Job Seeking

I am very surprised.
Why am I surprised?
Because I've sent 10 job applications. (not including part time jobs)
How does 10 job applications make me surprised?
Because 2 of 10 rejected me and 8 are MIA.

It surprises me to see that the industry is being picky.
And some say Australia needs new blood.

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Accounts of Being Idle by JW

Dear Diary,
Boredom seems to have taken over most of my life.
I no longer play the piano like I used to.
Nor being able to get in conversations or be sharp enough to crack jokes.
Most of my time is spent surfing for jobs, typing resumes and surfing Youtube.

I missed 3 sessions of Wushu classes, due to the University Games using the court.
I gained 2kg, now 70kg approx. Damn~
Did I missed out about feeling old too?
One morning, I tried 100 pushups and only managed 60 - and felt sick after that.

Sometimes, I lay in bed and wonder...
... why do I complain so much?
... why am I full of hypocrisy?
... why my words do not coincide with my actions?
... why do these 3 questions above sound like cheesy Taiwanese drama plots? (I haven't seen one in years!!)

... too much. shit.

Remember the dream I had about a BIG BLACK HOLE that was once my office block?
The things I'm doing now - feels like I nearing the edges of THAT hole.
And yet, I am still tailoring cover letters and perfecting my resume for the purpose of taking the plunge.

This is SHIT I tell ya! One day in the far future, when I am high up the corporate ladder, I read this entry and piss on it. Why? Because corporate people are EVIL! Fucking EVIL! And SOULLESS! How pitiful is it for me to retain a piece of my uncorrupted mind on this pathetic blog entry, whilst I continue wasting my prospects (now I sound like my resume) LIFE on things as meager and vulgar like this???

Phew~ back to job applications. I am such a hypocrite.

Feeling: Jobless

So, this is how it feels to be job-less


... ...


ugh.

Imma sending an application to Krispy-Kreme tomorrow.

Honours

Yay yay~ I've got honours.

IMHO getting an honours degree is like having an all-you-can-eat buffet for the ego. You'll have a bloated stomach and indigestion afterward. But, umm mmm~ an unexpected honours is Yuummmy, with a capital 'Y'.

Humans like me ESSENTIATE ego. A bad practice but it satisfies my vanity.

The good thing about academic transcripts is they do not show what level of honours you obtain.
hahaha.

Losing someone

My first experience of losing someone was when i was 10.
It doesn't count because at 10 i barely developed consciousness.
Since then, I had zero absentees.

This year, i've encountered a tide of change. One of them is the impending recurrence of losing someone. It's hard to describe the feeling upon receiving the bad news; it's not happening to you, but it sure as hell affects you. I wasn't sure how much (or what) emotions should I express, sad? very sad? devastatingly tragic, or mere empathy. I guess the only option is to feel numb/stunned, as I was the only one in my room and alone in the house, who will or could hear me?

Not all is lost. The good news is she's reacting positively to the therapy.

I hate it when ripples are formed in my imaginary life-pond. I hope it reverts to its original calm surface.... soon.



"You know what the problem with our family?"
"No, what's the problem?"
"The closeness. We stick to each other too much as family members."
"What wrong with that?"
"......"