after 3 days of orientation, i report for work proper tmr!
why in the name of all that is holy and sacred did i imagine that finding lunch kakis would be my biggest problem! CRAPPPPPPP, there are worse things.
okay but i have to admit im a weeeeee bit excited to find out whats gonna happen (although i certainly cannot deny that the fear of god has been instilled in me).
and it sucks to know that i am REALLY DAMN SMALL FRY.
sighhhhhh. note to self: must not degenerate into pancake =/
Monday, July 28, 2008
so on my first day of the job, i am going to write down what inspired, and will continue to inspire me to be a journalist.
er so that 6 months down the road, when i am feeling horribly jaded about what i do (yeah, reality bites), i will remember the time when i was fresh-faced and eager with all my ideals about changing the world and making a difference.
okay fine y'all may take this moment to go pukepuke now but i am serious ok. =D
during orientation today, our training head touched on a significant point which i felt was enough valid enough a reason to make me want to devote my life to this profession.
he said (and i paraphrase of course), that journalism should aspire to bring out the best in human nature, not cater to its baseness that thrives on voyeurism and mockery.
he quoted a case that happened like sibeh a long time ago, in which a mentally-disabled man was charged in court with molest and sentenced to like many strokes of the cane (i cant remember how many exactly). the paper reported these facts very objectively, and it incited a public reaction which was really quite amazing. letters poured into the forum, and social workers in particular stood up to what they felt was a great social injustice, by stating that people in general, lacked an understanding of the nature of mental disability, regardless of how slight such disabilities may appear to be. coping with sexuality is particularly difficult for the mentally-disabled because they are unable to understand the changes taking place in their bodies. so to cut a long story short, the molester's sentence was reduced. the court's decision was not explicitly explained but it's nice to believe that the journalist who wrote that story could have made all that difference, if only for the display of compassion that resulted from it that is truly inspiring. that said, it's nice to know that you can have a hand in raising public awareness so to speak.
ah and i ramble. this goody two-shoes act is so unlike meeeeeeeeee.
but i would like to have something to look back on in the months to come because i believe that you can never again see a job with the same eagerness and freshness of perspective that you once possessed when you first came on board.
and although i know that performance is key, i want to remind myself not to get too caught up in the politics of career pursuits because i would like to believe that this is not merely a job, but perhaps in some higher way, a calling.
haha and so that maybe at the end of the day, when the deluge threatens to overwhelm (which kinda seems to be the case even though its only the first day), i can find my reason to keep going. =)
er so that 6 months down the road, when i am feeling horribly jaded about what i do (yeah, reality bites), i will remember the time when i was fresh-faced and eager with all my ideals about changing the world and making a difference.
okay fine y'all may take this moment to go pukepuke now but i am serious ok. =D
during orientation today, our training head touched on a significant point which i felt was enough valid enough a reason to make me want to devote my life to this profession.
he said (and i paraphrase of course), that journalism should aspire to bring out the best in human nature, not cater to its baseness that thrives on voyeurism and mockery.
he quoted a case that happened like sibeh a long time ago, in which a mentally-disabled man was charged in court with molest and sentenced to like many strokes of the cane (i cant remember how many exactly). the paper reported these facts very objectively, and it incited a public reaction which was really quite amazing. letters poured into the forum, and social workers in particular stood up to what they felt was a great social injustice, by stating that people in general, lacked an understanding of the nature of mental disability, regardless of how slight such disabilities may appear to be. coping with sexuality is particularly difficult for the mentally-disabled because they are unable to understand the changes taking place in their bodies. so to cut a long story short, the molester's sentence was reduced. the court's decision was not explicitly explained but it's nice to believe that the journalist who wrote that story could have made all that difference, if only for the display of compassion that resulted from it that is truly inspiring. that said, it's nice to know that you can have a hand in raising public awareness so to speak.
ah and i ramble. this goody two-shoes act is so unlike meeeeeeeeee.
but i would like to have something to look back on in the months to come because i believe that you can never again see a job with the same eagerness and freshness of perspective that you once possessed when you first came on board.
and although i know that performance is key, i want to remind myself not to get too caught up in the politics of career pursuits because i would like to believe that this is not merely a job, but perhaps in some higher way, a calling.
haha and so that maybe at the end of the day, when the deluge threatens to overwhelm (which kinda seems to be the case even though its only the first day), i can find my reason to keep going. =)
Sunday, July 27, 2008
OMFG FIRST DAY TOMORROW.
and frankly i am terrified.
now i really should be worrying more about whether im actually up to the job. instead i wailed to my teammates today: 'OH LORDY WHAT IF NOBODY WANTS TO EAT LUNCH WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEE'
yeah ok i admit my priorities are royally screwed. how shall i be taken seriously as a working adult! pfffft =/
anyways i really heart the litfolk. everytime we meet up i always get sentimental (yes despite my hardcore demeanour (TEEHEE) i am sucha softy okay). possibility of one of them becoming a colleague which would be so awesome. almost like having a little piece of the hons room with me at work. so i am crossing fingers!!!! =D
ok i am a bundle of nerves. may i not lose my marbles in the course of the weeeeeeek.
and frankly i am terrified.
now i really should be worrying more about whether im actually up to the job. instead i wailed to my teammates today: 'OH LORDY WHAT IF NOBODY WANTS TO EAT LUNCH WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEE'
yeah ok i admit my priorities are royally screwed. how shall i be taken seriously as a working adult! pfffft =/
anyways i really heart the litfolk. everytime we meet up i always get sentimental (yes despite my hardcore demeanour (TEEHEE) i am sucha softy okay). possibility of one of them becoming a colleague which would be so awesome. almost like having a little piece of the hons room with me at work. so i am crossing fingers!!!! =D
ok i am a bundle of nerves. may i not lose my marbles in the course of the weeeeeeek.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
i've yet to start and already the expectations are killingggg me. expectations from who im not exactly sure, probably myself cos im such a worrywart.
one day i will be eaten alive by worry. and my rotting carcass will be consumed by alsatians ala bridget jones (the beacon of hope for bumbling women the world over hallelujah)
why is time passing oh-so-terribly-quickly!! monday is almost here, and with it goes whatever freedom i currently possess. on monday, i technically have to face the reality of my life for the next xxxxxxxx years.
ya la i know im being sibeh drama but let me have my moment okay. sibeh big milestone in my life in which i embrace my soon-to-be-attained financial independence. (as of now i only have 2 digits in my bank account. PATHETIC. i must have eaten my moneh in my sleeep)
anyways as i was saying. today was a nice day. aside from being poked and prodded during a medical exam (my doctor had such charming bedside manner -_-") of course. lucky i had good company. =D
possibilities, possibilities. which i dont want to deal with right now cos im cranky and would very much like to while away my life reading nonsense literature.
cant exactly put a finger on it but somehow i ended up thinking about london again today. reminiscing about it just really made me miss it a whole lot.
and i've still a shitty script to memorize. URGHHHHH.
one day i will be eaten alive by worry. and my rotting carcass will be consumed by alsatians ala bridget jones (the beacon of hope for bumbling women the world over hallelujah)
why is time passing oh-so-terribly-quickly!! monday is almost here, and with it goes whatever freedom i currently possess. on monday, i technically have to face the reality of my life for the next xxxxxxxx years.
ya la i know im being sibeh drama but let me have my moment okay. sibeh big milestone in my life in which i embrace my soon-to-be-attained financial independence. (as of now i only have 2 digits in my bank account. PATHETIC. i must have eaten my moneh in my sleeep)
anyways as i was saying. today was a nice day. aside from being poked and prodded during a medical exam (my doctor had such charming bedside manner -_-") of course. lucky i had good company. =D
possibilities, possibilities. which i dont want to deal with right now cos im cranky and would very much like to while away my life reading nonsense literature.
cant exactly put a finger on it but somehow i ended up thinking about london again today. reminiscing about it just really made me miss it a whole lot.
and i've still a shitty script to memorize. URGHHHHH.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
'And he wondered how much choice we really have in the person we end up with, and how much of it is down to pure chance. That was the big problem with loving someone. There were lots of other people you could love, if the timing was right, and if you got the chance, and if you were not already promised to someone else. It all just seemed so random.'
Stories We Could Tell, Tony Parsons
tony parsons is awesome. i love how he can put words to a human condition that would otherwise remain nameless, yet impacts our lives in a huge way.
Stories We Could Tell, Tony Parsons
tony parsons is awesome. i love how he can put words to a human condition that would otherwise remain nameless, yet impacts our lives in a huge way.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
my right arm is aching.....
...... FROM PLAYING WIIIIIIIII BOXING!!! (how loser right. its not even supposed to be a strenuous workout)
super fun and now i so wanna get the nintendo wii for myself.
on another note, i got a call. which forces me to admit that making choices is damn hard and the answers aren't always obvious. especially so if you're anything like me and cannot help but brood on the what-ifs.
argh.
i am however, eggcited about tomorrow! for a number of reasons hohoho. =D
...... FROM PLAYING WIIIIIIIII BOXING!!! (how loser right. its not even supposed to be a strenuous workout)
super fun and now i so wanna get the nintendo wii for myself.
on another note, i got a call. which forces me to admit that making choices is damn hard and the answers aren't always obvious. especially so if you're anything like me and cannot help but brood on the what-ifs.
argh.
i am however, eggcited about tomorrow! for a number of reasons hohoho. =D
Monday, July 14, 2008
nothing good comes from involving my mother in any discussion.
the other day i tried involving her in my raging internal debate as to what i should ink on myself for my very first tattoo. (hurrah for child psychology: i read somewhere that to pique one's interest and thus make them more open to a particular idea/notion, it is ideal that they should be engaged in a discussion concerning the very issue)
it worked... for awhile.
me: 'mother, i want to get a tattoo. you help me decide on the design okay? and then you can go with me and hold my hand while i scream through the whole bloodbath.'
now i say all this in one breath so she has no time to protest or process any of this information and will thus be cornered into saying ok.
mother-who-is-not-to-be-outwitted: 'yah ok. i think you should get a symbol or a sanskrit type thing. something that means PURITY.'
me: 'OMG THATS SO INSULTING.'
and she directs a sharp insult to me whilst idly flipping the pages of her tabloid magazine.
my mother is a genius. do not mess with her.
haha later i found out that despite this barb-like assault on my integrity, she really meant that a symbol of purity was ideal because it is a good virtue to live your life by.
so! if any of you have any fantastic tattoo ideas please do do tell me. because right now the only symbol of purity i can think of is a, er virgin.
and that really does not make for a good tattoo pattern. HOHOHO.
the other day i tried involving her in my raging internal debate as to what i should ink on myself for my very first tattoo. (hurrah for child psychology: i read somewhere that to pique one's interest and thus make them more open to a particular idea/notion, it is ideal that they should be engaged in a discussion concerning the very issue)
it worked... for awhile.
me: 'mother, i want to get a tattoo. you help me decide on the design okay? and then you can go with me and hold my hand while i scream through the whole bloodbath.'
now i say all this in one breath so she has no time to protest or process any of this information and will thus be cornered into saying ok.
mother-who-is-not-to-be-outwitted: 'yah ok. i think you should get a symbol or a sanskrit type thing. something that means PURITY.'
me: 'OMG THATS SO INSULTING.'
and she directs a sharp insult to me whilst idly flipping the pages of her tabloid magazine.
my mother is a genius. do not mess with her.
haha later i found out that despite this barb-like assault on my integrity, she really meant that a symbol of purity was ideal because it is a good virtue to live your life by.
so! if any of you have any fantastic tattoo ideas please do do tell me. because right now the only symbol of purity i can think of is a, er virgin.
and that really does not make for a good tattoo pattern. HOHOHO.
Friday, July 11, 2008
more crazy things the litfolk like to do.
like meta-pictorials and such. HAHA act atas only lor.
this picture is of course in lieu of the fact that i had my graduation proper todayyyyyy! (lit grads rock my socks hohoho they are the only people i know who shout 'deconstruction!' when taking photos. see told you act atas only HAHA)
i say graduation proper because no celebration is complete without 20 squillion pictures, and of course people to take it with. (HAHA yes i am cheap camera slut so there)
AND IT WAS AWESOME.
i threw my motar-board so many times it dented. -_-" (ah the quest for the perfect hat-toss shot has its perils)
anyways pictures up sooon.
my mom gave me a bookmark (ya i know sibeh geeky right haha) with chinese characters that symbolized luck.
which i think im gonna need a whole lot of from now on. =D
Sunday, July 06, 2008
ABBA is how campy!!
i dunno why i like them so much (i want to run and hide my face everytime i feel compelled to burst out into chorus when listening to songs titled S.O.S and Gimme Gimme Gimme! er like wtf right)
seriously addicted to ultimate 70s cheesiness (i mean seriously check out ridiculously tight jumpers in picture) after mamma mia in london.
haha ok i admit i love how they like to drag and echo words after each line of the song.
Case in point: Knowing Me, Knowing You (alternatively titled 'yet another sibeh cheesy song'):
Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa) There is nothing we can do Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa) We just have to face it, this time we're through (This time we're through, this time we're through This time we're through, we're really through) Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go (I have to go this timeI have to go, this time I know) Knowing me, knowing you It's the best I can do
note numerous repetitions as well as ah-haaas peppered in the appropriate places. (perfect for singing along to whether you know the words or not lor) HAHA.
anyways i am certain that ABBA and i share the same values. for proof see lyrics of Money Money Money:
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay Ain't it sad And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me That's too bad In my dreams I have a plan If I got me a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball (SEE I ALSO HAVE THE SAME PLAN HOHOHO) Money, money, money Must be funny In the rich man's world Money, money, money Always sunny In the rich man's world Aha-ahaaa All the things I could do If I had a little money It's a rich man's world
yeah ok its 3am and im talkin nonsense already. sleeeeeep!
Friday, July 04, 2008
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
walao damn nostalgic.
hohoho was looking through my facebook photos and couldnt help but snigger at the collection we amassed through the whole of yr4.
some of the photos are how retarded. HAHA.
like the one where we pretend to be sarah's armpit tumours. (second photo from top)
and laremy thinks he's a dinosaur (first photo, second row -_-")
HAHA right. can you tell we're in our wem, twenties? =P
so this badly-made (i swear this is the best i could do) collage is in anticipation of our upcoming graduation.
i hope we never stop having a blast. =)
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