State relocation calls for a blog site relocation, too!
I'm now at this funky spot
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Something's missing.
It’s not helping when everyone around you are off to work and u’re left at home, with the internet and cover letter templates with job search websites.
Once bitten twice shy. I guess I’m now more fearful of the jobless situation than before because I’ve been bitten by it last year. But what else can I do but keep fighting this battle with my eyes wide open?
Why do I love the media industry? It’s so fierce, cold and cruel. I don’t know how to produce a good resume, when I feel that I’m not good enough for companies out there. I don’t think I have skills to offer. But since I’ve come this far, I might as well type out the naked truth of my noobness and pride myself of my skin’s thickness.
I’m really grateful for all those around me who are helping me through this. In spirit and in asking high and low for vacancies. I just hope that this time, it’ll be less painful.
How do I see God in the midst of desperation? How do I sincerely pray for providence when the faith fuel is running low? How do I bow before Him empty, with no emotion, no feelings, no thoughts? Something is missing. Something really important is missing.
First love.
Once bitten twice shy. I guess I’m now more fearful of the jobless situation than before because I’ve been bitten by it last year. But what else can I do but keep fighting this battle with my eyes wide open?
Why do I love the media industry? It’s so fierce, cold and cruel. I don’t know how to produce a good resume, when I feel that I’m not good enough for companies out there. I don’t think I have skills to offer. But since I’ve come this far, I might as well type out the naked truth of my noobness and pride myself of my skin’s thickness.
I’m really grateful for all those around me who are helping me through this. In spirit and in asking high and low for vacancies. I just hope that this time, it’ll be less painful.
How do I see God in the midst of desperation? How do I sincerely pray for providence when the faith fuel is running low? How do I bow before Him empty, with no emotion, no feelings, no thoughts? Something is missing. Something really important is missing.
First love.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
dusty sweeps
Lessons learnt while packing my room of 22 years:
Never keep rubbish.
Gosh I threw out so many bags of stuff. Things I had no idea why I kept them for.
Never use Jusco recyclable plastic bags to store things.
It breaks into flakes when u touch it after leaving it there for a year. Took me so long to clean up the flakes of plastic flying around my already messed up room.
Always use new stuff and never keep it for later.
I used to keep my new stuff so I can use them for bigger occasions, and then I’ll forget I actually had them. So it never got used and now they’re rusted or broken or expired or eaten by time. And it gets thrown away. Wasted.
Always be ready to face the past.
I came across my diaries that I owned when I was in form 3, 4 and 5. They never lasted till May. It was entertaining to read it again but at the same time, extremely humiliating as well. Thank goodness they are kept deep in my pile of junk. I had so much fun laughing at my own childish thoughts and folly. I met the 16-year-old Jezamine who thinks that the world would end because the guy she likes is avoiding her. Or wished the ground would eat her up when she wasn’t allowed to go to the most happening party of the year.
Have fun.
nuf said.
Never keep rubbish.
Gosh I threw out so many bags of stuff. Things I had no idea why I kept them for.
Never use Jusco recyclable plastic bags to store things.
It breaks into flakes when u touch it after leaving it there for a year. Took me so long to clean up the flakes of plastic flying around my already messed up room.
Always use new stuff and never keep it for later.
I used to keep my new stuff so I can use them for bigger occasions, and then I’ll forget I actually had them. So it never got used and now they’re rusted or broken or expired or eaten by time. And it gets thrown away. Wasted.
Always be ready to face the past.
I came across my diaries that I owned when I was in form 3, 4 and 5. They never lasted till May. It was entertaining to read it again but at the same time, extremely humiliating as well. Thank goodness they are kept deep in my pile of junk. I had so much fun laughing at my own childish thoughts and folly. I met the 16-year-old Jezamine who thinks that the world would end because the guy she likes is avoiding her. Or wished the ground would eat her up when she wasn’t allowed to go to the most happening party of the year.
Have fun.
nuf said.
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