsoever). They expect nothing to be too fashionable. And we have to place our hands on either side of the body and can't stike up any pose. You might wanna put one of your legs slightly behind the other to avoid looking like a gargoyle. But make sure both legs are fully visible or you're gonna have to reshoot your pictures and send it to them by registered mail and waste your hard-earned money. What I did was took 2 pictures in different pose and let the interviewers choose the better one.
In addition, we also have to submit 2 full length casual photos. These can be pictures you took while you were on vacation so you don't have to retake it again. The interviewer was so nice to even suggest that we could just show them a few of our personal photos for them to choose the best ones.
Aside from that, we have to provide them with 2 business emails (i.e. abc@streamyx.com; abc@hsbc.com) of our employers. Strictly NO public domain emails (i.e. yahoo, hotmail). But I'm gonna give them my colleagues' emails instead. Obviously, I'm not in the position to let my bosses know I'm applying for other jobs and the people who know my work performance better are my colleagues since they've worked with me closely, right?
The final interview will be where they dissect your personality and quiz you on your strengths and weaknesses. Andrew says as long as you can balance out your weaknesses with your strength and it should be alright. Really hope so.
Hope everything will go well for my final interview. I'm trying not to pin too much hopes on this one because in case I don't succeed, at least I won't be so disappointed. Hope for the best, though. Notice how many "hope" I mentioned back there? Geez!!!
Wish me LUCK, people!
Also calling all my GUARDIAN ANGELS!
What can you do with RM1?
The visit to Hospital Kuala Lumpur 2 weeks ago was a pleasant one. Who says government hospitals are inefficient? They have really improved a great deal from the old days.
I was there at about 7.45am and there was already 6-8 rows of patients waiting in line in front of the numbering counters. There were about 6-8 counters there giving out the numbers. We waited until 8pm when the counters opened promptly and I got my number within 10 minutes.
Then I proceeded to the consultation hall consisting 17 consultation rooms. Here, I waited 15-20 minutes. Each room consisted of 2 doctors if I'm not mistaken. got a young female chinese and after I told her all the symptoms and showed her the referral letter, she referred me to the hospital's specialist straightaway.
However, I was in for a long wait at the ENT specialist - about 2 hours. The doctor assured me that there's no foreign matters in my throat but it's a bit red. The nurse gave me a prescription form and I went downstairs to the dispensary to get my medicine. I got a box of Amoxicillin (antiboitic), nasal/oral spray (which looks scarily like asthmatic spray) and a gargle. These medicines all look awfully expensive! But guess what, I got all these - the consultation of 2 doctors and the medicines for a mere RM1!!! What can you do with RM1 nowadays?
I sure ain't complaining about their service at this point. Everything was wrapped up by 11.30am. If I had gone to the private ENT specialist I made an appointment with earlier, it would have cost me RM120 just for cosultation and treatment. Imagine...now I got all that with only RM1!
P/S: My throat feels better already but I got a fever yesterday so it's infected again, DAMN!
I was there at about 7.45am and there was already 6-8 rows of patients waiting in line in front of the numbering counters. There were about 6-8 counters there giving out the numbers. We waited until 8pm when the counters opened promptly and I got my number within 10 minutes.
Then I proceeded to the consultation hall consisting 17 consultation rooms. Here, I waited 15-20 minutes. Each room consisted of 2 doctors if I'm not mistaken. got a young female chinese and after I told her all the symptoms and showed her the referral letter, she referred me to the hospital's specialist straightaway.
However, I was in for a long wait at the ENT specialist - about 2 hours. The doctor assured me that there's no foreign matters in my throat but it's a bit red. The nurse gave me a prescription form and I went downstairs to the dispensary to get my medicine. I got a box of Amoxicillin (antiboitic), nasal/oral spray (which looks scarily like asthmatic spray) and a gargle. These medicines all look awfully expensive! But guess what, I got all these - the consultation of 2 doctors and the medicines for a mere RM1!!! What can you do with RM1 nowadays?
I sure ain't complaining about their service at this point. Everything was wrapped up by 11.30am. If I had gone to the private ENT specialist I made an appointment with earlier, it would have cost me RM120 just for cosultation and treatment. Imagine...now I got all that with only RM1!
P/S: My throat feels better already but I got a fever yesterday so it's infected again, DAMN!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Sore throat...oh go away!
I'm going to the Hospital Kuala Lumpur located next to Bulatan Pahang tomorrow at 7am.
Been having sore throat and throat discomfort for 3 months straight!
Mom's been lamenting that I should lay off the spices, especially kimchi. She even suggested it could be cancer! Gosh, don't scare me ok! But hell, I eat kimchi, like, once every coupla months. And I've restrained myself from eating spicy food for about a month now and a week ago I just broke the fast.
And my throat still feels weird. It isn't painful now but feels like something's blocking the air passages. Nope, haven't got runny nose or phlegm. But shit, I can't even be sure whether or not I have phlegm. Because I can't seem to purge out any. However, it certainly feels like phlegm. Aaaarrrggghhhhh!!!
God bless me it's not anything serious. Hope the appointment to see the government specialist will be soon enough. If not, I might go and see a private specialist.
But damn, how I hate private specialists! They are notorious for conducting blood- (or money-) sucking activities to their patients. Gone are the days when good old docs are compassionate and genuinely care for their patients. Now it's all about money!
Frankly speaking, government hospitals now are a huge improvement from the past so yeah, go check them out. We've paid them all those taxes every year anyway, so why not utilize it to the fullest? Would be dumb not to. All you gotta endure is possibly a few hours' wait and your medical bills are only a coupla RMs, far cry from the blood suckers.
So I'm gonna charge in there the second it opens its door tomorrow.
Been having sore throat and throat discomfort for 3 months straight!
Mom's been lamenting that I should lay off the spices, especially kimchi. She even suggested it could be cancer! Gosh, don't scare me ok! But hell, I eat kimchi, like, once every coupla months. And I've restrained myself from eating spicy food for about a month now and a week ago I just broke the fast.
And my throat still feels weird. It isn't painful now but feels like something's blocking the air passages. Nope, haven't got runny nose or phlegm. But shit, I can't even be sure whether or not I have phlegm. Because I can't seem to purge out any. However, it certainly feels like phlegm. Aaaarrrggghhhhh!!!
God bless me it's not anything serious. Hope the appointment to see the government specialist will be soon enough. If not, I might go and see a private specialist.
But damn, how I hate private specialists! They are notorious for conducting blood- (or money-) sucking activities to their patients. Gone are the days when good old docs are compassionate and genuinely care for their patients. Now it's all about money!
Frankly speaking, government hospitals now are a huge improvement from the past so yeah, go check them out. We've paid them all those taxes every year anyway, so why not utilize it to the fullest? Would be dumb not to. All you gotta endure is possibly a few hours' wait and your medical bills are only a coupla RMs, far cry from the blood suckers.
So I'm gonna charge in there the second it opens its door tomorrow.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Sweet Valentine
It was Valentine's Day yesterday. I'm never interested in this overly commercialized festival. In fact, me and Shyan have never celebrated it ever since we went steady. Sure, if it doesn't fall on weekdays, we'd probably go somewhere nice and have dinner but it always falls on weekdays.
Hence, every Valentine's Day in my life came and went just like any other day. Well, I'm a lazy bum who doesn't care to be romantic. If my other half makes an effort to make it special, of course I'd be more than happy. Don't misunderstand, we love each other to bits. But we just can't find in our souls the romaticism in us. Moreover, as cliche as it sounds, it's Valentine's every single day for us. Hah!
I wouldn't mind if my V-day is lukewarm, but my bosses just spoilt it for me last nite. It's got to do with the pitch job that they wanted us to work on even on Sunday last week. It's a huge campaign stretching across billboard and press ads, brochures, and such. I better not disclose so much in the company's interest.
I try not to mind having to do overtime on V-day. I thought,"Oh well, I probably can knock off around 9pm." But last night, LAST NIGHT a.k.a. Valentine's Nite, I went back only at MIDNIGHT! Sweet, huh? Thought so.
Anyone who's gone for pitching would know for a huge project like this, the designing agency is already set up by the client beforehand. They just open it for pitching because they are going by the procedure. Anyway, I don't think we can get this job and they briefed us at the eleventh hour, how're we gonna come up with work to impress? We were only wasting all our time and holidays doing something that'll be flushed down the drain. I certainly hope the company won't get the job because if we do, there'll be a damn lotta work and we the staff will get nothing in return. No bonus, no raise, no company trips, NO NOTHING!
We're not just talking about bonus from last year's profit, but 4 entire years! According to my senior colleagues, they haven't receive bonus or a salary raise for 4 years. Where had all the money gone? Okay, you can stop having pity on my bosses because they really don't deserve it. Trust me. They only deserve the bitter fruits of my wrath (whoa, sounds literary back there!). Stop all the talks about how the company might not be earning any money.
As I said, they got a brand new car and laptop for themselves last year, within a period of 3 months. Their office is located in a prestigious business address near KLCC and they'd been there for close to a decade. Surely you'll know how expensive the monthly overhead cost will be? Jobs kept coming in and for each, they charge astronomical figures that's comparable to 4As companies. They never give any of their clients any hampers during CNY either.
Think I should leave?
Thought so.
Hence, every Valentine's Day in my life came and went just like any other day. Well, I'm a lazy bum who doesn't care to be romantic. If my other half makes an effort to make it special, of course I'd be more than happy. Don't misunderstand, we love each other to bits. But we just can't find in our souls the romaticism in us. Moreover, as cliche as it sounds, it's Valentine's every single day for us. Hah!
I wouldn't mind if my V-day is lukewarm, but my bosses just spoilt it for me last nite. It's got to do with the pitch job that they wanted us to work on even on Sunday last week. It's a huge campaign stretching across billboard and press ads, brochures, and such. I better not disclose so much in the company's interest.
I try not to mind having to do overtime on V-day. I thought,"Oh well, I probably can knock off around 9pm." But last night, LAST NIGHT a.k.a. Valentine's Nite, I went back only at MIDNIGHT! Sweet, huh? Thought so.
Anyone who's gone for pitching would know for a huge project like this, the designing agency is already set up by the client beforehand. They just open it for pitching because they are going by the procedure. Anyway, I don't think we can get this job and they briefed us at the eleventh hour, how're we gonna come up with work to impress? We were only wasting all our time and holidays doing something that'll be flushed down the drain. I certainly hope the company won't get the job because if we do, there'll be a damn lotta work and we the staff will get nothing in return. No bonus, no raise, no company trips, NO NOTHING!
We're not just talking about bonus from last year's profit, but 4 entire years! According to my senior colleagues, they haven't receive bonus or a salary raise for 4 years. Where had all the money gone? Okay, you can stop having pity on my bosses because they really don't deserve it. Trust me. They only deserve the bitter fruits of my wrath (whoa, sounds literary back there!). Stop all the talks about how the company might not be earning any money.
As I said, they got a brand new car and laptop for themselves last year, within a period of 3 months. Their office is located in a prestigious business address near KLCC and they'd been there for close to a decade. Surely you'll know how expensive the monthly overhead cost will be? Jobs kept coming in and for each, they charge astronomical figures that's comparable to 4As companies. They never give any of their clients any hampers during CNY either.
Think I should leave?
Thought so.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Have A Taste of My Wrath
Here's a quick update...
Subsequent to the previous entry, I began my little gesture of cursing my bosses silently almost daily. Well, it seems that my work paid off and after 2 days of cursing, something happened. My friend actually suggested me to curse them to have cancer. But that was too evil for a sweet little thing like me to do so I settled for something else.
Curse #1
Their Ford Escape is brand new. I wish a drunk Indian will smash their car with a parang til it looks nothing like a car anymore.
Reality: Pauline's (female boss) car got a summon ticket this morning.
Curse #2
Pauline's laptop is also new. I curse that it will be infected with a formidable hardware virus so that it's reduced to useless steel.
Reality: Steven's (male boss) computer had a downtime today. I dunno what was wrong with it but according to my colleague,"His computer's down."
Curse #3
May they get sick during Chinese New Year.
Reality: Yet to be realized.
Verdict
Although reality isn't so cruel to them, I'll be waiting to see if I can have the sweet taste of my third curse. Yeah I know it's bad to curse people during Chinese New Year. But well, they deserve it.
Subsequent to the previous entry, I began my little gesture of cursing my bosses silently almost daily. Well, it seems that my work paid off and after 2 days of cursing, something happened. My friend actually suggested me to curse them to have cancer. But that was too evil for a sweet little thing like me to do so I settled for something else.
Curse #1
Their Ford Escape is brand new. I wish a drunk Indian will smash their car with a parang til it looks nothing like a car anymore.
Reality: Pauline's (female boss) car got a summon ticket this morning.
Curse #2
Pauline's laptop is also new. I curse that it will be infected with a formidable hardware virus so that it's reduced to useless steel.
Reality: Steven's (male boss) computer had a downtime today. I dunno what was wrong with it but according to my colleague,"His computer's down."
Curse #3
May they get sick during Chinese New Year.
Reality: Yet to be realized.
Verdict
Although reality isn't so cruel to them, I'll be waiting to see if I can have the sweet taste of my third curse. Yeah I know it's bad to curse people during Chinese New Year. But well, they deserve it.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
SCREW My Boss!!!
Fuckin' tired of this! It's supposed to be an idyllic Sunday and I'm stuck in the damn office doing Goddamn work for the fuckin' bosses! Screw them for all I care! No bonus, no raise and still wanna squeeze us dry! I'm leavin' this year and that's it!
May you have a day in hell soon, Pauline & Steven!
May you have a day in hell soon, Pauline & Steven!
Friday, February 02, 2007
Venting My Frustrations Nowhere
It's Feb 2 and yours truly's salary is still pending. Unbelievable? You better believe it! I've got pretty darn good bosses! I won't give a damn if it's other months but this month is CNY ok? Where am I gonna get the money to shop? And I don't think there'd be a bonus for all of us in the office either. Before you jump into conclusions, this has got absolutely NOTHING to do with company's profits...because our company's been quite a big earner for the past year and while the bosses' pockets are swelling with $$$, we employees are starved and wretched. Jobs kept coming in and we are heavily understaffed in the studio department. And the fees they charge can be even heftier than 4As companies! How's that for a no-bonus company? In fact, one of my bosses just made the switch from his coupla years old Ford Focus to a spanking new Ford Escape. No business? I honestly don't believe lor.
I just had a glimmer of the the tiniest hope when I heard the sound of perforated paper-tearing coming from my lady boss' room. Good, probably can get the cheque today. But guess what? I ain't see no cheques. Before she went back, she told the admin she was too busy to get our salaries done. Admin thinks she's probably gonna do it on Monday.
HELLO! Monday is already the 5th! By the time I bank in the cheque and wait till it's cleared, it'd be 7th or 8th!
GR8!
I just had a glimmer of the the tiniest hope when I heard the sound of perforated paper-tearing coming from my lady boss' room. Good, probably can get the cheque today. But guess what? I ain't see no cheques. Before she went back, she told the admin she was too busy to get our salaries done. Admin thinks she's probably gonna do it on Monday.
HELLO! Monday is already the 5th! By the time I bank in the cheque and wait till it's cleared, it'd be 7th or 8th!
GR8!
Friday, January 12, 2007
Travelling? Ooooooooh....
Words have been circulating around our small & homely office that a company trip might be well in the pipeline.
It all happened one morning when I sauntered airily (and slightly late too) into the studio one boring morning and found Steven, Mala and Nazha talking excitedly about something on The Star. Turned out it was the hotter than hot deal from Air Asia - the 1 million free air tickets giveaway.
Initially the first choice falls on Bangkok. However, Pauline (the lady boss) suggested to go somewhere cool and not so tropical. Thus, another two options came up: Perth & Korea. Well, those two are definitely not my cup of tea on the financial front. The calculation goes something like this; for Bangkok, it'll be around RM500 per pax including accommodation. The company will probably absorb all that and all I need 2 bring will basically be myself, 2 big bags (for shopping goodies) and some pocket money. Well, I can at least fork out RM400 as expense since the trip will probably be in April.
However, for Perth or Korea, we'd most definitely have to top up half of the cost PLUS pocket money! For those 2 options, it'll cost around 1k per pax so I'd have to squeeze like 500-600 bucks and also the spending money. God, where am I gonna get that kinda $$$??!?
It all happened one morning when I sauntered airily (and slightly late too) into the studio one boring morning and found Steven, Mala and Nazha talking excitedly about something on The Star. Turned out it was the hotter than hot deal from Air Asia - the 1 million free air tickets giveaway.
Initially the first choice falls on Bangkok. However, Pauline (the lady boss) suggested to go somewhere cool and not so tropical. Thus, another two options came up: Perth & Korea. Well, those two are definitely not my cup of tea on the financial front. The calculation goes something like this; for Bangkok, it'll be around RM500 per pax including accommodation. The company will probably absorb all that and all I need 2 bring will basically be myself, 2 big bags (for shopping goodies) and some pocket money. Well, I can at least fork out RM400 as expense since the trip will probably be in April.
However, for Perth or Korea, we'd most definitely have to top up half of the cost PLUS pocket money! For those 2 options, it'll cost around 1k per pax so I'd have to squeeze like 500-600 bucks and also the spending money. God, where am I gonna get that kinda $$$??!?
Friday, December 29, 2006
Rambling on & on & on & on & on.....
This Christmas, I received a merry number of Christmas trees. And the convenient part is, they don't make a warehouse of my dwelling. Well, they did clogged up my cellphone message memory though. Yeah, happy that people remember to wish me but as the SMSes I received became more similar to each other, I just stopped reading the rest of the messages. Most of them are the same anyway, although some may be different, but all starts with a tree right at the top. *YAWN* How boring...Guess I can't really complain since I don't even know how to create those cutesy SMSes eh? Okay, so don't hesitate to send me another ubiquitous message next festive season. It's totally ok. It's only meant to be greetings. Just that it'll be a bit boring, that's all. Don't worry about it. Geez, WHAT am I blabbering about???
The last coupla days (almost) the whole world was plagued with Internet connection problem due to the Taiwan earthquake. Super-glad it's recovered since. While worrying about the telecommunication prob, hope people can also be more conscious of the plight of the earthquake victims. Nah, I dunno how bad (or good) their situation is now but it just struck me as extremely weird that most people only worry about when the Internet is coming back on instead of how bad the destruction was in the affected areas. Well, THAT might as well includes yours truly too.
Bloggers worldwide had gone bonkers over the disruption too, complaining about how they can't blog and how it's affecting their work because all their contacts and data are online; some have pent-up emotions which they can't release & blah blah blah...Funny people there. Guess we have ourselves to blame for depending so much on the Internet. Should seriously keep backups of important data or contacts offline. And if you got some fucked-up emotions to pen about and the fucked-up Internet is still immersed underwater unfixed, then just open up Microsoft Word and write anything you want there lah! After that just copy and paste into ur blog! Is that so hard to do, egghead?!? Don't complain about not having to let out your unimportant feeling. It's not THE most important thing in the world ok? Important things are like emergency calls, stock market update, etc.
Well, not that I wasn't without my share of woes. I couldn't play online games behind my bosses' backs. And they're on vacation til next week starting yesterday ok? Now that is important - having an office vacation.
And then there's the Great Johor Flood. People who know me probably know where I'm from. Bless the victims and let's hope the second wave won't come at all. Also thank all the sweet deities and fairies and lucky stars in the universe that my house wasn't immersed in 7 feet deep water. In fact, thank God it didn't kena flood at all! Hope my family's doing fine down south cos there's been lotsa traffic congestion in JB. Oh, please let it stop raining soon!
Hmmm...I suddenly feel like going to karaoke.
The last coupla days (almost) the whole world was plagued with Internet connection problem due to the Taiwan earthquake. Super-glad it's recovered since. While worrying about the telecommunication prob, hope people can also be more conscious of the plight of the earthquake victims. Nah, I dunno how bad (or good) their situation is now but it just struck me as extremely weird that most people only worry about when the Internet is coming back on instead of how bad the destruction was in the affected areas. Well, THAT might as well includes yours truly too.
Bloggers worldwide had gone bonkers over the disruption too, complaining about how they can't blog and how it's affecting their work because all their contacts and data are online; some have pent-up emotions which they can't release & blah blah blah...Funny people there. Guess we have ourselves to blame for depending so much on the Internet. Should seriously keep backups of important data or contacts offline. And if you got some fucked-up emotions to pen about and the fucked-up Internet is still immersed underwater unfixed, then just open up Microsoft Word and write anything you want there lah! After that just copy and paste into ur blog! Is that so hard to do, egghead?!? Don't complain about not having to let out your unimportant feeling. It's not THE most important thing in the world ok? Important things are like emergency calls, stock market update, etc.
Well, not that I wasn't without my share of woes. I couldn't play online games behind my bosses' backs. And they're on vacation til next week starting yesterday ok? Now that is important - having an office vacation.
And then there's the Great Johor Flood. People who know me probably know where I'm from. Bless the victims and let's hope the second wave won't come at all. Also thank all the sweet deities and fairies and lucky stars in the universe that my house wasn't immersed in 7 feet deep water. In fact, thank God it didn't kena flood at all! Hope my family's doing fine down south cos there's been lotsa traffic congestion in JB. Oh, please let it stop raining soon!
Hmmm...I suddenly feel like going to karaoke.
Friday, December 15, 2006
High School Shakespeare
Here's a poem I wrote about Hanson when I was 16 or 17. Missing the days when I could write like a muse...
A Night Underneath The Stars
Wish upon the three stars hanging in the sky,
The dark shroud enveloping the night,
Yet, the stars sparkle, glimmer and shine,
While the darkness yields to balustrade the light
emanating from the hot tiny suns,
The three hold their ground...or space,
Sculpting their light from the night,
Turning it into a haven of angelic shrines,
Pushing the labyrinth of crudeness
away from their flawless constellation,
Attempting to be impervious
to the Purgatory around them,
Language of the heart
tinkles from their deft fingers,
Casting light and glitter
upon the appreciative land,
The glassy surface not-withstanding,
For it is a mirage,
One on the desert of Sahara,
And it passes quickly,
For a fraction of a lightyear,
With the divisions being infinity,
And a sunny day in Paradise gone by,
The land was deceived,
Leaving it with a bitter-sweet reverie,
Of forgotten cities of watery Atlantis,
or of lush Pompeii,
It is all but an illusion
that attempts to mimic the brilliance of the stars,
The stars shine, still
Though they might have turned into dusts,
When their precious gem of white and silver,
Reaches my eyes,
Sending a beautiful message unsigned,
Leaving my final wish unfulfilled,
And takes me back to alpha,
But I know; and comprehend
All these will lead me back
to the omega of the stars,
I dread the arrival of that sunrise,
Though anticipation has settled in my mind,
For my mind's eye has witnessed a vision,
Vivid and clear as day,
Fondly will I remember the stars,
As a reflection from my past,
Veritable in comparison to the raging fireball of life,
For the three stars are my guides,
In my memory,
They are mine.
Amen.
It's also posted here.
A Night Underneath The Stars
Wish upon the three stars hanging in the sky,
The dark shroud enveloping the night,
Yet, the stars sparkle, glimmer and shine,
While the darkness yields to balustrade the light
emanating from the hot tiny suns,
The three hold their ground...or space,
Sculpting their light from the night,
Turning it into a haven of angelic shrines,
Pushing the labyrinth of crudeness
away from their flawless constellation,
Attempting to be impervious
to the Purgatory around them,
Language of the heart
tinkles from their deft fingers,
Casting light and glitter
upon the appreciative land,
The glassy surface not-withstanding,
For it is a mirage,
One on the desert of Sahara,
And it passes quickly,
For a fraction of a lightyear,
With the divisions being infinity,
And a sunny day in Paradise gone by,
The land was deceived,
Leaving it with a bitter-sweet reverie,
Of forgotten cities of watery Atlantis,
or of lush Pompeii,
It is all but an illusion
that attempts to mimic the brilliance of the stars,
The stars shine, still
Though they might have turned into dusts,
When their precious gem of white and silver,
Reaches my eyes,
Sending a beautiful message unsigned,
Leaving my final wish unfulfilled,
And takes me back to alpha,
But I know; and comprehend
All these will lead me back
to the omega of the stars,
I dread the arrival of that sunrise,
Though anticipation has settled in my mind,
For my mind's eye has witnessed a vision,
Vivid and clear as day,
Fondly will I remember the stars,
As a reflection from my past,
Veritable in comparison to the raging fireball of life,
For the three stars are my guides,
In my memory,
They are mine.
Amen.
It's also posted here.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Bite Me!
Been having one of those days in which I'm doubting my self-worth. I dunno how much I'm worth but I don't think it's only worth this much.
Truth is, I think I'm slowly turning into a monster I despise the most. Probably because I've got nothing better to do after work these days. Seriously, I'm morphing into one of those housewives who do nothing other than gossip about other people. The thought scares me to death but sadly, I'm still alive. Hah!
Wondering what makes me the brat I am today. Well, maybe my current life is too much like a bowl of lukewarm water - neither hot nor cold. Too comfortable, which makes me unfeeling. I should probably think about venturing into uncharted territories to add some spice to my ever-so-boring life.
But how?
Truth is, I think I'm slowly turning into a monster I despise the most. Probably because I've got nothing better to do after work these days. Seriously, I'm morphing into one of those housewives who do nothing other than gossip about other people. The thought scares me to death but sadly, I'm still alive. Hah!
Wondering what makes me the brat I am today. Well, maybe my current life is too much like a bowl of lukewarm water - neither hot nor cold. Too comfortable, which makes me unfeeling. I should probably think about venturing into uncharted territories to add some spice to my ever-so-boring life.
But how?
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Random Things That Piss Me Off...
1. A certain Taiwanese celebrity by the name of BARBIE
How she got that name really beats me. It's a wonder how her showbiz career can actually flourish with that sorta bimbotic name. Cruel fact is, she IS famous over there in Taiwan. Guess certain Taiwanese have weird taste, eh? And no, she doesn't look like Barbie at all, Creepie is more like it. Her acting sucks big time too.
2. Ridiculously stupid girls talking on cellphones at the bus/taxi stands
Actually, I only ran into one of them that I REALLY hate. So just forget about the plural form, will ya? The story goes as one day I was crossing the road to get home. A girl carrying plastic bags and files with her was yakking away on her cell. Nothing wrong with that. Problem was, she was blocking the way to get to the staircase. I walked around her and before I knew it, a magenta-coloured plastic bag was flying right at my face. Luckily, yours truly reacted fast enough to stop the confounding missile in mid-air with a raise of my right hand. I turned to my right just in time to hear the girl apologizing to me profusely. Turned out she was trying to hail a damn cab so she simply shot out her arm without bothering to check if anyone was behind her! How dumb can a homo sapien get? I mean, it was obvious that route was a busy one at that time of the day! And she couldn't have missed that because there were always a massive group of people crossing the road after they alight from buses. As I wasn't smacked right in the face, I let it go. Else, you'll see a corpse with a magenta plastic bag sprawled across the taxi stand in front of O.M. Fruits Juice on Jln Genting Klang.
3. Losers with and overdose of smelly "perfume"
Right before I ran into the stupid-talking-on-the-cellphone girl, I was on the bus and someone got on, I think it was a guy, with an overwhelming smell of his cheap perfume. It was a familiar smell that was ubiquitous but an overdose can certainly kill the kind folks (like me) around you, okay? I was so dizzy cooped up in the bus that I ran into the No. 2 calamity above straight after I got off the bus. Guess I wasn't walking properly because of the head-spinner.
4. PMS with flu in hibernation
Yeah I got it. TWO MONTHS in a row, gracious! Flu in hibernation means they are probably somewhere in my system just waiting to break loose and cause riot in my ever-so-healthy body. I get headaches and the feeling as though a fever is well on its way but it never comes. Geez, just let me get it over with, okay? On top of that, I'm losing blood!
5. Slow walkers who block my way
I'm tellin' ya, that taxi stand near my house might be cursed! It was drizzling so I didn't bother using my umbrella (Note: I was having a headache, a fever was brewing). A girl holding a brolly in front of me was walking quite slowly (probably because her pins were a bit short). I was gonna cut in front of her but by some inexplicable phenomena, my ankle bent and I landed as a crumple on the tar-coated sidewalk. I was cursing under my breath when a kind Indian gentlemen (younger than me, I assume), reached down and helped me to my feet. To this kind young man, I apologize for my probably scary facial expression that probably kept you back afterward. I didn't mean that, I was gonna thank you but I couldn't seem to twist the scowl into a grateful smile in time.
6. Scabs that stick to tissues/cotton pads
After episode No.5, I dressed up my wounds with yellow antiseptic and some cotton pads. I only covered my wounds with these when I sleep, in case I accidentally hurt it again in my dreams. Next morning, the scab stuck to the pad just a wee bit. I was dressing for work and was gonna wear long jeans so I thought I'd just cover up the wounds as well and wedged a piece of toilet paper in between the wound and the pad. When I got home that evening, I realized in horror that the scab was firmly stuck to the tissue paper. I tried tearing it away but my scab went with it. It was so painful that I let out a loud groan. Lucky no one was home. Long time since I last fell and injured myself, guess that explains for the lack of pain-endurance. After I peeled of the scab, my reddish pink and watery frail flesh was exposed. I really dunno how the guy in Long Khong survived after his skin was burnt and subsequently wiped away with a wet cloth.
How she got that name really beats me. It's a wonder how her showbiz career can actually flourish with that sorta bimbotic name. Cruel fact is, she IS famous over there in Taiwan. Guess certain Taiwanese have weird taste, eh? And no, she doesn't look like Barbie at all, Creepie is more like it. Her acting sucks big time too.
2. Ridiculously stupid girls talking on cellphones at the bus/taxi stands
Actually, I only ran into one of them that I REALLY hate. So just forget about the plural form, will ya? The story goes as one day I was crossing the road to get home. A girl carrying plastic bags and files with her was yakking away on her cell. Nothing wrong with that. Problem was, she was blocking the way to get to the staircase. I walked around her and before I knew it, a magenta-coloured plastic bag was flying right at my face. Luckily, yours truly reacted fast enough to stop the confounding missile in mid-air with a raise of my right hand. I turned to my right just in time to hear the girl apologizing to me profusely. Turned out she was trying to hail a damn cab so she simply shot out her arm without bothering to check if anyone was behind her! How dumb can a homo sapien get? I mean, it was obvious that route was a busy one at that time of the day! And she couldn't have missed that because there were always a massive group of people crossing the road after they alight from buses. As I wasn't smacked right in the face, I let it go. Else, you'll see a corpse with a magenta plastic bag sprawled across the taxi stand in front of O.M. Fruits Juice on Jln Genting Klang.
3. Losers with and overdose of smelly "perfume"
Right before I ran into the stupid-talking-on-the-cellphone girl, I was on the bus and someone got on, I think it was a guy, with an overwhelming smell of his cheap perfume. It was a familiar smell that was ubiquitous but an overdose can certainly kill the kind folks (like me) around you, okay? I was so dizzy cooped up in the bus that I ran into the No. 2 calamity above straight after I got off the bus. Guess I wasn't walking properly because of the head-spinner.
4. PMS with flu in hibernation
Yeah I got it. TWO MONTHS in a row, gracious! Flu in hibernation means they are probably somewhere in my system just waiting to break loose and cause riot in my ever-so-healthy body. I get headaches and the feeling as though a fever is well on its way but it never comes. Geez, just let me get it over with, okay? On top of that, I'm losing blood!
5. Slow walkers who block my way
I'm tellin' ya, that taxi stand near my house might be cursed! It was drizzling so I didn't bother using my umbrella (Note: I was having a headache, a fever was brewing). A girl holding a brolly in front of me was walking quite slowly (probably because her pins were a bit short). I was gonna cut in front of her but by some inexplicable phenomena, my ankle bent and I landed as a crumple on the tar-coated sidewalk. I was cursing under my breath when a kind Indian gentlemen (younger than me, I assume), reached down and helped me to my feet. To this kind young man, I apologize for my probably scary facial expression that probably kept you back afterward. I didn't mean that, I was gonna thank you but I couldn't seem to twist the scowl into a grateful smile in time.
6. Scabs that stick to tissues/cotton pads
After episode No.5, I dressed up my wounds with yellow antiseptic and some cotton pads. I only covered my wounds with these when I sleep, in case I accidentally hurt it again in my dreams. Next morning, the scab stuck to the pad just a wee bit. I was dressing for work and was gonna wear long jeans so I thought I'd just cover up the wounds as well and wedged a piece of toilet paper in between the wound and the pad. When I got home that evening, I realized in horror that the scab was firmly stuck to the tissue paper. I tried tearing it away but my scab went with it. It was so painful that I let out a loud groan. Lucky no one was home. Long time since I last fell and injured myself, guess that explains for the lack of pain-endurance. After I peeled of the scab, my reddish pink and watery frail flesh was exposed. I really dunno how the guy in Long Khong survived after his skin was burnt and subsequently wiped away with a wet cloth.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Again!!!
Had a major fight with Shyan yesterday, which was a Sunday. Geez, of all days! We were heading to Times Square for some aimless loitering. Heat was slowly building while we were hunting for a space in the parking lot. We were already up to level 7 WITHOUT a damn parking space!
Then I suggested we go down to the basement carpark if we can't find a space. Maybe I said it one time too many, shoot my mouth. Before that I was advising him not to leave his bags onboard unattended with robbing cases so prevalent nowadays. I also told him to lock his doors right after he gets on the car. Yeah I know was being naggy, especially while he was driving. But it wasn't the first time I advised him and he never takes heed. That was why I went on and on. Gee, I'm morphing into my mom.
Anyway, he wasn't happy with my suggestion and we went quiet. The firestarter was when his car ran into a bump in the carpark and he started yelling like a barbarian...in the car. I genuine hated that so I made some snide remarks and he totally lost it.
Gee, I don't think I wanna go on with this because it's gonna be really long. All I can say is, the fight ended with me crying in his arms after hurling abuse at each other for quite some time. So we didn't get to loiter at all, in fact we drove straight back and the fight stretched well into the car and into my house 3 hours later. He went to the cybercafe to cool off in-between.
I'm just glad that our fights always ends with us apologizing to each other. That means some kinda compromise and understanding are achieved.
Then I suggested we go down to the basement carpark if we can't find a space. Maybe I said it one time too many, shoot my mouth. Before that I was advising him not to leave his bags onboard unattended with robbing cases so prevalent nowadays. I also told him to lock his doors right after he gets on the car. Yeah I know was being naggy, especially while he was driving. But it wasn't the first time I advised him and he never takes heed. That was why I went on and on. Gee, I'm morphing into my mom.
Anyway, he wasn't happy with my suggestion and we went quiet. The firestarter was when his car ran into a bump in the carpark and he started yelling like a barbarian...in the car. I genuine hated that so I made some snide remarks and he totally lost it.
Gee, I don't think I wanna go on with this because it's gonna be really long. All I can say is, the fight ended with me crying in his arms after hurling abuse at each other for quite some time. So we didn't get to loiter at all, in fact we drove straight back and the fight stretched well into the car and into my house 3 hours later. He went to the cybercafe to cool off in-between.
I'm just glad that our fights always ends with us apologizing to each other. That means some kinda compromise and understanding are achieved.
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