Life Is…

Life is exciting, full, and satisfying.  Every second of it.  As MacDonald’s would say, “I’m lovin’ it.”

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How To Enjoy Interviews

I had a wonderful time at an interview last week.  Though I’ve been informed I didn’t get the job, it was still wonderful.  I laughed and actually conversed with the interviewers.  I felt more like myself and more relaxed than I ever felt at any interview.  I think they enjoyed themselves too, because they kept laughing. 

 The main difference for this interview on my part was that I was really prepared.  As in, I actually bothered to find the common interview questions and phrase how I would answer each question.  Previously, my preparation consisted of reading about the company online and that was it.  I realised that I’d done rather poorly for all my previous interviews.  This one felt different because I felt in control.  As a result, I could be myself and was more confident in answering questions.  If I’d only known that all it took to feel less nervous during interviews was to be prepared, I would have done it sooner.  It’s actually quite fun.   

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Being Unemployed

Not for long, I think.  The advertising agencies are responding.  Hip Hip and Hooray!

But meanwhile, being unemployed means I get to witness TV at its best.  At 5:00 PM yesterday, I witnessed this scene on Ghost Whisperer which can only go down in TV History as the best scene ever.

Ghost Whisperer (a.k.a Lamest person ever):  You have to cross over.

Wentworth Miller (a.k.a The Ghost):  (crying) Cross over where?

Ghost Whisperer:  To the light.

Seriously?  Seriously?  How does Jennifer Love Hewitt say such things like “to the light” and keep a straight face?  That alone testifies that she is a great actress.

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Jeans Sizes And Being Mean To Bikers

Everytime Aunt Flo decides to make her unavoidable but most dreaded visit, I feel the need to bulk up much like a body-builder does — except that my bulk is mostly jiggly and soft.  I do it by consuming copious amounts of food, anytime, anywhere and anything that is within a reasonable amount of distance from me (i.e. anything within a one foot radius). 

This bulking-up and then losing some of the weight when Aunt Flo goes back home has caused me to have sizes of jeans that appear to be for seven different women, except that they are all mine.  I exaggerate.  But that’s not the point.  This has caused me to arrange my jeans in seasons not unlike those who live in temperate countries.  But mine is far more simple, pre-Aunt Flo and post-Aunt Flo. 

On another different topic, some idiotic motorcyclist was revving his bike at the carpark directly opposite my house.  I think he was reparing his bike, or getting rid of whatever gas in his exhaust which some biker told me they need to do.  Why he cannot do so on the expressway, far far away from me and my kind neighbours, I don’t know.  And if he was reparing his bike, maybe he could also do it far far away from me, and not barely 100 meters away from my house.  Maybe the fumes from his bike got into his brain and prevented him from thinking or blocked his ability for consideration.

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The Least Opinionated Person On Earth

So, I find that when my life depends on it (or at least my grades), I am actually the least opinionated person in the entire world.  I am supposed to write an opinion piece for my Creative Writing module and I cannot for the life of me form an opinion about anything at all.  This state of being is actually a very nice state for others because I’m surprisingly easy-going when I’m devoid of any opinions, but not very conducive for you know, actually coming up with a piece of writing that requires an opinion?

My very nice friends have come up with some brilliant topics when I asked for some help and I’m sure they’re pretty sick of me whinging about this yet again.  And so help me God, I’ve to develop an opinion and make it exciting, entertaining and sound like I actually believe in it by the 28th of this month. 

Oh ya, to add to the difficulty level of the assignment, I’m supposed to be funny as well, which I.  Can’t.  Do.  I can be sacarstic, and oh a little demeaning sometimes.  Maybe even dryly funny, but I sure as hell can’t be laugh-out-loud funny.  Which I suppose is what my lecturer wants because she sure didn’t think I injected humour into my classroom compositions when I thought they bordered on being hilariously funny. 

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My Apologies To The World

I am sorry first and foremost that I do not treat my family with the kind of unconditional love that they should receive.

I am sorry that I do not treat my friends and those around me with the preciousness that they are.

I am sorry that when I view charity shows on TV, I am skeptical and do not feel moved to give.

I am sorry that I signed up for the World Vision newsletter, but found it a nuisance after a while.  I didn’t care enough for the people that were going hungry.

I am sorry that for every shoe (brand I shall not name) I buy, you are out there slogging your life out for measly wages.

I am sorry that people are burning up food supplies in order to make prices stay or increase without thought to your poverty.

I am sorry that I allowed myself to push all your needs out of my life just so I could concentrate on ME.

I am sorry that I complained about the trivial things in my life when everyday you struggle to live.

I am sorry that you may not be getting the aid that you need because of certain red-tape or foundations that are not giving them out.

I am sorry for many things but I guess I’m mostly sorry that I don’t know how to make all this stop for you. 

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Golf

I used to say that the sport I hated the most was golf.  But now, I have the sudden urge to learn and to try playing it.  Never say never right?

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Last Lecture And The Perfection Complex

I attended my last-ever lecture session for my degree course last Saturday.  I did my presentation, albeit not as well as I would have liked to, but I am beyond caring.  I just feel incredibly light-weight.  I feel new.  I feel like the world is at my feet.  I feel like I can now go out and accomplish what I have been called to do.  I feel reborn.  No doubt, it’s a fleeting feeling (then again, aren’t all emotions?).  But does everybody who graduate feel this way?  Or is it just me? 

Anyway, I’ve been reading lots of books while waiting to be employed.  Mostly Christian ones.  Some software ones like Photoshop and Excel.  One of the books I read made me realise that I have what I’ll call a perfection complex.  I always feel the need to appear problem-free in front of my friends.  I am afraid to share about my failures, about my feelings about such failures.  In short, I am afraid to be vulnerable. 

Normally, I would think it’s a good thing.  But the book says that it makes you less approachable to your friends because they think you’re not going to be understanding to their problems.  I think that rings very true.  I recently shared with a friend how I messed up, and we laughed about it.  She said, “I never thought you will make mistakes like that.”  When I was reading that particular book, I remembered what that friend said, and I realised that I’ve been too busy trying my best to hide my problems from my friend, and for what purpose?  To show them I’m not human?!  That I don’t make mistakes?  That’s obviously impossible.  So why am I afraid to be vulnerable?  Am I afraid they’ll think less of me?  Possibly so, but aren’t real friendships those that remain even when we’ve seen each other at our worst?  I like to think, and I believe that all the friends I have around me are those that are very accepting.  I really believe that this is true.  People like my JC mates and some of my Secondary school friends are people that I think will accept each other, faults and all. 

Besides, people who have the perfection complex are no fun to be around at all.  They seem forbidding, cold and unapproachable.  At least, that’s my opinion. 

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What A Difference A Day Made

So yesterday I was down, and today I am H-A-P-P-Y.  I’m so happy, it disgusts me.  And I have good reason not to be happy today because I did something I can only describe as cosmically stupid. 

Some recruitment consultant called me up asking if she could send my resume for this job which involves data entry and telemarketing.  I stupidly gave the go-ahead.  I honestly don’t know what I was thinking.  I think I was thinking, “no harm trying.  I can always find out more about the job and reject it after the interview.”  But there was to be no interview, because about 15 minutes later, the consultant called me back and told me I got the job!  Imagine my shock.  Then I couldn’t back out of it.  I tried to, over the phone, but I didn’t have any good excuses.  So I went down and signed the contract to work till end of June.  Another stupid thing to do.  Oh.  my.  god.  I’m going to call her again on Monday and say I’d been offered a full-time job.  Hopefully I can worm my way out of this one.  It’s so stupid that I find it funny instead of horrifying.  It’s horrifying-ly funny, if you know what I mean.  I don’t know how I got myself into this one.  I’m a big mess.  I do such messed-up things.

So this spurt of happiness, has absolutely nothing to do with my circumstances.  Because not only did I do something cosmically stupid, I have school tomorrow and a presentation due.  So on all counts, I should be pretty unhappy.   

Somebody searched for “armpit hair”, and got to my page.  Now…  How did that happen?  Haha. 

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