Shower Talk

Just so you know, it took me a lot of effort to load into the wordpress webpage. Not because of my darn internet connectivity issue but because I’m generally lazy to do it. Everything seems like a mad drag to me these days. For example, brushing up, getting downstairs, or coming back upstairs after I’ve gotten downstairs… You know, that sort of stuff.

I seldom post about my daily itemnary, or actually I never do. So there isn’t much on going to share. Even if I were to post and announce opening to the world of my itemnary, man, it’s gonna be an ugly sight. So thank me, for sparing you these junk reads. Btw, is that how you are suppose to spell the itemnary word?

One thing though, my birthday. Well I’m proud to say that I did keep up with my plans of enter the cinema on my own. How about sharing my day huh? You may be screaming over your head going NONONONO, but that’s not helping anyway, I’m on it.

I mentioned about watching movies on my own and I did – No Strings Attached, Just Go With It and The Green Hornet. Impressive isn’t it? I could have stretched to a fourth one (was thinking about The King’s Speech or Black Swan) but my Mom insisted on me going home for family dinner. Oh well, 3 is awesome enough isn’t it. To double it up, I was watching it all by myself. Tell me how many people can do that?

Then I mention about doing it in a distant faraway land. If I had that kind of money, I wouldn’t mind hoping on a plane and flying off to say, Hong Kong (fyi, love it there) to watch them, but nope, I don’t so Orchard Cineleisure was were I went. I was considering of Vivo but that’s way far for me. Besides, Orchard is where I belong. Ha, big words.

Finally, present. I didn’t deliberately look for one, but it came as I randomly strolled around. What is it? A purple dress. Not quite my usual colour (what are the usual colour? – Black, Blue, Brownish-Orange (my it colour of the moment), Grey, just as dark as possible). But nice enough though, still shouts me!

So yeah, that’s generally how I spent my day. Although there’s really something I’ll like to mention about birthday messages.

Whenever I receive a text message wishing me Happy Birthday, my reply would mostly go as … Thank you for remembering!

When it comes to a wall post on FB wishing me Happy Birthday, my reply would then mostly go as … Thank You! Without the remembering.

I do know that people who text may only do so simply because they see your birthday notice on fb, but that’s effort I see. Perhaps next year my reply should go as … Thank you for remembering and bothering! Bothering doesn’t sound really nice, but what it actually meant is bothering to show your concern and wishes. That means a whole deal and it reflects who truly cares and who doesn’t.

There are some people who surprises you by remembering. Like this primary school classmate of mine that texts me on every single birthday ever since we met.  Then there are other who surprises you by not remembering. Like this friend of mine that I was expecting for a text at least, but didn’t even post on fb wall to say HB. All sorts of people in this world, those who appear to care and genuinely care and the vice versa.

Now that’s a lot of reflection about my birthday so I’m gonna stop myself just here.

I started blogging thinking that I would be posting on Shower Talk (you see the title?) but I’m kinda max-ed out by my birthday post. Till next time.

Oh another example on how lazy I am, I bought a cup that is attached to a straw just so that I can,.. not have to lift the cup! Awesome much isn’t it?

On Wednesday

I’ve decided on what to do on Wednesday.

Back last year I requested for no celebration, why yes, on an assumption that there might be one. Reason being for it is that I want to have a feel of what exactly is it like to feel stranded, isolated and alone. Those mad emo feelings you get when you think that the whole entire world has left you aside. Not that it was quite a successful one but I did get a semi emotional hit by it. But it’s really not that big a deal.

This is year, I’ve decided to hit the theaters on my own. Somewhere pretty far but surrounded by malls so that I can pick out a present for myself all at one go. It’s only Sunday so plans are still pretty raw. It could be cooked (haha, just want to link it) if I book the tickets but somehow I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’ve always wanted to go moving watching on my own. People always say that it’s an activity meant for two. And simply because I want to prove it likewise, that’s why I’ve always wanted to do it own my own. Close similar to the reason of requesting for a no-celebration. But that is only if you are intelligent enough to link it then maybe you’ll understand.

We’ll see if plans would materialise on Wednesday. For all you know I might just end up staying at home, cozying up in front of the television.

It takes effort and confidence to be able to stride through the happy ongoing crowd.

VROOM VROOM….

Everyone, say HI to Ms Lucky (ME!). 

HAHA.

ALMIGHTY PASSED HER FTT! Even before she started her driving lessons!

Heh, actually I’m not quite sure how big a deal this is to you. At least it is quite a whole deal to me. I went for the test thinking that I would flunk it. I can even feel myself blushing and heating up during the test. To make it worst, this two chads sitting beside me all passed their test in a matter of 10 minutes. But I’m not too bad either, it only took me 15!

Went for my first driving lessons today. Never knew what an annoyance it could be communicating with people putting on artificial teeth (no idea what the proper term for it is). Not only is it annoying, it’s disrupting, VERY. My driving instructor was speaking with this CLARK CLARK CLARK sound whenever the upper and lower teeth come into contact. I was so obsessed with this sound that the driving instructor was producing I was barely even listening to the main content.  

But Aunty Anna said that with my skills, I can qualify to become a racer.

Whoa, awesome much isn’t it. I insist on going ahead to take up manual lessons cause I have an intuition that I might be able to drive a sports car someday. Of course, a manually geared one. Wouldn’t it be stupid of me to be having such fancy thoughts if my imaginations were cast around an auto sports car?

That’s about all that I have for today.

I’m VROOMing off world.

Oh, and I should be nice about this. Well, just in case if you ever thought that Aunty Anna was my driving instructor, you’re wrong. Aunty Anna, happens to be me. So that comment about being a racer, was made by yours truly. HAHAHAHAHA! Why Aunty Anna? Aunty refers to the person being a female though the age that implies in this word does really reflect on me. Come on, we all know about this. As for Anna, well it starts with an “A”. What else starts with an “A”? Almighty. And that’s me! I would be real dumb to put it as Ms Lim wouldn’t I?

But here’s another thing. If I ever managed to fool anyone which I really hope that I did, this is how it was done. Realised how I always addressed my driving instructor in the full term – driving instructor – instead of the normal pronoun (him, her, you, me)  people would usually insert into their conversation and writing? That’s how I did it. In fact I kinda realised by now that it’s not that brilliant as I thought it out to be.

Guess I’ll have to go for reflection time. Well, despite it being not-so-brilliant, I insist on sharing. And that’s me. I do what I want to do, when I want to do it.

The Season of Giving

You read the title? Ha, it’s totally crap but I shall blog around that topic. Point to note, the season of giving is like in December not some February.

The Season of Giving,… to ME!

I mentioned about being caught up with some stuff in the previous post and this is what I’ve been busily working on…

http://chiccolacco.blogspot.com/

I have in hand a few piece of brand new apparel that I want to desperately take off my hands. These clothes are sitting on a vacant space in my house. But it literally feels like a pile of moolah (money) sitting back at home.

SO, SHOWER SOME LOVE AND COMPASSION AND SUPPORT MY NEW VENTURE.

I’m crossing fingers to hope that it’ll be a successful venture.

Monday’s Interview

Greetings. I’m having a major internet connection issue back home, so posts might only come on as short and perhaps infrequent. Let’s see how it goes.

Monday’s Interview – The final opportunity. Yup, all blown away. Well I did went for the interview and it was honestly scary. How much so? Let’s put it this way, I stuttering away when the MANAGING DIRECTOR (Oh yes, the managing director interviewed me. In fact, I was interviewed by two person.) whether I was a meticulous person. Apparently in a moment of panic, I forgot what meticulous meant. But I guess I smoke it through rather well. I’m truly impressed by people from the company actually. I’m seldom intimidated. Or to put it another way, I’m usually the one to intimidate others. Sometimes unintentionally and others on deliberate for good reasons. So to get intimidated is… how should I put this… a fresh experience and something with a kick, a tinge of excitement. It would be really awesome to be able to work with these people.

And I blame that to the rrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaallllllyyyy slow lawyer. If you were any faster, I would have been working at resort world and now complaining about the distance instead of your service. If you were any faster, I might be working with that awesome group of people and now complaining about the tedious scope of the job instead of your service.   

Moving On.

I went to register for driving lessons. And, I’ve decided to go for MANUAL driving! Despite much objections.

Currently in the midst of preparation for some stuff, so busy busy busy!

TILL THEN.

Becoming Almighty

I got my first formal interview today.

I was kind of a replacement for this other person that back out  last-minute for the interview. In other words, the job recruit team never felt that this job was suitable for me initially. Even the agent sounded as if I might not be able to make up to the par for the job over our conversation.

Regardless of it all, I went for the interview.

And I scored it. I got a phone call some time later to inform me that the employees are keen to employ me. Hello~ it’s an almost guarantee.

It’s a really awesome job. The work location is at Resort World Sentosa and you get to handle admin work regarding top brands such as Bally, ShangHai Tang, Ralph Laren and MANY MANY MANY MORE (I’m only getting started.).

But I turned down the job. Not because I didn’t like it (How can anyone not adore such a job?). It’s some really complicated matters on my part. I feel like I can totally break down. I ought to already.

Well because of these complications I’m facing, even the recruit agency said that they can no longer offer job search services to me. Can someone give me a pat on my shoulder, I need some serious comforting. I’m turned down not because of my some lack-of-abilities (Which I don’t really posses, even if there is they can all be counted with the use of just two hands. That is to say, my flaws (in terms of working, can’t say that I’m a lifestyle guru or a saint) are only limited to that few. Such confidence I have in myself -YES.) , but some dumb darn it reasons that I can’t even share.

Even before I received the call to inform me that I hitched the job, I’ve already bought THE HEELS while shopping right after the interview. What’s THE HEEL? THE HEEL is a pair of killer heels that you’ll practically put on everyday. It is versatile enough to match any clothes. It is image-ful enough to represent your personality. Most importantly, it reflects your status. I thought I was gonna have an opportunity to put it on to work everyday. Oh, and THE HEELS, is a term I’ve came up on my own. Researching it wouldn’t give you an answer.

And here comes the funny part. I’ve already gotten clothes for work. Way before I was even offered an interview. Expensive clothes. I even went to purchase cloth so that I can send for tailor-making of my work pants. How silly isn’t it.

I’m gonna have an interview on Monday and this might be the very last shot I’m giving to this whole job hunt thing. Let’s see how it goes.

You know how Barney would say that “When I feel sad, I stop being sad and become awesome.”.

Here’s how mine goes.

When I feel sad, I stop being sad and become ALMIGHTY.

LYL, as you are typing this, I want you register the next line clearly.

THIS IS AN ORDER, NOT AN OPTION.

BY LAW, LYL. 

Okay, the last part is more of a shout out to myself. It doesn’t really matter if you couldn’t get what’s happening.

Guts Full

Erhem, I’ve got some updates to share. Not on my job search. And btw, that’s one of the most frustrating two syllabus word to hear about right now. It’s on erm activities I enrolled myself into.

Namely, Japanese lessons, Yoga class and Cantonese.

Confession time. Ever since sometime last year I’ve been looking up on the Community  Centre webpage. I first visited the site to look for cooking lessons to enrol my domestic helper into. And then, the fascination. I never knew that besides cooking lessons, computer classes and folk dance classes, our CC is actually offering a range of other more interesting things to do!

So, as I’ve always mentioned about how dead boring life is right now, I got an inspiration to get myself engaged with some stuff (you know, since job search has proven to be a terrible failure on me). Then it came. Pick up a third language! My initial intension was to do a dialect, Cantonese (An inspiration derived from my parents Hongkee friend and my huge adoration for the night market in HK.  Imagine me being able to bargain in Cantonese with those stall vendors. AWESOME.) I proceeded on to discuss with my Mom on that issue straightaway and she offered to coach me Cantonese (she claims that she can speak as well as locals over there) while I get out and pick up another language. There, deal close. Lessons are being conducted daily at night. The instructor engaged is a self-proclaimed high-profile Cantonese speaker. No fees required.

Moving on. Our CC offers a comprehensive of language lessons much to my surprise. Basic ones like English, Chinese, Malay and Tamil. Then the not so basic ones like Japanese, Korean, French and Irish (I think). Weighed out between a few pros and cons and Japanese was it. Japan, one of the world’s top 3 economy, multiple MNCs and the place snows. HAHA, snowing is clearly not one of the reasons but it sound better in threes, can’t think of the third one though. With what basic logic could comprehend, learning this language might help to be a profile booster. And there, DEAL. Who wouldn’t want some profile booster, you tell me.

As for Yoga the reason is simple and obvious. I need to shed some serious pounds. Ask me my weight right now and I won’t be able to give you one. Not because I’m embarrassed about it but simply because I haven’t got the motivation to step onto the weighing machine ever since A’s. A conservative estimate would be that I’ve gained 10kg from the whole course of A levels studies. CONSERVATIVE, you read me. Having read till here, I guess you would encourage me to pick up a thing or two to do wouldn’t you. By right, I ought to seek for something more physically demanding but then it wouldn’t be something quite of my style. Let’s stick with the original. Oh, coming to the point why I didn’t enrol myself into Yoga classes elsewhere but the CC the answer is simple. IT’S CHEAP. Go check it out and do your sums.

Hopefully life would become more engaging after all this activities I enrol myself into. And here’s the thing. I’m attending all these lessons on my own. A round of applause, people! How many people have such courage? Hahaha. How is it possible that Y. doesn’t have such guts? Waahaahahaha. Alright, honestly, after I signed up for Jap class I did try to ask a friend if she’ll be keen to go for lessons with me (you know, a company might make lessons more enjoyable). But she isn’t and I’m still gonna have to attend classes on my own in a foreign environment.

Guts full I say.

I do sound like I’m promoting the CC don’t I? Ha.

Update: I forgot to mention that I enrolled myself to become a tutor. If you ever have me as your tutor, all that I can say is, Bless You.