So it's Monday. I'm on leave today. Mainly to attend an interview. I cud have taken half day off but i decided to give myself the rest of the day off since i figured the interview may zapped me dry of brain-juice.

So i went wif a lil' of butterflies in my tummy. Afterall, i haven't attending interviews as an interviewee for quite some time already. And half the time, i was worrying i would be late, even though it was by a straight bus from my place. But bus journey, hard to predict & the slow moving traffic on AYE didn't help.

I also didnt know my way around as i seldom patronize dat area, and never like it too, as it alwaz feels like a ghost-town, old & drudgery. It must be my bad karma, to end up in places which i have sworn off. (I sworn off IP when i visited dat old & dilapidated building when i was in my sec school too.)

Well, the bus journey itself was an hour long, den i got disoriented & couldn't figure which direction i should be walking towards. So i asked for directions, thank goodness the friendly bus uncle, standing idle-ly by the wall, pointed mi in the correct direction. He said "There! *points in x direction* hen jing er yi la..."

Ooooh..i looked n i saw a wad-seems-like-a-blue-office-building in the distant future.........*echos echos echos*...embedded within trees & greeneries. Siao liao jit bai...

And so, i embarked upon my journey to the north-west, walked around a multi-storey carpark, up a menacing looking overhead bridge, past a chinese temple, crossed a road, UP SLOPE & WIF HEELS, in the RAIN. Amazingly, around the temple, a Malay family actually stopped mi in my tracks to ask me for directions. Do i even look like i know the way around (?!)

I stood outside & watched the damn premise, perspiring, panting & fumbling over my stuff, cursing under by breath. By then i oredi lost interest in the position i applied for. Even if i got it, i couldn't imagine having to thread the routes in heels EVERYDAY. U tink i siao!??

So anyway, i couldn't figure where would it lead mi if i enter thru the entrance in front of me, so i grabbed the nearest army man in smart four, in the midst of crossing the road & asked him for directions. I duno y, but he seems so happy to answer my qns.

Well, apparently i had to follow the tracks which led me to a security check, maybe being clad in office wear makes it easier...buahaha, coz the man in front of me was bz emptying his pockets & stripping stuff off.

Ok so, after the security check, i had to exchange my NRIC for a Visitor's Pass, den find myself to another Tower where the interview is to be held at. Apparently it's like 200m away from the security check. Again, UP SLOPE, HEELS, RAINING.

When i FINALLY made it to the interview venue's building, i had to chuck my camera phone into the locker 1st. When i reached the place, i wanted to visit the Ladies to check my running makeup, drenched hair & dripping-wif-rain-bags. To my dismay, the nearest toilet is at the Canteen, meaning i wud hv to back-track.....NVM.

I had to do a test before the interview, which is like an essay qns...wad the... I wasn't told. But not like if i was told beforehand, i would ace it, so...acck..wadever. *waves arms in despair*

The chat wif the interviewer was rather brief, she was doing the toking most of the time. I tink i must have appeared ultra-sian & beat in the interview. She doesn't even look prepared to interview me. Sheesh. And I was more than happy to take my leave afterwards.

So i trotted all the way back to the interchange, not before getting abit lost at where i shud go to xchange my NRIC back. Think DOWN SLOPE, HEELS, no rain, but BLISTER.

When i reached the interchange, i realised due to a renovation of the berth, my bus's berth has been temporarily shifted to 100m away from the interchange. So i had to walk back. *(&*%^%#^%$R()*)XUIYSI....

I was so glad to come back to Jurong, it was as if i had left the country for ages & finally returned....n den i decided to reward my bruised self wif some sinful prata & indian rojak, food which i oni dream of eating on normal days. But since today is no normal day, i braved the blister & walked abit more to my dirty-but-tasty Zhang Dian to get it.

Den I ate my lunch & concussed for the next 3 hours.

So now, i'm tired, fat, blistered & low-morale. Wad a fantabulous Monday.  ¶ J poppycocked at 8:32:00 PM
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  Perfect 10 Was on the train yday morning dragging my feet to work as usual while i caught a topic on 98.7

The topic on the morning show betweenVernon (i think) & Carolyn Cheong (special guest) was...i think something about:

1) Which Hollywood celebrity would you kill to see naked?
2) Which Hollywood celebrity would you NEVER ever wanto see naked even if u r paid?

Something like that lah.

I think Carolyn chose Natalie Portman for Qns1..i didnt catch what Vern said, i tink i dozed off while standing for abit. But i did catch dat Keira Knightley is the most googled celeb on this though. Hmmm...weird y those choices are only females. Hehe..perhaps a naked man is not a pretty sight? :D

I pick.......hmm.....Scarlett Johannsen...is dat how u spell her name? O well.....

The funny part came at the 2nd qns. Think Carolyn chose Mariah Carey who owes it bcoz of her apparently huge pair of............vocals? Ok dun ask mi y vocal comes in pair. But anyway, it's her choice coz apparently our dear Mariah dressed too little for too much assets showing & she was discounted for having assets almoz drooping to the ground oredi.

I do agree.

Vern picked.......Oprah Winfrey. LOL!!!!!!!!

I agree X 1098490237.

He doesn't geddit either but there's just something about her which makes mi agree wif him. I tot i heard him did a shiver on air. Hahaha.

Well den again, Oprah wouldn't be my 1st choice. Coz i tot of somebody possibly worse.

Anna Nicole Smith.

Or......dat chick from the Osbourne family. The reli queer one.

But all of dem r queer though.

Ok..pointless entry i know.

But it's hilarious. Especially the part about Oprah Winfrey.  ¶ J poppycocked at 2:14:00 PM
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  The Birthday Song Don't worry about that extra line
That's creeping up upon your face
It's just a part of nature's way to say you've grown a little more
Trees have rings and thicker branches
Kids shoes get a little tighter
Every year we're getting closer to who we're gonna be
It's time to celebrate the story of how you've come to be

Happy Birthday, my friend
Here's to all the years we've shared together
All the fun we've had
You're such a blessing
Such a joy in my life
May the good Lord bless you
And may all your dreams come true
So light a candle on your cake
For every smile you've helped create
For every heart and every soul you've helped to grow
A little more
A few more pounds, a little more grey
Don't count the years, just count the way
It takes a little time to go from water into wine
Don't ever lose the wonder of that child within your eyes

Happy Birthday, my friend
Here's to all the years we've shared together
All the fun we've had
You're such a blessing
Such a joy in my life
May the good Lord bless you
And may all your dreams come true
  ¶ J poppycocked at 11:08:00 PM
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  Out! Damned Fatigue! Out! This is me now..after days of frontline fire-fighting. I tink i m balding from all the stress too. Hence the 3 miserable strands. May the force be wif me.

My Current State.  ¶ J poppycocked at 11:20:00 PM
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  About Career Fair (In irritated mood now coz i typed about 3/4 of my entry today & wanted to copy so dat i can go brush just in case it gets erased off miraculously on its own, but my damn keyboard's "CNTRL" button is faulty, so my entire text got replaced wif a "c". SHIT>)

Was blogging about the Career Fair. Was at Suntec mending the company's booth this evening & in a short span of 4 hours, i managed to meet & see so many types of (weird) people.

Honestly, it's a lil' bewildering to noe dat dey r ur fellow singaporeans. -_-

(Type A) The Freaky Wanderer

Approaches mi wif fixated gaze, claims to have emailed mi his application sometime back as my name sounds familiar but yet can't be sure if it's me, then proceeds to accuse mi for not responding, even though the ad says "We regret that only shortlisted candidates will be notified." When i reply him, his sight wandered far far away island beyond mi. But when he speaks, he stares at mi wif bloodshot eyes & eventually reveals dat he IS GOING TO have a job soon.

(Type B) The Kay Pohs

Approaches booth wearily, scrutinizing the set up of the booth slowly, reaches out for our pamphlet & proceeds to read it intensely. Said person is able to stand in front of a row of consultants for a good 10mins, reading our pamphlet. When asked if he nids any assistance, he informs he's not looking for a job. Just being curious.

(Type C) The Loud Speaker

Leads a group of friends to approach our booth. Distributes our pamphlets to group of friends on my behalf. Repeats every sentence again after me, facing his group, as if his friends were not able to hear mi wif their own ears. Free promotion, i'm not complaining though.

(Type D) The Super Enthus

Walks INTO our booth, comes up close enough to breathe into my face telling me he is looking for a job. Automatically proceeds to show me his resume, folders of education certs & brochures of courses he intends to pursue. Hogs mi for at least 15min, asking plenty of qns as if i decide his career path. Speaks loudly & very appreciative of even the simplest comment. But proceeds to ask many many other qns as if the more qns he asks, the more free gifts he gets.

(Type E) The Cheapos

Obviously-just-passerbys deliberately detouring to ask for free mineral water we r giving out to our applicants, even though dey have no intention to stop at our booth. There's one lady who came back to us after 1 hour to ask if i could give her 1 pen. U shud hv witnessed the spectrum of vocabs she used to praise our pens. Of course, not gonna give it to her. Last year, i remembered a father sending his kid to ask for our pens while he stood some distance away watching & smirking. Of course, did not give it to her too. Total madness. I hate noisy kids.

(Type F) The Obnoxious

Referring to the neighbouring booth people. Asked if he could have our stickers consisting our Company's logo so dat he could fasten his booth's posters. (WAD THE.....) We shud have asked dem if we cud have their booth's flag (belonging to a particular country's, starting with 'A') to wipe our tables as dey r a lil' dusty.

(Type G) The Lok Koks

Digs out crumpled resume from dirty & old back packs, or retrieves resume from red plastic bags as if dey r selling fish in the market. Messy hair coupled wif lousy dress sense. Eg. Jeans or cargo pants wif black, big & rubbery sandals, revealing their long & dirty toe nails. Those sandals looked like dey were nvr washed before.

(Type H) The Non-Locals

Normally has a pleasant & humble attitude since dey r in a foreign land. But of course, their English are normally quite un-understandable.. I wonder how dey r even gonna get a job here when dey pronounce "O" as "Woh".

(Type I) The Suakus

Listens to EVERY single word i say intensely, eyes getting wider & wider like as if i'm speaking Puerto Rico lingo. Responses to everything with "Oh really???? I See!!!!"


There are actually more (weird) people but i wanto sleep oredi.

But U will be intrigued too. U really will.  ¶ J poppycocked at 10:34:00 PM
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