Quotable Quote
My lecturer, on some qualifications for making it during job interviews.
"Good looks and clean underwear don't cut it all the way okay?"
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Things Resumes Should Not Contain.
1. My intensity and focus are at inordinately high levels, and my ability to complete projects on time is unspeakable.
2. Education: Curses in Law, Curses in Management, Curses in Communication Skills.
3. I am a rabid typist.
4. Personal Interest: Donating Blood.
5. Strengths: Ability to meet deadlines while maintaining composer.
1. My intensity and focus are at inordinately high levels, and my ability to complete projects on time is unspeakable.
2. Education: Curses in Law, Curses in Management, Curses in Communication Skills.
3. I am a rabid typist.
4. Personal Interest: Donating Blood.
5. Strengths: Ability to meet deadlines while maintaining composer.
Oops again.
Apparently things don't always work that way do they?
I thought this might work. But apparently I've met a mistake. Dear, I think I'm going to follow your instructions after all.
But ah shit. Now I feel like hell. How should I know right? I thought I'd been doing the right thing all the while.
Oh well. Never too late to remedy matters.
Apparently things don't always work that way do they?
I thought this might work. But apparently I've met a mistake. Dear, I think I'm going to follow your instructions after all.
But ah shit. Now I feel like hell. How should I know right? I thought I'd been doing the right thing all the while.
Oh well. Never too late to remedy matters.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Oops.
Lolx. I totally forgot about the existence of my blog. Yikes. Sorry bloggy. *Pats blog on head and watches as it slobbers*
It's been 8 days since I had anything to say. Quite a number of things have happened.
And now, for tbe benefit of those would think me as not on cloud nine...here goes.
*Floats up to cloud nine amidst choirs of angels singing on high and dances around like a mad dervish*
Oh, and yes.
*Prances about fields of meadows a la Black Beauty gone wild*
Not that I'm a nigga tho'. Lolx. But I digress.
*Swims with the dolphins of the oceans a la Free Willy w/o Willy but with schools of dolphins instead*
And lastly...
*Grins like an idiot everytime I think of her*
There we go. And now that I've exposed my happiness, I think I'll get back to work. All happiness and no work makes Jack an adrenaline junkie after all.
Lolx. I totally forgot about the existence of my blog. Yikes. Sorry bloggy. *Pats blog on head and watches as it slobbers*
It's been 8 days since I had anything to say. Quite a number of things have happened.
And now, for tbe benefit of those would think me as not on cloud nine...here goes.
*Floats up to cloud nine amidst choirs of angels singing on high and dances around like a mad dervish*
Oh, and yes.
*Prances about fields of meadows a la Black Beauty gone wild*
Not that I'm a nigga tho'. Lolx. But I digress.
*Swims with the dolphins of the oceans a la Free Willy w/o Willy but with schools of dolphins instead*
And lastly...
*Grins like an idiot everytime I think of her*
There we go. And now that I've exposed my happiness, I think I'll get back to work. All happiness and no work makes Jack an adrenaline junkie after all.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Satisfaction.
It's been a long time. But that's how I feel right now. Satisfied.
I know I've been an idiot before, saying things that hurt, and doing things that hurt even more. And right here, because I don't dare anywhere else, I want to say that I am sorry. You'll forgive me right?
There's something new on the wind now. And I thank God that there's something like that.
I don't want to be foolish and do stupid things. I really hope I won't.
I'm just wishing for a fairly smooth road.
It's been a long time. But that's how I feel right now. Satisfied.
I know I've been an idiot before, saying things that hurt, and doing things that hurt even more. And right here, because I don't dare anywhere else, I want to say that I am sorry. You'll forgive me right?
There's something new on the wind now. And I thank God that there's something like that.
I don't want to be foolish and do stupid things. I really hope I won't.
I'm just wishing for a fairly smooth road.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Monday, June 06, 2005
You give me fever...
0100 06/06/05
Turns off comp, and promptly falls asleep knowing panadol's effect will fade soon.
0400 06/06/05
I know it's 4am cos I heard my clock chiming away. The chills start coming back again, and I briefly entertain the thought of crawling to my mother for aid. But I am too weak to move. My body starts aching terribly, all while I try to curl up to retain as much warmth as possible.
0515 06/06/05
I must have eventually dozed off, because I do not remember what happened in that 1 hour. I can hear my grandfather mumbling something to my semi-comatose brother (who had some NCC business going on in the early morning I think). In between curling into a ball and wishing I was in a volcano, I heard my mum shuffling her semi-comatose self into my room. And that's when I told her I had a fever.
She insisted that I go over to her room. So I did. Shambled like a zombie, with the world spinning all around me, and my limbs feeling amputated. Oh yes, and the ever present chills.
I believe that's when everything went to hell. Cos I started hearing voices. No joke. Children were calilng my name. Very gentle voices I should say. Couldn't see them though. Wonder where they were hiding? I also dreamt (hallucinated, imagined, whatever) of being stuck in a place that strangely resembled Hai Sing Catholic School.
My mum didn't know that though. I was wise enough to keep my mouth shut about that. She might have had me carted off to the hospital I think.
2233 06/06/05
So here I am now, happily high on too much paracetamol, typing away about how I felt. I've consumed 2 Panadols (from mum) and 6 Paracetamol (from the good ol' Doc) today. At least I think that's how many I took.
I also had the benefit of having my grandmother massage me. Man does that woman has strong hands! She did manage to make my angin keluar(as she succinctly puts it). Did I spell those 2 words right? We took turns burping our heads off as she massaged me all over.
Now excuse me while I try to stop my world from spinning too fast.
0100 06/06/05
Turns off comp, and promptly falls asleep knowing panadol's effect will fade soon.
0400 06/06/05
I know it's 4am cos I heard my clock chiming away. The chills start coming back again, and I briefly entertain the thought of crawling to my mother for aid. But I am too weak to move. My body starts aching terribly, all while I try to curl up to retain as much warmth as possible.
0515 06/06/05
I must have eventually dozed off, because I do not remember what happened in that 1 hour. I can hear my grandfather mumbling something to my semi-comatose brother (who had some NCC business going on in the early morning I think). In between curling into a ball and wishing I was in a volcano, I heard my mum shuffling her semi-comatose self into my room. And that's when I told her I had a fever.
She insisted that I go over to her room. So I did. Shambled like a zombie, with the world spinning all around me, and my limbs feeling amputated. Oh yes, and the ever present chills.
I believe that's when everything went to hell. Cos I started hearing voices. No joke. Children were calilng my name. Very gentle voices I should say. Couldn't see them though. Wonder where they were hiding? I also dreamt (hallucinated, imagined, whatever) of being stuck in a place that strangely resembled Hai Sing Catholic School.
My mum didn't know that though. I was wise enough to keep my mouth shut about that. She might have had me carted off to the hospital I think.
2233 06/06/05
So here I am now, happily high on too much paracetamol, typing away about how I felt. I've consumed 2 Panadols (from mum) and 6 Paracetamol (from the good ol' Doc) today. At least I think that's how many I took.
I also had the benefit of having my grandmother massage me. Man does that woman has strong hands! She did manage to make my angin keluar(as she succinctly puts it). Did I spell those 2 words right? We took turns burping our heads off as she massaged me all over.
Now excuse me while I try to stop my world from spinning too fast.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Happy
It's so fun to be happy, sha la la. Well, I've been down. Real down. Ugly down. But now it's time to be happy. Now it's time that my life resumes its pace.
Everything is solved. Well, most of everything anyway.
Maybe it's time I took that next step again. Hmm. Should I? Or maybe I should wait until some time later. After all, looking before leaping never hurt anyone did it? Haha.
*yodels to the midnight air*
Out out I'm going out. Friday, watch Star Wars, Saturday, watch TPJC sing. And maybe have a little DOTA fun before that. Sunday, go church.
Next Friday, erm, Budak I think. Saturday, celebrate Daph's bday in advance.
Ooh. I found money!! In my piggy bank. Turns out I had so many notes stuffed inside! Gosh, I never knew I could save money so well. Maybe I should start using my piggy bank again. It's in the shape of an ATM. POSB. Hehe.
This is turning out to be stupid nonsense post. Who cares? As long as I'm
It's so fun to be happy, sha la la. Well, I've been down. Real down. Ugly down. But now it's time to be happy. Now it's time that my life resumes its pace.
Everything is solved. Well, most of everything anyway.
Maybe it's time I took that next step again. Hmm. Should I? Or maybe I should wait until some time later. After all, looking before leaping never hurt anyone did it? Haha.
*yodels to the midnight air*
Out out I'm going out. Friday, watch Star Wars, Saturday, watch TPJC sing. And maybe have a little DOTA fun before that. Sunday, go church.
Next Friday, erm, Budak I think. Saturday, celebrate Daph's bday in advance.
Ooh. I found money!! In my piggy bank. Turns out I had so many notes stuffed inside! Gosh, I never knew I could save money so well. Maybe I should start using my piggy bank again. It's in the shape of an ATM. POSB. Hehe.
This is turning out to be stupid nonsense post. Who cares? As long as I'm
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