Thursday, April 29, 2010 14:21
You should have known better. Yes I should have.
Some time in the past I anticipated it, but forgot about it completely until today.
What surprise could it be, except that I actually hoped for a miracle.
Guess my miracle-account has run dry thanks to excessive use for Anac."Tis the season to be grumpy
Fa la la la la la la la la"
Saturday, April 24, 2010 22:05
I felt compelled to blog about today, so here I am, re-telling the happenings.
It all started with the spontaneous decision between my last-minute-hug-buddha-leg friends to resume our last-minute-fast-and-furious regime at a McDonald's near Rabbit's place. And there we met, with Leonard being the last to arrive IN THE STORM oh my.
Either Eugene or Leonard made a remark out of the blue, which sounded very light hearted and casual, almost like a brushing statement. It sounded like this to me:
"Why is there a 小强 in this McDonald's one."There was already a horror glob growing within me when my brain processed what he said, but just to harp on the minuscule probability that I heard wrong, I asked him to repeat.
He proved my ears right, and the series of events that followed included me grabbing and yanking Rabbit's sleeve, me having a semi-screaming monologue with myself and the three boys laughing AT MY FEAR thank you. To my greatest and deepest horror, that freaking cockroach started crawling IN MY DIRECTION. Wah piang there are 360 degrees for it to turn from it's location and it chose precisely the angle IN MY DIRECTION and zoomed TOWARDS ME as if someone pushed the auto-pilot button.
What did I do?
SCREAMED FOR HELP la!
My Rabbit stepped on
something, I ran from my chair to behind Leonard, and my Rabbit released his foot just to find a still-furiously-wriggling cockroach and kicked it, followed by Eugene's massive kick as if it was a soccer ball that sent it flying out of the premise. Such was the cockroach drama segment.
And, both Eugene and Leonard saved my life BIG TIME today by teaching me how to use my calculator to compute deviations and means without having to manually do so. I never knew my boring little cranky calculator could surprised and in turn, impress me so much!
Friday, April 23, 2010 21:45
And now that it's written in stone (no lah more like in black and white), my being an RA is concrete.
After the signing of agreements and briefings, the few of us gathered and talked a little. Which makes me kind of looking forward to this whole new experience. The catch is, these people whom I talked to, whom I found some comfort in, aren't exactly gonna be the people I'll be working closely with for the semester to come.
The people I'm going to spend most of my RA time with, are the people during the RA workshop - the competitive, aggressive ones. This tiny thought of mine, however small, managed to intimidate me a little. Then again, they may appear competitive and aggressive because we were told only seven were going to make it and everybody wanted to be that seven.
-sigh- What is to come, will come eventually. I'll just cross my fingers that it's gonna be good -insert smiles-
Right now, right NOW, I'm crossing all my fingers, tight and hard, that I'll make it through the exams.
08:50
Girls and boys listen up, I bring you a piece of good news amidst horrible exams!
Tangs is giving out $5 voucher for every empty/used cosmetic/skincare container!Curious much?
In line with Earth Day (22 April) Tangs launched their annual recycling programme to do their part in (trying) to save Gaia. They are offering us a $5 voucher fully redeemable for their beauty products for every empty container we give them.
The containers can take various forms:
bottles, jars, tubes, casings etc; as long as they come from some skincare or cosmetic products from ANY brand they will accept them.
I don't know about you, but it sure sounds like a deal for me. I have not been throwing my empty toner bottle, moisturizer jars, mascara tubes and makeup removers away, because initially I was thinking of recycling them, but could not find a suitable way of doing so. Disposing them into garbage bins just doesn't sound like environmentally friendly to me.
This programme will last til
25 April 2010, Sunday, and the vouchers will be valid all the way til
31 May 2010. Very, very good for post exams shopping I would say.
If you have empty containers with you, what are you gonna lose, right? So hurry!
Saturday, April 17, 2010 08:38
I remember it was secondary school era, when Innuendo made a big hit when they launched Belaian Jiwa. Predictably, the chorus made its way to most schools:
"Kau tahu bertapa ku sayang padamu, hanya bidadari sebagai ganti..
Hanya takdir menentukan ia, Belaian Jiwa.."The reason why only the chorus made it through was simple - we more often than not just remember the chorus part of a song only.
And now I am in my university years, listening to the song really stirs up a huge heap of sentimental nostalgia. I was totally different then compared to now. I have breached the 20th mark, and no longer a youth anymore, much less a teen.
The then me was very much different than the now me, physically and ideologically. I had short hair, studied little but got good grades. Sometimes I was even convinced I could be one of the smart people. My entire image was that of a goody-two-shoe, a daddy's girl, a good and proper girl by all measures, and of course, A NERD. I knew almost nothing about what could make my face look better, or which part of my body needed more attention. Looking good during that period of negligence was limited to models on posters, or celebrities on TV.
I also had a period of serious lack of confidence - in myself most of the time. I wasn't exactly a pretty teen, yet not exactly an ugly one. But it was this 'in-between' that got me unnoticed most of the time. This was the time I felt invisible - like the world wouldn't stop spinning even if I'm gone (which is true, but just more impactful then). It didn't help when you've got a relative who constantly picked up your imperfections, and constantly making dissatisfactions known. This was the period of my adolescent years that I wondered if the world was better with me gone - since people were never pleased with me, and me never satisfied with myself.
Thankfully, I have outgrown that mentality early enough before real damage was done. Thankfully, I could begin to see the little simple things that mattered.
It was that time of serious mental stress that taught me how to finally appreciate myself, and learned by heart the phrase "what does not kill you makes you stronger". Although it was by no means a pleasant experience, I am still thankful I was given an opportunity to go through it.
Because in future I will know, I will be able to sympathize and empathize, with my children in their adolescent years.
Wednesday, April 07, 2010 22:23
The optimists say
明天会更好I think optimists are one of the best creations in the world. If God really created man in His own image and gave him a name, I think Optimistic is his middle name.
I need my tomorrow to be better than my today. It has to be.
I'll take this chance to share with you a piece of good news - I got in as an RA. Which means (yay) free accommodation for one sem to come and (more yay) I get to finally do what I have wanted since the first day I moved into RVR.
They asked the ten of us to each tell them what is it that's so unique, so different, and so desirable about ourselves that they will definitely need us to be one of the RAs.
My, oh my. I was seriously stressed on stage when I heard that question, because surely there are people with impressive and powerful resume waiting for them to pick and present. What did I have, seriously. And I was going to be the third speaker.
The first guy drew upon his portfolio and illustrated how versatile he is, and how he could fit into any situation and do his best in every situation. Flexibility was what he could offer. Many examples from his portfolio - too many for me to recall - but basically the message is he is so damn capable that it will be anybody's loss if you turn him away. Can't refuse a candidate like him, seriously.
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Damn my heart was beating up again-
The second guy was Mr Personality. Even without saying anything I'm pretty sure he was 80% in already. He is the kind of guy everybody just listens to. So he said he was the Computer Guy, good in photoshopping, video-editting and the programming stuff - which was practically what they needed. So Mr Personality was like the all-in-one package for them - nobody would reject such a holistic package.
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DING DONG IT'S MY TURN WHAT THE HELL WHAT TO SAY WHAT TO SAY WHAT TO SAY!-
"I am not a computer girl, but I am a "words" girl - I write. So maybe the computer guys set up a website, or a blog for RVR, and I can be the one writing about the happenings around RVR, or updating about upcoming events. As a matter of fact I blog, and when I write, I usually do it in a sarcastic or a cynical manner, which I find, (the style of writing)is something people tend to be more interested in. Yea I blog, and I do think I am pretty good at that. Therefore I can be of use definitely, and hopefully can direct external attention to RVR.
(Pause... Then I thought of something and before I could process it, I found myself already talking about it.)
Oh on a not very related note, I do really good manicures too. So maybe if one fine day we are going to have anything like a Vanity Fair booth or RVR manicure I definitely will be able to do a pretty good job."
Immediately after I said that, a tremendous pang of regret hit in. Honestly Ivy what was THAT supposed to be! When everybody was thinking of ways to market themselves presentably in the most useful way possible, you talked about being damn good at manicures!? And it's not like you've got a director of this and that from whatever CCA to back you up! Seriously what if they think you are a bimbo!
There were ten of us but only seven openings, which means three of us were going home at the end of the day. Honestly, against a backdrop of candidates with impressive portfolios, I was very well prepared to move out.
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But, I got in eventually. It turns out that they liked me after all!
