April 29, 2004

Missed Chance

I was passed on the 50K job because I lacked proper work experience.
It's depressing to know you weren't even considered eventho you know you can do the job. I have the knowledge and the skills but I need the experience.

Who's going to give that to me?

Posted by petal at 12:14 PM | Comments (2)

April 26, 2004

Someday, it'll be my turn!

Still reeling from the lack of sleep over the weekend.
But nothing a nice glass of wine won't fix.

Tonight's dinner was the untouched tuna salad I made for lunch
I met J. at the nice italian cafe on campus and after a painful meeting I decided to give the salad a miss and indulge in sin.

It was a cold, gloomy afternoon but the walk back to work was made beautiful
with delicious pumpkin and fetta risotto, a long black and an entire slice (technically) of lemon tart swishing in the belly.

I got graded in kickboxing tonight and I'll be getting my red singlet. Nothing fancy but it's good to know that I'm moving up the ladder! Some girl got graded for her black singlet last saturday and she came into class tonight with bruises everywhere.. not a pretty look but she was thrilled.

Someday, it'll be my turn!

The search for a new job continues though.

Posted by petal at 10:15 PM | Comments (1)

April 21, 2004

Politick-ing

Office politics at its peak
Screwing someone left, right and centre, all in a day's work
You know it doesn't pay to side anyone but next to the dictator

It's a losing battle
Day in, day out
The almighty organization stands upright
Chest puffed out, filled with righteousness

Subordinates, the workers slog away
Heads drooped, morale at its lowest
Disillusioned and disheartened merely a daily affair

Posted by petal at 11:26 AM | Comments (0)

Twist of events

It's strange how events occur, events you'd never thought possible.
I received an SMS about this last night
And it only become a reality for me when I read it for myself this morning.
Being away from home for most of the last 8 years, huge events at home don't hit me as hard as it should.
(Think SIA hijack, crash of silkair, discovery of terrorist plans on Yishun MRT, etc)

It's a strange feeling to be watching your own country go through the motion of events which you would never thought would occur.
Ask any Singaporean about what they think about home, apart from the strict laws and regulations, security and safety is our pride and joy.

Now, it's all happening. Nowhere seems as safe.

Just give me a warm, dark hole to crawl and curl up in.

Posted by petal at 9:20 AM | Comments (0)

April 16, 2004

My 1st spam and more..

Haven't noticed it until today, I got a spam disguised as a comment in one of my older entries.

Seriously pal, if you wanted more traffic to your pathetic little site, go elsewhere.. there's minimal traffic here and I'm very certain that the people who come here already know of such sites and they'll know of sites with better quality (i.e FREE) :P

Bah!

I'm slowly getting round to doing the job search.. sent ONE resume out.. hopefully there'll be more this weekend in the papers. It's going to be an excruciatingly slow process but this is the only way for now. I can't just quit my job..

Welcome to adulthood! *sigh*

Posted by petal at 3:19 PM | Comments (0)

April 8, 2004

Restlessness

Work has been fairly mundane..
No, actually, work has been depressing
There is absolutely nothing to do
I sit at work surfing the net for the best adsl modem (got it!)
I've even started doing the odd job search
I click on the 'receive mail' button 10 times a minute hoping for hope

2 days ago, I got a headache from doing nothing
I feel myself wasting away
My brain is dying for some form of activity

I not only need a new job,
I need a new job that pays and stimulates my brain at the same time
Is that too much to ask ?

Posted by petal at 11:19 PM | Comments (0)

April 5, 2004

Children's Farm

A wonderful sunday..
waking up to light behind the curtains
A yum cha session, a rush to fill the tummy
A quick walk around the city, journey to finding the perfect denim jacket
without burning a hole in my pocket
Unsuccessful shopping weekend

A lazy few hours at Cookie (where-else on such a great day?)
On my way home, Belle and Sebastian blasting, driving round the bend
Scenic views and I spot the Collingwood Childrens Farm
Images of factory produced infants popped into my mind.. children running freely, on display for the public..

It looked better in my head then it sounds here..
Trust me!

Posted by petal at 9:18 AM | Comments (2)