job applications suck

being rejected by the company you have wanted to work for all these years, at the first round, even though the rest of your friends got through, sucks even more

So. The end of the last summer holiday is finally here. Mixed feelings about it. I mean who doesn't feel shit that this would be their last summer. BUT, this would also mean that this is the last time I have to get emo about leaving home. Can't believe I have been waiting almost 10 years for this. But its still very yay nonetheless.

So, people have been asking me how was Singapore. Well, lets just things are no longer the way it used to be. I no longer have a green card to go through immigration. I am no longer spared from writing disembarkation cards. I am no longer the person who runs around the island like nobody's business. I am no longer going back for schoo. I have to tick 'Visiting Friends/Relatives' in the disembarkation card. Yishun is no longer what it used to be (and it's your fault ... Khoo Teck Puat Hospital).

Malaysia was uber fun, but it all started with the perfect storm. First, it started with the bus attendant in Johor yackering away in Malay. Then, getting driven around JB 10000 times before actually heading to the highway. The uber long wait at what was supposed to be the toilet stop, only to realise that the bus driver was already buying lunch at 1030 in the morning. Then, the major EVENT of the say. Getting stuck at Seremban Toll Plaza and having to push a bus. 小弟has not even pushed a car ever in his life, not to say a bus. And just when I wanted to call my friends in KL, the phone went FLAT. FML. As if things could not get worse, I was dropped off OUTSIDE Kuala Lumpur, and not INSIDE as previously claimed. And the driver still had the cheek to bellow out "Kuala Lumpur! Kuala Lumpur!" Now, I really understand why even Malaysians cannot tahan themselves lol. But hey, all was worth it...3 days of good chattering, good food, and much LOL-ing.

So, I am still get a loss of what to do for my last few days of freedom in Hong Kong. Going back to Tai Po on National Day, and I bet it is going to be a lot eyeball-rolling in the office at the communist propoganda. Oh well, what's new.

 

( am730 2009年7月14日 )
lol how apt, how apt

OMG SOMEBODY KILL ME!!!!!!!

this is what studying from april does to you.

sighzzzz

Despite all the annoying Italian inefficieny and thoughtlessness, and the assumption they make that we must either be Japanese or Koreans, it was still bella Italia


So I'm back. Well fed, and apparently, tanned (according to others hurhur) - which is good I am literally becoming a tofu - like my faher lol. There have been agonising moments, but all those banter made it worth it. I am amazed how much 潮語 I have learnt over 12 days, which made me realise what I have lost by not being at home over the past 9 years (well I still go back over the summer, but still...) Going to Italy, has interestingly, made me more honkee. I'm just glad I have been finally able to find a group of friends whom I can have huge fun with, even when I am in Hong Kong. We are already planning on a road trip (I know its pretty useless in HK, but its still 1.5 the size of Singapore).

This makes me miss home and work now. I miss all of you in Tai Po.

EDIT: Why must we always be either Japanese or Koreans to the Italians. Are they that narrow-minded?BTW, our registration form registered us as NORTHERN IRISH, probably because thats the only word they understood on our passports. Hmm...time to plot and plant stuff!

離開了香港快要半年了,心里不禁想起家來,更思念的是三個月的工作經驗.

作為一名港人,以前我又是會為自己的背景而覺得慚愧.'Honkee',這的名詞我也聽過無數次,也算的是不以為了. 但是,經過三個月的洗煉,我對香港文化別有另一番體驗.過去我覺得港人對物質過於追求,但是那三個月我看到他們為了歷史,為了集體回憶,他們向強權爭取,可以說史史無前例的.現在,如果有人問我比較香港或者是新加坡,我會非常自豪地說香港.如果你兩年前問我這個問題,我連一個答案也未必可以給你.如果有人告訴香港人太執著於物質,我就說放長雙眼看吧.

in 1 year and 5 months....

Trust. Its the word that the world relies upon. Without trust, nothing can be done. I sometimes believe that I'm too trusting, perhaps even gullible, but how does it form, and why does it form. The answers always seem too far for a proper glimpse.

It comes one every four years. No, not the olympics,not the World Cup. It's the time when people (or some people) take a look back, inspect, reevaluate and ponder on their values, chops a tick on a person's list, and drop an A3 size paper into a blue box, or for a privileged few, the red box.

And my short stint back in this part of the world is almost wrapping up to a close. I have always loved this city, for the little surprises waiting to be discovered, like the little freebies you get in Christmas crackers, but there is always this sense of loneliness when many people that matter are somewhere else, doing something else. The cosy cubicles somehow make storm-tracking or poll-tracking much more bearable, and those laughters, screams, conversations make the 11-hour day more worth it. It's always nice when somebody turns to you looking for a little comfort, it's an assignment I would gladly take up.

I feel I'm only left with half of myself.

And the campaign hasn't even started properly yet.

It's the small little things that you learn about your family that brings a smile to your face.

Or should I say, a very big thing.

I still cannot believe that neither my mum nor any of my uncles and aunties knew who their grandfather was.

At least, I know now.

And come Sunday, I'll be leaving all this behind. Who knows how long would I take to return. All I know is, I want to keep as much of it, even if its to the very last minute, even if its to the second before I step into the other reality of my life.

It is a weird feeling. Of course I am more than happy to go back to Singapore and see all of you. Yet, I have to start work as soon as I get back from Singapore, and due to my work schedules, it rules out any nuahing at home. It is probably one of the very few moments so far where I have completely nothing to do, which feels weird, but also feels good. The weather is horrible, so even though I would like to make all those little expeditions around our very little land. Nothing much can be done. 

On the brighter side, pending on seat availability, I have been able to list which flights I'm  going on.

>>>XB68203 CX735 HKG/SIN  1415/1800
>>>XB68203 CX734 SIN/HKG  1605/2000

So heres to a good 3 weeks

 Wales was just wonderful. Every single thing there was bilingual, and C and I had hilarious moments trying to read Welsh. Everything was green in colour, which was beautiful. On my train ride from Llandudno, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to get a Giggs postcard for G (sorry!) even though i still do not agree with her. Did my pilgrimage to Cardiff Bay, even though we did not go into the Senedd - which was rather diappointing. Llandudno was just as I imagined a British seaside resort town should be - even though the average age of the people there must have been at least 55 yo.

Things that Warwick PPE students say before a shitty Philo paper
Suggestions for essay endings:
- Descartes says the world does not necessary exist, hence I shall not continue from here
- There is no world why should I be bothered
- Descartes is on crack
- Descartes and I are crack buddies
- You might be imagining that the essay questions exist, but I only see a blot of black dots on the papers, hence the essay questions are non-existant and non-incorrigible.
- You might sense that I'm writing a 2:2 essay, buts its actually a first essay (the malicious demon is playing tricks with you!)
- You are not conceiving clearly and distinctly, hence you shouldnt, clearly and distinctly, be marking this essay
- If we do ever know what life is, YOU (the marker) would be out of a job.

Other random stuff:
- The only reason we are here is we are Oxbridge rejects (outburst of laugher)
- The length of the exam period determines how good a degree is, hence we are the best and politics is the worst.
- Stop fucking complaining that you have long exams and crappy timetables: we have 8 exams over 3 bloody weeks.
- The quality of a degree depends on how late the paper ends: hence Film Studies is the best (cos they revise by watching DVDs), we are the second, and Biomedical Science is the rock bottom.

The things Philosophy do to you, sigh.