It's snowing outside. Yes, in the middle of March. When it's supposed to be spring. When it's supposed to be suuny and cool. When it's supposed to be my chance to wear my leather jacket... Sigh.. What is happening to our mother earth? Global warming is nasty. Mankind is nastier.
I would like to count my blessings that life has been well to me. I am happy and contended and I do not have much to worry about except for my parents (that's a story for another day). Human beings are incomplacent creatures. We crave for things which we cannot have. Hence, my current insane obsession to find work. In all honesty? I think I am asking for trouble, more like it. Imagine juggling work and home at the same time. Superwoman, anyone?
Friday, March 21, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Toy Soldier
It's been a series of letdowns over the last few months in the job searching department. I wish I had better news to share with my friends. Like, hey, I finally landed that job!! Unfortunately, lady luck hasn't been dropping by lately. I would like to believe the great divine up there has something better in store for me. However, in the face of multiple rejections, even the most strongly held belief wavers. And then demoralisation and self-doubt start to kick in. How fun.
I try not to dwell too much on the negative emotion aftermath because it doesn't get me anywhere. Instead, I focus my energy on sending out more applications. I like to think I am practising the chinese saying, turn grief and indignation into strength (化悲愤为力量). One thing is for sure, the more rejections get thrown at me, the more interview experience I gain. These days I no longer stutter during german interviews, by the way.
I do not know how long it would take before I say, enough is enough, fuck job searching, it's baby time. Till then I shall continue to be thick-skinned and soldier on.
I try not to dwell too much on the negative emotion aftermath because it doesn't get me anywhere. Instead, I focus my energy on sending out more applications. I like to think I am practising the chinese saying, turn grief and indignation into strength (化悲愤为力量). One thing is for sure, the more rejections get thrown at me, the more interview experience I gain. These days I no longer stutter during german interviews, by the way.
I do not know how long it would take before I say, enough is enough, fuck job searching, it's baby time. Till then I shall continue to be thick-skinned and soldier on.
Friday, March 14, 2008
The Fringe
An exchange in hair saloon one day when the hairstylist was working on The Fringe:
The Hoonie: I can't see! It's too long!
The Hairstylist: I don't care! As long as you look good.
P.S. He is not gay, by the way.
The Leather
Celebs are sporting it. Models are working the trend. It hits the high streets big time. It is never a last season item. So are you rocking the leather jacket trend?
I am.
I finally caved in to the leather jacket trend after seeing them splashed across pages of every self-respectable fashion magazines, after seeing them in the displays of all good fashion stores, after seeing fashion-slaves in them, sashaying past me.
It was not that simple, however, to shop for THAT must-have leather jacket. The cut has to be perfect, the colour must be right and the look has to be biker chic. And needless to say, a good leather jacket costs an arm and a leg. Thus it took me ages before I decided on the right one.
I was euphoric the day I brought it home. I was grinning from ear to ear, jumping around for joy and even did a little dance while parading in it for the man. I even had the urge of stealing a look at it in the wardrobe before turning in that night.
Oh yes, I am in love.
I am.
I finally caved in to the leather jacket trend after seeing them splashed across pages of every self-respectable fashion magazines, after seeing them in the displays of all good fashion stores, after seeing fashion-slaves in them, sashaying past me.
It was not that simple, however, to shop for THAT must-have leather jacket. The cut has to be perfect, the colour must be right and the look has to be biker chic. And needless to say, a good leather jacket costs an arm and a leg. Thus it took me ages before I decided on the right one.
I was euphoric the day I brought it home. I was grinning from ear to ear, jumping around for joy and even did a little dance while parading in it for the man. I even had the urge of stealing a look at it in the wardrobe before turning in that night.
Oh yes, I am in love.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
A Greater Being is dying to try me
Everyone has their fair share of bad days, including me. My day didn't start off that badly today. In fact, it was towards the end of the day that things just didn't go my way. Right after my german tuition which ended at 5pm, I popped by my friendly neighbourhood supermarket for some inspiration for dinner. I have literally nothing in the fridge at home. As it turned out, most fresh meat were gone except for some chicken drumsticks. Since I had frozen lotus root in the freezer, lotus root chicken soup it would be then! I only needed to google that particular recipe which I normally use for this brew. Not a very bright idea like I thought at first. Came home to realise that particular website was down. I rolled my eyes, pursed my lips and heaved a deep sigh.
Allow me to digress. This is not my first time such incidents have happened to me. It was Christmas and for my Christmas Eve's dessert I needed an online tiramisu recipe which I often refer to. Naturally the website was down on me, what else? Plan B: luckily my neighbour has a tiramisu recipe. It was potluck party at mine and I required a Yong Tau Foo sauce from yet another online recipe. No prize for guessing right, the website had to be down on that day, of course. No plan B because my german neighbour knows no Yong Tau Foo and I had to do the sauce according to my memory. A failure, sauce was too salty...
Obviously, till today I never learned my lessons. By now, my blood was beginning to simmer. Went to an alternative website to realise I haven't had the peanuts which were supposed to add more flavour to my soup. Great. Rang Mr R on his mobile for help. His bloody mobile refused to ring. I tried once, twice, thrice. No ringing tone. In a fit of frustration, I threw my phone on the sofa. Yes, I am impatient and very very short-tempered especially when I am pressed for time. You see, I like our dinner to be ready when the man comes home after work. Yes, talk about being dutiful. But tonight my soup was going to be trashy! Damn! 10 mins later, I tried ringing the man again. His phone rang this time but he was already in our garage. So bloody typical. Mr R then came home to a stewy me. The clever man left me to sulk and went on to read his mails. At least one of us learnt our lessons well.
No sooner had he left the kitchen, he came right back again, to hand me a letter addressed to me. It's from an online store from which I have ordered a jacket. I have been waiting eagerly for almost 2 weeks now for my parcel even though it was stated that delivery usually takes within 4 days. I was beginning to doubt the reliability of this online shop when they decided to deliver my long-awaited jacket today. But of course. Of all days they had to deliver it on the very day when I would be away from home to have my tuition. How much more typical can it get? What's even better, I still do not have my jacket. As stated in their letter, the delivery chap apparently couldn't find our address. Hence, my jacket is being brought back. Can someone please enlighten me, how the bloody hell did the fucking letter get into our fucking mailbox when the bloody stupid delivery guy cannot find our bloody address? HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN???!!! HOW???!! How fucking anal and lame was that? And it is common knowledge here that one's neighbours can accept one's packages on one's behalf when one is not there to recieve it. What other delivery guys with common sense would do is, they simply ring the bells of the neighbours and voila, they save themselves an extra trip. So just how thick is our delivery chap? DUH...
Last check on the Hoonie's mood: as dark as the clouds outside. She was fuming mad and starving and the brew needed at least an hour.
After dinner, however, the dark clouds at home cleared up a little. The stir-fried asparagus was palatable and the soup turned out tasty. Those peanuts ain't that essential for this brew afterall. That's some consolation.
Allow me to digress. This is not my first time such incidents have happened to me. It was Christmas and for my Christmas Eve's dessert I needed an online tiramisu recipe which I often refer to. Naturally the website was down on me, what else? Plan B: luckily my neighbour has a tiramisu recipe. It was potluck party at mine and I required a Yong Tau Foo sauce from yet another online recipe. No prize for guessing right, the website had to be down on that day, of course. No plan B because my german neighbour knows no Yong Tau Foo and I had to do the sauce according to my memory. A failure, sauce was too salty...
Obviously, till today I never learned my lessons. By now, my blood was beginning to simmer. Went to an alternative website to realise I haven't had the peanuts which were supposed to add more flavour to my soup. Great. Rang Mr R on his mobile for help. His bloody mobile refused to ring. I tried once, twice, thrice. No ringing tone. In a fit of frustration, I threw my phone on the sofa. Yes, I am impatient and very very short-tempered especially when I am pressed for time. You see, I like our dinner to be ready when the man comes home after work. Yes, talk about being dutiful. But tonight my soup was going to be trashy! Damn! 10 mins later, I tried ringing the man again. His phone rang this time but he was already in our garage. So bloody typical. Mr R then came home to a stewy me. The clever man left me to sulk and went on to read his mails. At least one of us learnt our lessons well.
No sooner had he left the kitchen, he came right back again, to hand me a letter addressed to me. It's from an online store from which I have ordered a jacket. I have been waiting eagerly for almost 2 weeks now for my parcel even though it was stated that delivery usually takes within 4 days. I was beginning to doubt the reliability of this online shop when they decided to deliver my long-awaited jacket today. But of course. Of all days they had to deliver it on the very day when I would be away from home to have my tuition. How much more typical can it get? What's even better, I still do not have my jacket. As stated in their letter, the delivery chap apparently couldn't find our address. Hence, my jacket is being brought back. Can someone please enlighten me, how the bloody hell did the fucking letter get into our fucking mailbox when the bloody stupid delivery guy cannot find our bloody address? HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN???!!! HOW???!! How fucking anal and lame was that? And it is common knowledge here that one's neighbours can accept one's packages on one's behalf when one is not there to recieve it. What other delivery guys with common sense would do is, they simply ring the bells of the neighbours and voila, they save themselves an extra trip. So just how thick is our delivery chap? DUH...
Last check on the Hoonie's mood: as dark as the clouds outside. She was fuming mad and starving and the brew needed at least an hour.
After dinner, however, the dark clouds at home cleared up a little. The stir-fried asparagus was palatable and the soup turned out tasty. Those peanuts ain't that essential for this brew afterall. That's some consolation.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)