Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Life works in mysterious ways. One moment your world can be crumbling and the next, pieces fall in place again.

I went through 6 hours of interview, 12 hours of traveling and got offered a position. I turned them down. Too little for too much traveling. Haha, and I did it in a most unprofessional way. Let's just say I got caught out on a couple of white lies. Oops.. guess I won't be applying there in the next 10 years.

Other interviews have been officially lined up. I was swaying back and forth for a couple of days but in the end, I simply couldn't imagine myself waking up at 5.30 every single freaking day. Ok, now that the lifeline is gone, it's time to SERIOUSLY job hunt.

Things on the personal front are.... haha, I'm not saying. :)

We all do things that may not make sense, or seem rational. But I suppose in the end, you do things that make you feel good.

Just one day at a time.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Himbo Moment Take 1

I was in the library with Mr. David Aw, taking a break from studying for Personnel Selection, when this priceless moment occurred...

I'm incredibly bored and decide to surf a couple of blogs. Reading Sydney's new blog, her latest post is about the rehearsal footage of Britney's choreography for the VMAs, but with a stand-in dancer. I'm happily watching the pretty awesome dancing (man! Britney must have been high or something! The dance was supposed to be so hot!), when David Aw leans over...

David (genuinely perplexed): "Eh! Stop pretending to be arty can! Just because we had a talk earlier about art, doesn't mean you have to pretend to be so arty!!"

I was stunned speechless. The title of the blog post was "BRITNEY'S REAL VMA CHOREOGRAPHY", there's no way he could have missed it at his close range. Britney = arty???? What next? 50 Cent the next Mozart? Elton John the next Pope?

I didn't know whether to burst into laughter or mock him openly. I wisely chose to do neither, swallowing my giggles and going back to work.

And making fun of him on my blog instead.


Here's the ARTY video for your viewing pleasure.



Sunday, November 11, 2007

Family of Non-Scientists...(Bimbo moment Take 1)


While watching Fantastic Four:


(TV) Reed: "Chem 101: What happens when you supercool hot metal?"


Cheryl, Geraldine and Me (in unison): "What happens??"


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Geradine: "Guess we all failed chem, huh?"


Haha, and THAT'S why we're all into the arts scene.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Time To Wake Up

It's freaking amazing. Either I'm truly schizophrenic, or there's something about relationships that makes me go bonkers. Maybe I'm not meant to be a girlfriend, or maybe I've just been saddled to the wrong man. A man who makes me behave irrationally and like a shrew. A man who thinks so little of me and belittles me in a bid to boost his own ego (he actually had the balls to admit it). A man who recognized that I am stronger than he'd ever be and uses tiny emotional tricks to break down my self-esteem.

I'm a hopeless romantic. I keep thinking that I'd have a fairytale ending to my life. And seeing how my parents have been together and still so loving after a long time, a long term relationship really appeals to me. So much so that I can be blinded and act like a besotted fool when I think I'm in love. Taking punishment and self-flagellation that no self-respecting person should ever have to swallow. Thinking that there's something wrong with ME because my best traits are portrayed in a negative light by him. Thinking no one would ever love ME again because he has described me as a horrible human being. Yes, this is all coming from a man who purported to have loved me.

He doesn't even begin to know the meaning of love. And I'm finally beginning to realize what it means to be an utterly, utterly stupid fool. I used to despise and scorn women who behaved in such a manner. Now I understand. Women are naturally emotionally fragile. And when we are emotionally invested in someone, our egos become incredibly brittle and affected by our significant other. No matter how strong we may seem, on the inside, we have surrendered our autonomy and often find it difficult to regain independence. To the extent that when things go badly, we are unable to see ourselves as being worthy creatures again.

I hit a new low last night. I allowed him to continuously abuse me over and over again, all the while swallowing my pride and hurt. The more I think about it, the stupider I feel. I feel like slapping myself and shaking myself awake from this nightmare. Yes, this may be my first relationship, but it's no reason for acting like a spineless, mindless, stupid fuck. Someone please slap me really, really hard.

I'm so mad right now! I want to hurt something really, really badly. Luckily, I have really supportive people around me who keep me from falling off the cliff. I will not succumb to depression. I will not lose my self-respect.


This is what he let slip away. His loss. Maybe this is God's way of telling me that I need to treat myself better and that I'm capable of hooking someone a gazillion times better than him.

Thank the stars! I can finally enjoy pork in all its beautific, juicy glory again.