my early morning antics

I have been hooked to Wei Yi by Wang Lee Hom of late (click for music video). So yesterday, I listened to the song over and over again. Listening intently, while playing (surprise surprise) Spider Solitaire on my bed at 6ish in the morning.

Truth be told, my grasp in the Mandarin department is as good as a fat woman trying on a pair of skinny jeans. a PAINFUL process; not to mention painful to hear as well. Replacing the lyrics with 'ne-ne', for every word that I don't know. And this is how I sing the chorus of Wei Yi

Baby ne ne ne wo de wei yi

ne ne ne ne ne ne xinghui

ne ne ne rong yi

So I had my earphones plugged into my ears, thus anulling any sense of audibility of how loud i was singing. Plus I was in the zone, if u know what i mean. Suddenly the phone rang. It was my mom.

Mom: are u ok?

me: yah Im ok. why?

mom: are u crying?

me: no, i am singing

mom: oh it sounds as though u were wailing.

(at the background, i could hear my sister saying, "see i told u he is singing!")

at that moment, my mom sure as hell punctured my ego. bleargh

the waiting game is soon over

I have finally secured myself a job in a bank; after rounds of gruelling tests, role plays and a panel interview. not too mention a whole lot of time. Finally, something which interest me.

Managed to bargain till next monday before I ink my signature to the job contract. For I will be bonded for a year should i decide to take on the job. Then again, what's 1 year? Further, remuneration package seems pretty attractive and I know taking this on, will help carve my intended career as a business consultant. So that is good.

So from now till next monday, if there's aint any more interesting offer, I will take on that job. Work will commence on 1st October. So I have 1 more month of bumming my ass around.

But bumming my ass has been pretty much vexing and really time consuming. Seriously. Bumming your ass for 1 -2 weeks is fine. But for 1 whole month...it seems as though my body is degenerating and my joints slowly disjointed from their socket.

So, should i take it on, I'll get myself a part time job. To pass this time and too earn the much needed dough. Nonetheless a happy gooper I am.

Oh yeah, to those who have who have lent those words of encouragement..Thank You. (being unemployed can be quite wrist-cutting)

Im on Friendster.. Are you?

I have a Friendster account. Ok, like who doesnt? The problem is, I have friends on my account, who don't really constitute as friends. Most are people who were just a part of a phase of my life and parted thereafter. No phone calls, no meet ups, nada. Friends who eventually become strangers.

So anyway what puzzles me is why do they bother adding me in the first place? First a message, followed by my authorisation, communication stops thereafter. Am I just a face for them to add for the benefit of collecting a long list of friends? But should I really blame them for trying to gain bragging rights by having a 'good looking' face of mine showcased under their list of friends? Whatever it is, I feel really used.

Every month or so, I painstakingly do a stock take on my inventory of friends; deleting all the expired goods (aka ppl whom I don’t constitute as friends). But it always ends up to be a fruitless attempt as the number continues to scale up.

So I took the liberty to pen this on my 'Who I want to meet' part of the profile.

"If we are mere acquaintance, don't bother trying to add me unless u think u are worth my time. If u are trying to be friends, don’t bother for Im already having a hard time whittling down the number."

Somehow or rather, people are still requesting to be added. Why do I know so many shameless people out there?? WHY??!!

The Parting of Davy & His 50cents

Some post ago, I referred a great friend of mine, Davy, as 50cents. Davy was given this moniker as he once unabashedly claimed that his nips are equal to the size of the Australian 50 cent coin. For the uninitiated, the 50 cent coin is the biggest, in terms of size, in Aust. And yes, Davy is very proud of his ..ahem..assets.

No, my entry today, is not about the size of his nips. Its quite revolting, come to think of it. Rather, the entry today is about his fascination with his, you guess it, 50cent coins. So much so he posted an entry on Jings's xanga for the whole netizen to see.

The excerpt taken goes like this (you might want to read Jing's entry to have a clearer picture)...

I am going broke soon....maybe I need to use my two 50cents later on just in case
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50 Cents said: wooowuuuuu, Davy Davy, We are gonna miss you...

Davy: Big Big 50 Cents, I am gonna miss you too...I am going to use you both soon, please take care of your yourselves

50 Cents: We will..and you too...ok?

Davy: Ya, I promise you both, as long as I can get a job and have money, I will bring you back..

---Davy and 50 Cents are crying together---

50 Cents: We trust you, Davy..we all love you...You are always Mr. Smart in our hearts.

Davy: I know, I am always Mr. Smart to everybody. wooowuuuu, You two are the biggest 50 Cents I have ever had...., maybe you can ask Jing Jing, she can help you both and keep you guys around her..

50 Cents: We also think so...Jing Jing, we are coming now...wait for us!

--Jing Jin is so happy to see 50 Cents and they are living happily forever--

------------The End--------------------
Posted 8/24/2006 at 1:32 AM by blueblue2006

The weirdest friends I have. But then again, I've not laughed so much for a long time. So much so it gave a good workout to my abs (eh I got abs ok, I just have to flex them.....hard).

Anyway Wenjing, Congrats! You are richer by a Dollar now. haha. And if u guys happen to chance upon someone with no nipples attached to his body, say hi to him. His name is Davy..

The "Save Rahman" Campaign

Sick since yesterday. Really really sick. Feel feeble and weak. Couldnt sleep well as my mucus constantly slither out of my nose like water out of a tap. I really hate being sick.

So I missed an interview today. In retrospect, being sick was afterall a blessing in disguise, since the interview was set at 9am. I knew I couldn't wake up. Even if I did, Im sure I would be there all groggy as I sit myself vis-a-vis the interviewer.

A final 4hr interview with a Bank come Saturday. Bonded for a year ( at $10,000) if i decide to place my 'John Hancock' on the dotted line. But I'm somewhat swayed to take on that job. Oh well, we'll see.

My life which hitherto been revolved around nothing but bumming my ass at home, is now filled with interviews after interviews. So that's good.

My mom has been constantly nagging on when I can get a job. I think she's worried if I end up being a slacker, unemployed, a destitute,a void-deck mat or a druggie. I think my mom is a tad too paranoid and not to mention over-zealous. So worried is she, that she has been actively looking out for jobs for me and romping my relatives at it, as well.

So my aunt called me. and the conversation goes like this.

Aunty: "Eh u want a job is it?"

me: "Why? You got lobang (job opportunity) arh?"

Aunt (in a very excited manner; so excited her voice became shrieky): "so and so son-in-law's brother is a Manager at Mustafa Centre. You call him larh! I give u his number, maybe can get job there! "

me (dead-panly):"Mustafa Centre? *dies* ..eerrr.Its ok larh"

Aunt (sounds offended): "U young people arh, all so choosy......(i forgot what she said at this point on, for I have a tendency to shut off when one goes on a nagging tirade)...Nevermind, just call him ok?"

me (patronisingly): "oh ok. if i get the job I give u discount when u shop there ok?"

Aunt (obviously not sensing that i was being sarcastic): "Haiyah, I hardly shop at Mustafa larh. But since you give a discount, I go there more often larh".

FYI, till today I have yet to call that person. And no, I have no intention to do so.

I think my mom and my relatives are on a mission, with a slogan that goes SAVE RAHMAN! GET HIM A JOB. *sighz*

Confession from the unemployed

Beginning to feel restless. Let me add, VERY restless. So far, been offered jobs by companies that I don't see myself working in/for. Don't ask me why I even bother to send them my resume. Don't.

And no, its not about the money (ok it does matter) rather its about the long term plans of career and holistical growth. By far, none of the companies that I went for interviews, met my expectation.

The bigger companies are taking thier time in conducting interviews. I can't wait no longer for I am bored off my socks doing nothing but idling day in day out.

I once thought, with my credentials, doors would be opened with embracing arms complete with glee. I guess not; and that my friends, is a humbling experience.

So in the mean time, I shall continue carrying my mobile phone everywhere in my home, just in case an MNC decides to call me. Or so i hope......

call me please?

The slow transition

my posts have been nothing short but dense. Reckon I left my 'word-smith' capability in Brisbane. That or the scorching heat has fried my brain for good.

I wanted to post pictures.. of good fun, of graduation, of my beloved friends i left in brisbane ( and 1 hospitalised soul in HK) and of beloved friends reunited once more in Singapore. But the thoughts of choosing pictures, resizing them, uploading them to Photobucket, etc, proves to much of a hassle. Too cumbersome. Too painstaking. In short, I am pure lazy. (Oh spank me please)

So if you wanna see graduation pictures, please click here or here or here. I did not tell them that i am using their site as an entertainment remedy for my sloth-like soul, so please thank them for me.

Homecoming has been a bliss thus far, been showered with much love and affection. Given the attention I have been getting, I wish that I'm away more often. Keep the love coming guys... Ok I'm pushing it.

Lastly, to that great friend who's now being hospitalised in Hong Kong...GET WELL SOON MATEY, THE WORKING WORLD IS WAITING FOR YOU!!

Spot Davy? clue: he's the one with the bowl-like haircut

And so the dog loving boy mutated into that octopus known as Davy Jones

ok only 1 graduation photo, am honestly too lazy to put up more. So excuse me while i retreat to the comfort of my bed. To unencumbered liberation.....

ps: miss you guys truck loads..if u got a card from me..yes, its you!!