a couple of random updates:
had a tour of my new office today - the ogilvy center in robinsons road is drop dead gorgeous. i promise i will take photos of it and post them up soon.
tartar is definitely expensive stuff.
a teeny weeny bit of it on my tooth cost me sixty bucks just now - just to have the dentist clean it off before it develops into an even more expensive problem.
its a new month but im too lazy to do up my archives.
the amount of traffic here, or rather the lack of it has been making me a little upset. perhaps because it makes me feel forgotten.
another evidence that supported my suspicion that i am still emotionally immature - i couldnt help grinning when the pretty dentist told me that i did a good job keeping my teeth free of decay (i used to react similarly in primary school whenever the nurse praised me fer brushing my teeth regularly.)
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please read the below advertisment.
there's a job offer from this firm MYCG. There's a slot for 1, working from 14 Feb to 30 June. Pay is between 800 and 1000. Working hours: Mon - Fri, 9am to 6pm. Location - 15 Jalan Rumia, Chip Bee Gardens (Holland V). Requirements - able to use word and excel, able to speak and write in eng fluently, able to roll up ur sleeves and learn, and being able to design/create website and/or microsoft access database is an advantage.
the FIRST thing that ran through my mind when i wus reading it:
isnt the company a little too demanding - i understand the need fer the applicant to know a bit of computer skills which is probably necessary fer the occasion data entry that he/she might need to be, and i think some competency in english is probably imperative to the job as well. but how the hell can the company expect to pay as little as eight hundred bucks fer somebody who knows html and/or microsoft access database. (which is effectively five dollars per hour if you deduct one hour off fer lunch) what kind of fucking rotten pay is that - when you can probably get the same amount of pay working in places like coffee club express or starbucks. and besides, judging from the feedback that ive been getting from some of my friends who are workin while waiting fer their A level results (or some who had gone through this stage), many of them spoke of bad experiences whereby the employer actually tried to dumb all the SHIT jobs (okay, poor description but theres no other better adjective than 'shit' itself and oops, shit isnt really an adjective so wth) to all the part-timers and make them clean up the mess that they have neglected over the past year. and of cos, many of them, having almost zero work experience previously, foolishly allowed their vicious manipulative and demanding employers to step over them. come on, thats the adult world fer those adults-to-be like myself.
im done with ranting.
time to catch desperate housewives on teevee.
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revelations.
when we reach a considerably mature age, we always start questioning the purpose of life - why are we alive, what exactly are we searching fer, and what were we born to do. but even since i backslided, i began to realise that not everything that happens has its own definite purpose. instead, i would think that there is a reason (rather than a purpose) to everything we do, and everything in life. a reason can be a purpose, but it is not always one. take fer example, everyone has a reason why they are alive, but not everyone of us has a purpose to stay alive. some people live on because they want to achieve something in life (then thats a reason as well as a purpose). but fer others, they may only be living by default (which is what i always say - because they didnt do anything to alter this course). similarly, i dont believe that humans suffer fer a purpose, because sometimes i think its a little too hard to see a possible purpose in all sufferings (as some christians may argue). rather, i think humans suffer because the situation has forced them to, because other humans caused them to, or perhaps because they have done something to put them in such a plight. if a baby dies due to a chronic heart disease even before he celebrates his first birthday, you have a reason, but not a purpose to why he had to go.
i know i may sound rather myopic here, but i am not completely against the idea of having a purpose in life. because i think that if we do discover our purpose, then it gives us a very strong reason to fight on in life.
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happiness means..a night out with your bestie.
got a free pass (with courtesy of bin) to the opening party of the forbidden city together with marian, marcus and izack. the atmosphere wus superb, the drinks were pretty good, the interior of the club wus beautiful, and most of the crowd were in their late twenties or early thiries. unfortunately, the music wusnt so spectacular fer somebody my age - probably cos they had to cater to the majority of the crowd. otherwise, it would have been PERFECT.
the best part of the night wus the trip home, other than the fact that i finally did some catching up with my best friend of five years. cheers to our friendship. (:
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it doesnt pay to be kind.
on the train back last night, i met a plain-looking middle-aged lady together with her four-year-old kid (this is just a wild guess about the kids age). at first sight, they looked like one of those people who live in a world of their own, without a care about all of their surroundings, so i didnt really take notice of them initially. so as i began my journey home alone after my friends had alighted, i moved to the center of the coach, stood somewhat in front of the mother and kid, and observed them. it wus an intriguing sight - as the kid began to play with her fingers, swing her right foot up and down, and occasionally smiling to herself in delight. it wus not long into the trip when the mother suddenly started digging into her bag and handed her kid a small packet drink (mind you, its not a bottle of plain water but a flavoured packet drink alrite). i watched in disbelief as the mother helped her kid poke the straw into the drink and inconsiderately allowed the kid to consume in the train, when the 'no eating and drinking' sign wus right there, smacked in front of their face on the opposite side of the train. even if they were blind, they could have heard this announcement - 'please do not eat or drink on the train fer the COMFORT of ALL passengers' - which wus made so many times over the system to remind passengers to be considerate. by then, i wus already fuming with rage about how the freaking mother completely ignored the weird stares that everyone wus giving her. in other words, she wus completely at ease, even when the kid attempted to consume the drink upside down. but what upsetted me the most wusnt the fucking mother and the kid, but the fact that every single person in the train wus practically GLARING at them throughout the whole time, but nobody bothered to tell her off. so when i finally couldnt stand the sight of such an inconsiderate passenger, i just walked up to her and KINDLY reminded her in mandarin that eating or drinking ISNT allowed on the train and that she could be fined if she wus caught in the act. i thought i wus already fucking nice enough not to speak in a reprimanding tone. in fact i felt like i wus educating her about it. but all she did wus nodded and continued allowing her kid to drink. i think she wus either a deaf, or a retard.
by then, my blood wus already boiling and my veins were about to burst. by then, the train had already arrived at my stop and i alighted feeling absolutely dignified about what i did.
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do you know what makes me happiest during work.
it is neither clinching a deal with the customer, nor receiving a returned application, nor having an offer taken finally after a sales drought. it is when the customer actually mentions my name, or says something like 'okay, jingyi i appreciate your call..' it doesnt even matter what the responce from the customer towards the offer is, because at least i know that the customer was really listening to me - not so muchh of what i was saying, but who i actually am - even though it was just a phonecall from a stranger to him/her.
please do not get me wrong - i am not a narcissist who loves to hear her own name being called. i think its just the feeling of being remembered that really makes my heart smile on the inside sometimes. (:
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im losing my audience.
i detest being entrapped in the office once again. the walls and the telephone cord confine me to my seat and rob me of my freedom to movement. the air i inhale is cold and artificial, and it deprives my skin of the moisture it needs to stay healthy. ever since i foolishly committed two months of my life to this boredom, my brain has dulled from the non-stop chanting of the SAME OLD stuff eight hours a day, five days a week, four weeks a month. strangely, time passes especially slowly im in this office and especially quickly when im not. and the only thing that seems to be acelerating is the speed my bank account is shrinking, all because i havent gotten a single cent fer any of the work done so far.
called up somebody during my job today, who has the longest chinese name i have ever seen in my life. the customers name wus - lee sai hong ng chong lye chee! either the person who keyed in the database screwed up or the customers parents are crazy.
face it.
they dont give a fuck about you anymore.
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its back to BOREDOM.
fer a more detailed account of my workin experience in nyp, do read glorias blog.
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talent scouting is so fun, and physically draining.
fer the past two days, i got to look at eye-candies, strike a conversation with them, take a snapshot of them and ask them to leave down their contacts. and the best part is - getting paid fer doing all of the above.
perhaps ive been too strict with my definition of happiness.
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attention to all beach-lovers -
LIME magazine is hunting fer beach babes and beach hunks to participate in the 'Are You Hot' pageant. so if you think you have what it takes, please do volunteer to sign yourself up. we need babes and hunks like you (not some of the untra thick-skin candidates who probably never looked into the mirror in their lives before.) YESH, all you need to do is to drop by nanyang polytechnic on saturday from ten to five thirty and look fer the LIME booth. application is extremely simple, and ALL are welcomed. fer more information, please message me. :)
ps: honestly there arent many outstanding candidates so far, so i STRONGLY encourage you to join. who knows, you might just emerge as the winner!
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life,
to me is dead.
and death perhaps,
promises a new lease of life.
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ever heard of the hare and tortoise story.
life is just like the hare in the story and i, the tortoise. it is simply too fast fer me to catch up most of the time. but the flipside to the story is that the tortoise never wins - and life always truimph over me. thats why i leave live life feeling totally defeated sometimes. (no pun intended)
forgive me please - i am experiencing one of the worst writing droughts ever. this is what happens when we do the same thing over and over again at work - it fries our brain.
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some housekeeping reminders first.
i realised some people have been experiencing some problem navigating around here. but ironically, if you can get to see this, you probably have no problem with that already. but anyhows, my point is - there is no tagboard or gbk so please dont try to find it - i have removed them long ago because i realised that this is my page so its gonna be about what i say and not what others have to say about it. (okay, i know i sound pretty egocentric here.) and fer your information there are only three main sub pages within this frame here so dont bother highlightin the page to search fer hidden links other than the cross at the top right hand corner of this white box. fer the rest of the people who think that my previous layout wus better - dont worry, i myself prefer the last one to this one too. but guess what, we have to move on with life whether we like to or not. so i guess this is going to mark another brand new phase of my life, muchh to my dismay.
and finally i thank you fer your kind attention - must have been hard reading the above crap. (:
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here you have it.
my muchh belated, new layout.
(best viewed 1024 x 768)
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i spend every weekday counting down to six oclock in the evening. this is how mundane my working life is.
i hardly have any contact with other human beings other than my colleagues, my supervisors, and my family members. this is how gloomy my working life is.
all i do is to work fer eight hours, travel to work fer two hours, eat fer another two hours and sleep the rest of the time away. this is how mechanical my working life is.
if you sum it all together, you get the picture of my life now.
it is painted, with the colours of loneliness.