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For the second time in less than six months, I’m logged out of my MSN account for unknown reasons. Theoretically it shouldn’t happen because I use the password manager so that I never have to key in passwords. I never remember passwords. Still, the MSN application claims that it can’t log in with that password and now, even after resetting the password twice, I still can’t log in.
Damn it, I have a feeling it’s not the entire MSN community which is facing this problem. What the hell is wrong with my account?! Life without MSN is freaking miserable.
I found these pictures on the camera which was used for the recent Melbourne trip. I’m happier just by looking at them. Maybe if I stare at them for 48 hours straight I’ll figure things out and snap out of the blues.
Why would anyone neglect their families for the sake of someone they’ve only known for a couple of months?
I just don’t get it.
I have always thought fences were an eyesore in pictures and served no other purpose than to obstruct tourists from enjoying their sightseeing.
During my recent trip to Melbourne, my parents and I joined a Mandarin-speaking tour group so that they can enjoy the sightseeing without language barriers. There was this day when there were six other tourists from The Nation of Crimson Scarves within the group.
We visited a strip along the Great Ocean Road where there were koala bears. As typical koala bears usually do, there was one feeding on eucalyptus leaves before dozing off. This perverse woman from the group then picked up a very thick stick from the ground, stood in position and asked the tour guide if she could throw the stick at the koala bear. The tour guide expressed in pure horror that it wasn’t allowed and that it was a criminal charge to hurt animals in Australia. Facing legal threats, the woman threw the stick away and began to clap her hands loudly to attract the attention of the koala bear. I don’t know what she was expecting the koala bear to do, maybe she thought self-respecting bear would climb down and offer her a handshake.
I was very disgusted by that sick woman. It was only then I understood why some tourist spots have to be totally fenced up. After witnessing how ugly some tourists can be, I began to appreciate these fences. They’re not that ugly anymore.
It’s really nice of them to warn the unsuspecting population of the evil storm.
Must be a slow news day over there at CNA.
You know how people can own a lot but still feel empty? Yeah, that’s exactly how I’m feeling right now. I have friends around me but I don’t feel like sharing some thoughts with any of them. It’s not that my friends are not worthy, they’re the best kind of people I can have around me.
I guess it’s just me to keep things to myself. It’s as if I’m out there alone on an island. I’m just very affected, especially after observing things that have been going on around me and the last straw was the dream I had last night. I guess dreams do somehow reflect our thoughts.
If only dreams come true, though I’m not sure if that’s a sure recipe for happiness.
This is just too damn funny lah. Or maybe it’s my warped sense of humour.
The view that was yummier than the food
It has been a long time since the whole family (minus the Aussie bro) sat down to a dinner in a jovial and amicable mood. Everything would have been perfect if the kelong restaurant had maintained its high culinary standards. They used to serve absolutely kickass food but apparently, the food has been disappointing since the departure of the chef. It was so bad that I would only consider the dish of crayfish as barely edible. It was a disgrace to seafood in general.
Oh well, at least there weren’t any dead cockroaches in the food. There was this Chinese restaurant in Melbourne which had accidentally served up a cockroach 1cm in length. I was pissed by it because hey, it’s all right to serve mediocre food but as a paying customer, I’d expect hygenic food, you know? When I raised the issue at the counter, all the boss did was to mumble something about the chef doing it AGAIN and when I wasn’t appeased by the absence of an apology and a decent explanation, he proceeded to march into the kitchen to scream at the chef. No kidding, the boss just didn’t apologise.
More good food lined up over the next few weeks, yay.
After a stressful and frustrating week of Tiger Airways and touristy parents I am finally back in Singapore. I certainly hope I’ve secured a job during the time I was away. The important call (results from the second interview) might come in tomorrow.
I am so pissed with Tiger I am going to write an email complaint, essay style. I’m not trying to be a bitchy customer but they are providing me with much fodder for the essay-to-be. I am usually nonchalant about things because I try and take things easy, but there’s a limit to my patience and laidback attitude.
Convocation’s over and it was the least stressful part of the trip because seriously, I didn’t really give a damn about it. I attended the ceremony dressed in a shirt and sweater cardigan and comfy sneakers. My classmates were shocked by my casual dressing but hey, there wasn’t any dress code and besides, it might be the last formal event I can attend dressed in student garb, you know?
During the convocation I was toying with the idea of doing a PhD. I know, I sound like a crazy geek. I’m barely out of school and I’m thinking of going back again? But that wasn’t the first time I’ve thought about it and I guess I might do it after all. I’ll probably do it once I get sick of the big, bad corporate world and accumulate enough funds.
I can’t tell if I’m thinking straight now. Gotta go catch up on more sleep first.
There are miracles in the world because I received a call this morning requiring me to turn up for a second interview tomorrow. It’s totally unexpected because I was stuttering when the interviewer asked for my hands-on experience during internship. To date, this is the only organization that has shown interest in me, damn it.
I seriously hope I don’t screw up tomorrow. There’s not much time for me to weave recall more convincing stories about internship if I want to get some decent sleep tonight. I’m just hoping they’re not gonna harp on work experience tomorrow, I might drown.
I’m also hoping I wouldn’t have the wild look of a lunatic in my eyes tomorrow. All these travel coordination and planning for the graduation trip back to Australia are getting on my nerves. I have to handle everything by myself because in this family, the father pays, the loafers arrange. Yes, that’s me, a loafer. I know, I know. If I can’t handle travel arrangements for three people, how can I possibly handle multiple projects at work right? The real problem is the tight deadline for this trip.
I’ve been procrastinating most of the arrangements because hell, what if I didn’t make it for the final semester? Now that the results have been released, everything has been a crazy whirlwind. Yes, I’ll be flying this Friday, which is like, tomorrow, as I type past midnight. I now see the wisdom of my brother’s school in having the convocations months after the end of the semester.
Good luck to me, I need a smooth journey and a job real bad.
I’ve been spending an unhealthy amount of time at home since my return. I guess it was due to the ridiculous weather. I was out in the Clarke Quay area the other night and according to the companions, it wasn’t a particularly warm night but I just melted in the heat. I glared at them when they contemplated hanging out at one of the outdoor pubs. We ended up having iced drinks at McDonald’s and man, was it cooling.
Anyway, I have had enough of lazing around at home. It’s time to take a walk out there with my camera or something, but I’m supposed to start packing the luggage for the graduation. Damn, I hate packing luggages. Besides, I’ve almost gotten used to the weather here and I’m heading back for the freezing cold and then returning to hot, humid weather again? Let’s see how well my body can adjust to extreme temperature differences, yah?
Hmm, can’t decide where I should go tomorrow if I have the time.
I’ve been trying to log in to school network to check The Results which will determine if I will fly over this Friday but alas, for the past two hours I’ve been caught in the bottleneck. Guess there are thousands of students like me clogging up the system. This is strange, because the results had been out for a couple of hours by the time I woke up.
The suspense is killing me.
*I’ve passed! Without glowing grades but considering the crap I had to face this semester, it’s acceptable lah.
It’s sad to learn about yet another tragedy in water sports. But something about what the victim’s sister had said in an interview bugged me. I’m not sure if she had said so out of grief; grief might influence a person’s perspective. During the interview, she was questioning the authorities for not making life jackets mandatory for water sports, it could have prevented the tragedy from happening. It really made me wonder.
For one, do we really need rules and regulations in every aspect of our life in order to survive? To what extent should the authorities implement regulations to protect the lives of the people? Are we so protected by the regulations that we are unable to use our common sense in making judgments? I’m sure the victim knew his limitations in swimming, shouldn’t he have taken precautions? It was his own life after all.
The law prohibits drunk driving, but there are still lots of people around who drive after drinking. Some drivers can still drive safely when the blood alcohol content is above usual levels and obviously, some can’t. It’s a matter of good judgment and knowing your own limits. The loss of lives cannot be prevented unless people care about themselves and ensure their own safety.
Sure enough, this fatal incident could have been prevented but really, who should take up responsibility? Should it be the authorities for not making life jackets mandatory in water sports? The sailing team for not insisting that weak swimmers put on life jackets and allowing them to join the team? The victim for not protecting himself? Sports should be a enjoyment for those who love it and it can only be so if sportspeople take good care of themselves while indulging in it.
Peace to the grieving.
Time just passes by without me noticing. I guess it’s what happens when a person has nothing to do every day. I finally bagged a decent interview and it’s the first interview which taught me something. For one, I have to boost the job descriptions under my employment description, which is almost non-existent in the first place. Next, I have never thought a lot about asking the interviewer questions, but it DOES matter a lot, as I learnt today.
Oh well, I probably wouldn’t get this job cos they really need someone with experience. After all, they’re setting up a spanking new marketing department and I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t want bumbling new graduate who didn’t even have proper marketing experience during internship. Fortunately I’m only treating today’s interview as a training session for future interviews.
The worst moment of the day didn’t take place during the interview. In fact, the interview was pretty all right for a first-time. The worst moment was when I accidentally stepped on a lady’s bare toes in my heels while on the train. I am still swimming in guilt.
Tomorrow willl be a better day, I hope.
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