tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32397395731150078842024-03-05T21:39:08.240+08:00C's DelightsLife is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're gonna get.C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-68409265922076147352015-05-30T15:52:00.000+08:002015-05-30T15:52:33.121+08:00I had a dream...<div style="text-align: justify;">
I met a boy. We were happy. We went to a party and daddy was there. He met daddy, so did mommy and didi. But I was too shocked to see daddy, I hugged him and cried. When I turned around, he was nowhere to be found. Where are you? Are you the one? Is daddy giving me a sign?</div>
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Is this the start of a beautiful dream? Or is this just another daydream?</div>
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No matter what happens, let's hope it will be a good few months ahead =)</div>
C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-14992791457934882122015-03-20T21:34:00.001+08:002015-03-20T21:34:55.368+08:00Another New Beginning<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I have not forgotten you. I just did not have the time and energy to blog previously because of work and other <b>EXCUSES</b> <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(yes, I know they are just excuses)</span></i>. But now that I have quit my job in search of a new beginning and real adventure, I have decided to feed you with a post or two, or maybe more. <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(I should thank a friend for reminding me that I still have a blog and asked me to write again. Thank you! You know who you are.)</span></i></div>
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So, I'm an unemployed bum right now, trying to travel around the world on my limited finance <i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(unless I find a job soon).</span></i> First stop, Vietnam (Hanoi, Sapa, Halong Bay) with a friend I've known since childhood, the longest friend I've known. I believe we've known each other even before he was born! *haha* Our dads were best friends, and our mums eventually became friends, so when we were born of course we ended up friends too! I suppose they are more like family now, and how I wish I would have such a friend in the future, where our children will become good friends too =)</div>
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Vietnam though there were ups and downs had been definitely a great experience and adventure! =D Next up I'm planning for my Korea trip, New Zealand work and travel and whatever that comes in between! ^_^ Looking forward to a year of self-centered ME enjoying life to the fullest!</div>
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Sometimes, sitting at a rooftop by the pool with a friend looking towards a majestic view and talking about life is just what one needs.</div>
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But as humans, we are all selfish, and would always want the best of both worlds. So what happens then? The solution that was given to me was to just make the best of what I have, look at the half glass of water as half-full instead of half-empty and stay positive and optimistic.</div>
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However, I am currently having a tough time figuring out what my carrot is, who knows it might not even be a carrot but an apple, orange, potato or just a piece of plain toast. Other than that, I supposed fear is holding me back too. The fear of failure and rejection always caused me to over analyze things and make it difficult to make my choice.</div>
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Once upon a time, there was a man who had a fat hen that will lay two big beautiful eggs each day. Everyday after the hen had lay the eggs, the man would collect it from the pen to cook it for breakfast. But before he makes his scrumptious omelette or poached egg or sunny-side-up or scramble egg or whatever he feels like having that morning, he would always give one of the egg to his friend who lives next door. So day after day, the friend would always have a yummy egg breakfast too, and that was how it went for a very long while.</div>
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C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-68210122514048526382013-08-08T20:54:00.000+08:002014-04-12T13:11:01.999+08:00Puasa For A Day<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-align: justify;">Don't fret, I haven't adopted any new religion. I'm still the Apatheist who loves pork XP However, in light of recent incidents that have happened which have gotten a lot of media attention, I probably shouldn't be so blatant =/ Despite the whole 1Malaysia thing, I think Malaysia still lacks behind in terms of racial tolerance, additional thanks to the politicians for making it an even bigger issue *rolls eyes*</span><br />
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According to the theory of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In-group%E2%80%93out-group_bias" target="_blank"><b>in-group-out-group bias</b></a>, it is easy to understand why some people say the things they say or do the things they do. However, I believe that this form of bias like any other can be overcome or minimized if both groups were to experience walking in each other's shoes and understanding each other.</div>
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That brings me to why I did what I did this Ramadan, which was accepting a challenge from a Malay colleague to fast for a day. Though to be honest, I was initially tempted by the prospect of being treated to a yummy break-fast meal *haha* XD Nonetheless, I managed to survived fasting through the day with no food or water. I woke up at 5am that day to have breakfast and didn't eat nor drink till 7.30pm. It wasn't too hard not to eat or feel tempted to eat throughout the day. I even browsed food blogs and sat through lunch with two colleagues eating pork noodles in front of me *LOL* However, the fact that I couldn't even drink a sip of water during the day really tested my perseverance. By 4.30pm in the evening, I thought I would die from thirst and was starting to feel drowsy because I skipped lunch. Come 6.30pm when my colleague finally said we could head to the restaurant where we will be breaking fast, I couldn't be more glad =D</div>
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C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-72699519418696423582013-05-28T22:17:00.000+08:002013-05-28T22:17:08.409+08:00I can't read minds<div style="text-align: justify;">
Everytime when people learned that I did Psychology in university, they always ask "So you can read minds/people?" And the sad answer is "No, I can't!"</div>
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I'm actually pretty bad when it comes to reading people, or maybe I just don't trust my instincts/intuition enough or just couldn't be bothered reading them because I prefer to judge a person based on how s/he interacts with me in reality. That is to say, as long as Person A treats me a particular way, that is how s/he will be in my books unless proven otherwise; I won't try to second guess their intentions except under certain circumstances.</div>
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You may say I'm naive for behaving that way, but I don't see the point of complicating matters which I cannot fully comprehend. The human mind is a complex mechanism that produces complicated output, but I like things to be simple. I guess I am turning a blind eye on the ugly-ness of human nature, but why make life difficult for oneself by doubting others?</div>
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No doubt that gaining more understanding of the people around you will give you an added advantage and prevent oneself from being deceived. Though how reliable is that understanding? Psychology had taught me that everything is subjective and there will always be outliers, heck we even calculate standard deviation for our experiments! So what does that tell you? There is never a right or wrong answer when it comes to understanding humans, there are only generalizations, which can be dangerous when applied wrongly or misused.</div>
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So let me ask you this...would you want the ability to read what is on another's mind?<br />
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C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-82047455062793445572013-05-14T18:50:00.000+08:002013-05-14T18:50:10.422+08:00The Corporate WorldAll the unspoken rules<br />All the between the lines<div>
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All the lies and deceit</div>
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Am I suppose to learn how to cope and overcome all these?</div>
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To grow up? =(</div>
C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-23549761729495668782012-12-29T14:58:00.000+08:002012-12-29T14:58:02.868+08:00Tears<blockquote class="tr_bq">
"That's better. Why are you crying? You never cry." - Fifty Shades of Grey by E. L. James</blockquote>
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Crying to me has always been a sign of weakness. I never used to cry easily, I never get emotional easily either. I somewhat believe I have been conditioned not to cry because crying would bring about more punishment. I was taught earlier on that crying never gets you what you want, so I stopped crying.</div>
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My colleague asked me a funny question yesterday "Do you sometimes just start crying out of a sudden for no reason?" I find it a really weird question to ask. I don't believe people cry for no reason. There is always a reason, it's just whether you are aware of it or not.</div>
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I remember the time when we were at the hospital when dad passed away, I cried, briefly but hard. I didn't cry after that, not at the wake, not at the funeral, not at all for a few months. In fact, I never cry at funerals. I couldn't find any reason to cry, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and nobody could change that, not if I cry. I know it is not right, we need to grieve, but I couldn't find the right channel to do so. Bro was the same and mum was trying to be strong for us, and that caused a lot of penned up emotion among the three of us. During that year, we always got angry at each other easily, shouted at each other all the time, it was difficult. I knew why and what was causing it, but I just couldn't stop myself from getting angry and shouting. It was our way of communicating and releasing the emotional pressure, however wrong and inappropriate it was.</div>
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One day, bro and I were arguing over something really petty. I just blew up and started shouting at the top of my lungs. I had no idea why I was so angry. It was such a silly argument over such a silly thing, but I was so angry to the point where I just started crying. I remember hiding in my room curled up on my bed, and having a long hard cry. It took a while to realize the main reason I was crying, and the more I thought of the reason, the more I cried. It was a long while before I calmed down and slept a little before I faced the world again.</div>
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I finally realized the healing powers of a good hard cry. That was roughly half a year after dad passed away.</div>
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Since then, I am more easily touched and affected by emotional things <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(yes, they are things because I'm trying to depersonalize it >_<)</span>. I don't know if this is a good thing because I feel more vulnerable. I still can't shed the notion of crying being a form of weakness even though I have experienced it's healing side. Crying is not my thing, being weak is not my thing.</div>
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So if I ever cry, it means something.</div>
C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-60128534535645876132012-12-08T20:41:00.000+08:002012-12-08T20:44:25.285+08:00Branding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<b>Personal branding</b> is defined as the creation of an asset that pertains to a particular person or individual; this includes but is not limited to the body, clothing, appearance and knowledge contained within, leading to an indelible impression that is uniquely distinguishable — according to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personal_branding" target="_blank"><b>Wikipedia</b></a>.</div>
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The above is apparently my personal branding, or in other words how I appear to my colleagues. Sweet? Charming? Pretty? Comel? Many would be delighted to have people say such thing about them. I don't deny feeling good for a bit when I found out, however, I realized that out of 9 people, only 2 thought I was helpful and easy to mingle. What does that say about me as a person? I don't seem smart, friendly or professional then?</div>
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I can't help but think people only wrote whatever they did because they don't know what else to write and is just being nice. I don't think I'm sweet, charming nor very pretty or comel. People who really know me would probably agree with me and think it's a joke -_-'' Even if they did mean what they say, does that mean I'm basically just a nice-looking empty shell there for decorative purpose?</div>
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Is this really a reflection of how I am at work? Labelled under the "dumb blonde" category? =( I often question why I got into this management trainee program but failed in all the other ones. Why? What if they got the wrong person for the job?</div>
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There have been a few times in the past couple of weeks where I was put on the spot and end up saying or doing stupid things. I believe I would be forgiven since trainees are seen to be still learning, but no doubt it'll affect my evaluation somewhat =/</div>
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It's only been slightly more than 2 months since I started working at N. But the 2 months had been so different compared to my previous job. No stress, no late nights, and I feel so much closer to many of my current colleagues in these past 2 months than most of my ex-colleagues whom I've worked and OT-ed with for 3 months.</div>
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Nobody knows what will happen next year once they switch to being performance-based, nobody knows what will happen after 15 months when I hopefully graduate from the program, but I know that despite being possibly labelled as a "dumb blonde" I am definitely much happier working at N =D</div>
C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-44709887380447198982012-08-22T21:23:00.000+08:002012-08-22T21:27:24.881+08:00Art Attacked!<div style="text-align: center;">
Three weeks and a rejection later, I have come to another decision:</div>
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I've always liked art and have always wanted to take art in high school. Dad didn't approve of it at that time, and by the time he allowed me to change my subjects, it was already too late. Later on, I thought I could take art as an elective in university, but Monash don't offer such unit at the Sunway Campus, so the closest thing I got was Contemporary Film Studies.</div>
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Now that I've finished my degree and have unfortunately been unable to find a job for the past three months, it got me thinking. Why not take up an art course?</div>
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I was so bored during my whole unemployment period that I made a friend a hoodie card.</div>
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I don't mean to brag, but I must say I was rather proud of myself =D</div>
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Don't ya think? =P</div>
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Since it wouldn't hurt my CV to pick up some mad Photoshop and Illustrator skills, I figured I might as well learn something useful if I still can't get a job by the end of this month. I did a bit of googling for adult art courses and found <b><a href="http://www.clazroom.com/" target="_blank">Claz'room</a></b>. They offer 1.5 year full-time courses and monthly part-time courses as well. The full-time Illustration course next intake is this coming September and cost less than RM20,000 for the whole thing, inclusive of a free laptop and tablet! Freaking worth it or what?! But of course I don't have that much money =( So unless mum approves, I'll just have to keep looking for a job until I find one =/</div>
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However, now that I've found this little gem of a place, I have decided that even if I've gotten a job I'm still going to take up the art course =) They offer part-time courses during weekends, and is way cheaper compared to the full-time one so I'll be able to pay for it myself ^_^</div>
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It is a far cry from your usual art school, and I'd actually prefer a more rounded course that includes traditional media, some theories and stuff like photography, multimedia, printing, sculpting etc. But it's hard to come by those in Malaysia. The One Academy came pretty close, but it's too institutional for my need. So let's hope mum approves if I don't get any offers by this month *fingers cross* >_<</div>
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C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-89272395443715162832012-08-01T17:22:00.001+08:002012-09-08T01:23:35.464+08:00The Beautiful Job<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I don't remember the last time I've wanted a particular job so badly except for the Kraft one which there was never any hope =S This time around, so much hope was given to the point where I'm afraid that they were all false hope =( On top of that, I had to go and be stupid and be late for my final interview! T^T I really hope they will overlook the fact and find my fondness for Harry Potter amusing. Seeing the interviewer write 'Harry Potter <span style="border-bottom-style: double; border-bottom-width: 3px;">again</span>!!' on the response sheet is quite unnerving -.-''
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Never have I imagined I'd be so interested in working for a beauty company when I was never one-of-those-girls (you know what I mean). But after learning so much about L'Oréal from preparing for the interviews and assessments, I've realized that maybe it is a good place to start after all =) I believe I do have a passion for Marketing, and as YSL puts it, cosmetics are easier to buy, so why not start my passion where I can learn to be more beautiful eh! ('eh' in this case refers to the Canadian context and not the Malaysian context =P)</div>
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Since my second bout of job hunting was brought on mainly by my sudden faith in my much ignored and neglected intuition, a lot of the decisions made were based on my feelings and instincts. Call me superstitious or whatever, but I've seen too many signs to believe that I've made the wrong choice.</div>
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The day before my first interview with L'Oréal, I came upon the quote at the start of this post on my <b><a href="http://delights4u.tumblr.com/post/24053906512/is-this-a-sign-is-this-really-what-i-want-is" target="_blank">Tumblr</a> </b>dashboard. For those who don't know, YSL's beauty line is under the L'Oréal umbrella, so naturally I took it as an omen, for good or for bad. Stupidly naive as I was, I told the interviewer that L'Oréal was never my top choice of employer due to my indifferent attitude towards make-up and the likes (as I've mentioned, I'm really NOT one-of-those-girls). Thinking things could not have gone more wrong, he asked me one last question "What is your favorite color?" I don't know if it's what being thought at recruitment workshops and seminars, but it seems to be a popular question among interviewers =/ Color psychology at work? Anyway, I told him I like the color red (it was the color that just so happens to pop into my mind) and crapped on about why I like it. Honestly, I don't even have a favorite color because it changes all the time varying with different circumstances, so I really don't know why employers even bother to ask. All that said, maybe his favorite color was red too, so much to my surprise, I was delightedly informed I was moving on to the next round =)</div>
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As luck would have it, I went away for a nice and relaxing vacation to the middle of nowhere in far far away land before my assessment. By the time I was back, I only had a day to prepare myself. It takes a while to get back the rhythm after such a carefree holiday, thus I barely prepared anything worthwhile. Arriving at the assessment center, I was surrounded by candidates with background and experiences far exceeding my own. Feeling slightly dejected, I told myself I'd just enjoy the day as much as I can and learn whatever that can be learned. The whole process turned out to be really fun and we were even treated to Chatime during break =D The assessments were by far less taxing compared to many held by other MNCs, though still required certain knowledge and skills. Unlike other assessments centers I've been to, where they put you under massive amount of pressure, adding nerves to it and force you to perform; I found L'Oréal's approach highly amicable (no wonder they are rated one of the best employers globally). Without realizing it, I left the assessment center with a satisfied smile and a little bit more hope =D</div>
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On that same night, I received an e-mail prodding me towards the next assessment which was to be done online. Receiving it so soon, I could only assume that everyone at the assessment center that day was entitled to it as long as they did not perform terribly. I never found out how I did on those tests, but it was good enough to manage a spot in the final round of interview YAY! ^_^ The happiness did not last, there was no news after that for nearly 3 weeks, and I was starting to believe that they have found someone better and merely forgotten to inform me I no longer have to attend the interview. Holding on to the last shred of hope I've got, I shot them a desperate e-mail. Hope was returned as I was granted my final interview the following week =)</div>
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Putting a lot of faith in getting this job, I have stopped proactively applying for other jobs these past few weeks. Though doubt still had me browsing <b><a href="http://www.jobstreet.com.my/" target="_blank">JobStreet</a></b> to keep an eye for openings, and lo and behold! I saw an ad from my previous employer looking to hire new managers O_O It could be that they are really expanding, but I have a feeling that either a few staffs are planning to leave or some ugly shit has happened after I left. Nonetheless, I'm glad I've left before all of it and I have no regrets of leaving.<br />
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Seeing as I wanted the L'Oréal job so much, I should have prepared myself better for the final interview and arrive early, but I did not and was late instead =( Anyhow what is done is done, all I can do now is wish for the best *fingers cross*</div>
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Thus, I have the following resolutions:<br />
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If I get the job, I will...<br />
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<li>Sponsor a <b><a href="http://www.worldvision.com.my/v1/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=13&Itemid=75&lang=en" target="_blank">World Vision</a></b> child.</li>
<li>Keep a pair of <b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/marimolover" target="_blank">Marimos</a></b> at the office as pets.</li>
<li>Save up for an overseas trip.</li>
<li>Buy myself a pair of Ray-Ban Aviator.</li>
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So, until next week when the final judgment is delivered...<br />
(It would be rather embarrassing to not get the job after such a lengthy post *cringe*)<br />
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On a side note, I came to remember that I happened to have used <span style="text-align: justify;">L'Oréal as a case study for one of my very first university assignments. Is it a sign or just mere coincidence?</span>
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<b>UPDATES:</b><br />
Excruciating days passed as I waited for the final reply. I woke up in the morning to a call for interview from another MNC still in hope that I would hear good news from <span style="text-align: justify;">L'Oréal. But as life would have it, I was meant to be late that day and was never meant to get the job =( This nearly 3-months long work drought is really pushing me to my wits' end T_T</span>C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-19397193005298554412012-04-22T14:55:00.000+08:002012-04-22T14:55:01.145+08:00Sleeping Together<div style="text-align: justify;">
'Sleeping together', a purely innocent act has been defiled by being the constant euphemism for 'having sex'. So much so that the thought of having two people sleeping together can cause so much unrest in some.</div>
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Thanks to the media, and all those uneducated/stupid people who throws babies at the roadside, the act of simply sleeping together conjures up so many imaginative or should I say UN-imaginative scenarios in people's mind. Why can't the meaning of sleeping together just be taken literally sometimes?</div>
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Being able to sleep together with your loved ones or even your friends should be a nice little privilege. You get to have quiet pillow talks before you fall asleep, tease and cuddle each other and wake up to whispers of good morning and possibly kisses (if you're not particular with morning breath *haha*). Taking words from a sleep specialist - <a href="http://marriage.about.com/cs/sleepingtogether/a/beddingdown.htm" target="_blank"><b>Dr. Beth Malow</b></a>, sleeping together is actually healthy for relationships because it can be emotionally healing. I'm pretty sure it does not only apply to relationship between couples, but also relationship between friends. Why else do you think that sleepover parties are ever so popular?</div>
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The mindset of sleeping together = having sex has really got to change. I understand that urges are sometimes hard to control, and anything can happen. But sleeping together does not mean that you are going to get a surprise in the next 9 months! Even if two people doesn't sleep together, they can still have sex. I can easily just fuck someone and then leave. So food for thought to you peeps out there who thinks sleeping together literally is such a taboo >_<</div>C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-47505163278808486412012-04-05T00:06:00.003+08:002012-09-08T01:26:55.000+08:00The True Insight<div style="text-align: justify;">
It's been nearly 2 months since I last blogged. *haihz* I've always thought people just say studying life is better than working life because that's just what people say. However, now that I've actually started working, I have to admit it's 100% true. Despite the fact that I like my job, I still think life was better as a student.
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<li style="text-align: justify;">Back in school, you hang out with the people you like, stay far far away from the people you don't like and bitch about them behind their backs. At the office, you are forced to work with people who don't like you or the people you don't like. You can't bitch with your other colleagues because there's this ugly thing called "office politics" which could jeopardize your career.</li>
<li style="text-align: justify;">Time is so precious now that you work 5 days a week instead of getting a 3-day weekend. Working long and unfixed hours totally cut down your own personal time. Now, only the weekend is left, and there's still friends and family.</li>
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There are actually still so much more that I want to say. But the clock is ticking, and there's a morning alarm that I can't miss tomorrow because it's a working day. So there you have it, the true insight of a working fresh graduate. Pardon the hasty conclusion, I shall come back to this topic again when I have more time.</div>
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Several months back, a friend's father passed...<br />
Just yesterday, one of my best friend lost her mom =(<br />
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Every time I hear of a close friend losing someone, especially a parent, my heart will start to beat faster, and I get into this panicky mode that makes me want to fly over to wherever they are and give them a super big hug that will squeeze away all the sorrow and provide some warmth and comfort, however little it may be, without saying a word. It's impossible to do that, I know. So I grab the nearest huggable thing I can find. It takes a while to calm myself down. I guess it just brings back certain feelings that I try so hard to bury.</div>
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It's going to be exactly 3 years in 2 days. A lot has changed since, and we are adapting in various ways. I think I can safely say that we're doing pretty good so far, and I hope it will continue to be good. For all those who have lost someone, it is important to know that things will be ok =) There's always someone out there who cares ♥ Be strong!</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>p.s. Daddy, if you are looking over me...please let me find an awesome job soon XD</i></span></div>C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-66722462150466663632012-01-01T23:30:00.000+08:002012-01-02T00:47:58.811+08:00Just My Luck!<span style="font-size: 13px;">My driving licence had expired for more than 3 months without me realizing it.
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<b>It was just my luck that</b> <i>there was a roadblock near my house on New Year's.</i><br />
<b>It was just my luck that</b> <i>I got asked to pull over.</i><br />
<b>It was just my luck that</b><i> it was the first time I was going to get a summon.</i><br />
<b>It was just my luck that</b> <i>he was a young police officer.</i><br />
<b>It was just my luck that</b> <i>he might have been trying to flirt.</i><br />
<b>It was just my luck that</b> <i>acting like a stupid bimbo and begging worked in my favor.</i><br />
<b>It was just my luck that</b> <i>I didn't drink a lot.</i><br />
<b>It was just my luck that</b> <i>Bibi was with me.</i><br />
<b>It was just my luck that</b> <i>Bibi's brother happens to be a traffic police.</i><br />
<b>It was just my luck that</b> <i>the police officer didn't issued me a summon.</i><br />
<b>It was just my luck that</b> <i>the police officer didn't ask for a bribe either.</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13px;">I've used up my year's worth of luck within the first few hours of 2012 -_-''</span>C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-47269413504071041012011-12-11T14:29:00.001+08:002011-12-11T14:59:18.902+08:00It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Hope you guys like it and a very Merry Christmas to you all!! ^_^ ♥<br />
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My Christmas wish this year is...<br />
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but a simple and warm heartfelt Christmas =)</div>
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I'm sorry I've neglected you for almost 4 months =( I've been really busy and stressed with assignments/exams, and all the piled up backlogs are too intimidating to even peek at =S I've shown <b><a href="http://delights4u.tumblr.com/">Tumblr</a></b> more love over the past 4 months and it's now time to make it up to you <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;">♥</span></div>
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So first things first, I've decided to write off all my backlogs and start anew =) There are simply too many to even start catching up on, and by the time I'm done with them, I'd have accumulated a new bunch of backlogs -.- Since I'm also starting a new life with uni coming to an end, starting fresh would be a good start =D I'm too lazy to start an entirely new blog, and I still feel somewhat attached to this current one, so this post will mark the end of the "old" blog and the beginning of the "new" blog ^_^</div>
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C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-46552805079454713732011-07-27T23:22:00.008+08:002015-05-30T16:03:20.579+08:00I deserve better<div id="uM42Hqfc" title="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">
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<div style="text-align: justify;">They've totally upgraded since the last time I took them. They now give you a blanket in addition to the small pillow, rice meals and personal in-bus entertainment! It really feels like you're on a plane, and the seats are so much more comfy than your average economy class passenger aircraft =)</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">I finally got to see Bibi and Ivy again like what?? After 3 years??!</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I miss being in high school and being crazy XD</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Penang has changed a lot since...</span><br />
and so have our lives</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Welcome to Straits Quay</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">The place feels so <i>ang moh</i> *LOL*</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Other than the cute Charlie Brown decorations, there's really nothing to rave about this place because everything we ordered <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SUCKS!</span> We didn't try their main course and stuff, but I doubt it'll be any better.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Visited the original <b><a href="http://www.t-bowl.com/">T-Bowl Concept Restaurant</a></b> in Queensbay Mall. All I can say is it's worst than the one in <b><a href="http://csdelights.blogspot.com/2010/11/t-bowl-concept-restaurant.html">Sunway Pyramid</a></b> =S The lighting is too dark and the drinks and dessert were sickly sweet...it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SUPER SUCKS!</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Out of the three concept stores we went to, Clinic Café has the most acceptable food. It's not great but they are definitely better than the other two. It could be due to us only ordering the fried snacks and drinks, so I can't say for the rest of their menu options.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Some things just don't change...</span><br />
like friendship ♥ and a few other things</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Ivy still likes her muscle men =P</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Bibi still have her awesome BBQ ^_^</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">And I'm still me XD</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">It was really really great to be able to meet up again =)</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">If only we were complete *sigh* =(</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Anyway...let's move on with the post...</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Got to see Bibi's super cute nephews ^_^</div><div style="text-align: center;">Aren't they a bit Chinese-looking? *LOL*</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Managed to meet up with Boon Hoe and David as well =)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks Boon Hoe for driving us around and bringing us go <i>makan</i> ^_^</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Mee mamak</i> at Bangkok Lane. It's a bit wet for my liking but the taste is not bad, and I really like how they added small pieces of cuttlefish inside for texture. There's however one thing with this place though, their service attitude is really TERRIBLE. It took them half an hour to get our order done just because we ordered one large plate to share amongst the three of us. The worst thing was they came to our table to confirm our order 3-4 times when Boon Hoe already went to order at the stall before we even sat down. Just because you serve good food doesn't mean you can bully your customers! >_<</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Went to Viva Local Food Haven (东城饮食中心) for some good old hawker food. I finally got my fried oyster *wee~* ^_^ The oysters as you can see in the picture is quite huge compared to the usual ones you get in KL or even Gurney Drive, and it was relatively cheaper too =) We ordered grilled stingray as well, which was really good especially with the additional sauce YUM! But I only remembered I've forgotten to take a picture when the fish was half demolished, so I didn't bothered XD Didn't really like the 卤面 (<i>loh mee</i>) Boon Hoe got because there's one kind of taste to it, and I forgot what David ordered because it was nothing special *haha*</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">That wraps up the end of my Cuti-Cuti Malaysia to Penang.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stay tuned for Cuti-Cuti Malaysia Sarawak and Ipoh =D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Most photos taken from Bibi's camera</span></i></div>C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239739573115007884.post-36127910977654095432011-07-18T02:14:00.001+08:002011-07-23T13:36:10.909+08:00Your Song<div style="text-align: center;">I don't remember where I first heard this version of the song, but this is my favorite rendition =)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not one of those who can easily hide</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't have much money, but boy if I did</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'd buy a big house where we both could live</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do</div><div style="text-align: center;">You see I've forgotten if they're green of they're blue</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway the thing is what I really mean</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And you can tell everybody this is your song</div><div style="text-align: center;">It may be quite simple but now that it's done</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you don't mind</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you don't mind that I put down in words</div><div style="text-align: center;">How wonderful life is now you're in the world</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I was a sculptor, but then again no</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or a girl who makes potions in a travelling show</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know it's not much but it's the best I can do</div><div style="text-align: center;">My gift is my song and this one's for you</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And you can tell everybody this is your song</div><div style="text-align: center;">It may be quite simple but now that it's done</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you don't mind</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope you don't mind that I put down in words</div><div style="text-align: center;">How wonderful life is now you're in the world</div>C'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04427776916868001524noreply@blogger.com1