Tuesday, February 28, 2006

''OUT OF ORDER''

The lift in the library is out of order today. Not that it was a nasty climb up to the top floor where my favourite seat is, but the ''OUT OF ORDER'' sign just didn't look like a good start to a sunny (but freezing) Tuesday morning.

''OUT OF ORDER'' - the sign that irks almost all of us. The faithful lift is out of order, the only clean toilet available in the building is out of order, the escalator which takes us from one floor to another without being confined in a small box is out of order and the much needed public telephone on the side of the road is out of order just when our trusty mobile phone runs out of battery and we have an emergency call to make.

Why can't the University or School or Office be ''OUT OF ORDER'' for one day?

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Monday, February 27, 2006

Morbid Monday - Are you afraid of death?

I was talking over the phone with a friend yesterday afternoon and the morbid topic of death came up. She asked me whether I'm afraid of death. Am I?

I'm not. I'm not afraid of death befalling me because my faith tells me that when I leave this world, I will be in Heaven with my Father forever and ever. There will be endless hapiness and endless peace in Heaven. No more troubles, no more wars and no more fighting.

But my friend said that she is afraid of death because she has so many things she has not done in this world yet; so many unfulfilled dreams, so many unseen places and untouched faces.

Tbere may be a million and one things left to do but after that million and one things are done, won't there be a million and one more to do? It will be a never ending cycle!

Last week I suggested to Vinz that we should look for an elixir of life, a pill that once taken will ensure that we live forever and ever. And he answered...

''Crazy ahh...live so long for what? Live long means must work and work and work non-stop you know. Don't you want a break?''

Then he added...

''Die already can be with God in Heaven mahh...''

And that was so comforting to hear. God is waiting for us in Heaven. He will welcome us with warm and loving arms. We will be reunited again with our Maker and it is so comforting to know that whatever happens, our Father will always be there for us.

So...I'm not afraid of death. Are you?

P.S. I'm very blessed to have a boyfriend who shares the same faith as me. At least I know we won't argue because of the difference in our faiths :)

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Thursday, February 23, 2006

I take 30, he takes 5. What about you?

Its Thursday today. Another day before the weekend officially begins. Weekends are spent usually in the company of friends for me and Vinz. Company of friends meaning company of his friends. Since I have moved on to another level of education and to another campus, I have lost a big bulk of my undergraduate friends. Almost everyone I know in my class has either gone home or moved on to another university, another town, another country. I do have some friends from my current class but we are not so close. Its funny that the older I get, the harder it is to make close friends.

Anyway...back to the topic of weekends. Our weekend starts on Friday night. We usually go out for a meal with some friends in the city. We like to try different foods. The last time we had Turkish. But most of the time, we are conventional. Its either Thai or Chinese. After dinner, depending on the crowd that we go out with, we will either go to the bar to have some drinks or adjourn back to a friend's house for a few rounds of blackjack and poker. Friday night will end with me and Vinz relaxing on our bed watching a movie till I fall asleep on his shoulder.

Saturdays are spent walking around the city, doing a bit of shopping and eating our weekend food - McD! I don't know why we keep going for McD on Saturdays but we really look forward to it. Dinner is usually at home with a bottle of wine and freshly cooked steak. We then watch a movie or two before adjourning to the bed..hehehe... :P

You see...I have written about how we spend our weekends. What we do outside and inside our home. But I have not written about how long we spend in getting ready to go out.

I need at least 30 minutes to get myself looking presentable. Vinz will usually be sitting in front of his computer while I moisturise, apply powder, put on some eye shadow, mascara, blusher and lipstick. Before that I will rummage through my cupboard to choose what to wear for that day. I usually take out a few pieces before finally choosing one. Actually, its before Vinz chooses one for me. Then I will need to decide what shoes to wear and which handbag to carry. After I am done, only then can we go out.

How long does it take you to get ready? What do you do during the weekends?

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Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Valentine's Day and Food Poisoning

Valentine's Day was spent romantically at home with the one I love. I bought some rose petal shaped confetti from London and a packet of heart shaped chocolates from Marks & Spencer. I laid the chocolates one by one from our front door leading to our bedroom and threw some confetti over our heart shaped duvet cover. When Vinz came home from work and saw the trail of hearts, he was so so surprised! He texted me and told me that it was such a pleasant and romantic surprise as I was still in class.

I came home at 6pm and he told me to follow the trail of hearts too. There sitting on our bed was a beautiful vase of pink roses and a Valentine's Day card..... :)

We had steak for dinner. We usually cook our own, with our special recipe for the sauce. It always turns out just nice, not too bloody but not too cooked either. We had some red wine which was rather pricey but well worth our money because it was really good. After that we retired for the night in our cosy bed...holding hands to sleep and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ear.....

The weekend following V day, Vinz was attacked with a bout of food poisoning. Poor him. The first night was hellish. He kept tossing and turning and kept saying that he is feeling very uncomfortable. I couldn't do anything to help ease his suffering. All I could say was go shit and puke it all out and you will feel better. But he didn't want to throw up although he felt like it the whole night. The next morning, he could control it no longer and threw up. He had dots of cold sweat on his forehead and collapsed on the bed right after that. I told him not to go to work but he insisted. He came home during lunch feeling worse as ever. I quickly ran to Boots to get some medication for him and went to the convenience store nearby to get some cream crackers and some tea. He felt better the next day but was still very weak and manja. So I obliged in manja'ing him, afterall he manja'ed me when I was sick the week before. He is much better now but still does the occasional...

''Babyyy...come here...sayang me...''

It is not easy looking after a sick man. Sick men are harder to care for than sick women. They crave attention, they blow up every little pain they feel and just want us women to stroke their forehead and tell them that everything is ok...

But...when Vinz was really feeling terrible and I couldn't do anything to ease his pain, I prayed to God. I prayed that Vinz's pain is transferred to me. I rather feel the pain and the suffering than see him suffer like that. It really hurt me so much to see him tossing and turning, throwing up and telling me that his tummy hurts. All I wanted to do was to take that pain from him and take it all for myself.

Thank God he is much better now. After a few days of porridge eating and tea drinking, he has got back some of his strength and appetite.

Yesterday was our one year anniversary but we couldn't celebrate much as he was still not in tip top condition. But we cooked the same food we had one year ago--Chicken rice. Heheh...It brought back so many fond memories. We exchanged promises before we went to bed and his was...

''I promise I will love you forever...and I promise there will be many many anniversaries to come..''

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Friday, February 17, 2006

My First Job Interview

So many things happend between Chinese New Year and now. There was the begining of the second semester, my one week absence from school due a bout of high fever, 2 job interviews in London, there was of course Valentine's day and now, poor Vinz is suffering from a bout of food poisoning.

CNY came as quickly as it went. I probably tired myself out making endless batches of pineapple tarts and peanut cookies for Vinz to savour and for the small CNY party we had at a friend's place. The day school began after a one and half month closure due to the Xmas break and the exams, I fell ill. I fell really ill. I never felt so sick in my entire life before. I couldn't get out of bed, I couldn't sit up to eat my Paracetamols and cough mixtures. I couldn't speak. I was irritable. I couldn't eat. I couldn't stand, what more stand under the shower for 20 minutes cleaning myself inside out. There were many times when I tried to do so but collapsed in the bathtub fully naked with hot water running down my body. Thankfully I had the door unlocked and Vinz came to my rescue. I had to sit on the toilet seat cover while brushing my teeth and there were many times when I just said...

"Heck my teeth. I need to lie down. They can rot for all I care."

I had to drag myself to the doctor on the 3rd day my fever wouldn't go down after constant Paracetamol popping. I called for a cab (Vinz was at work and couldn't take leave) and took 5 minutes to walk down 10 steps down the stairs. It was that bad I tell you. I expected the doctor to presribe something really powerful or something just to ease my endless suffering. But all she said was alternate between Paracetamol and Ibuprofen taking and I will be fine in a couple of days to a week. A week? I can't afford a week! I have classes to attend !!

So I kept the pill popping. I was sweating in the middle of the night but I was shivering as well. I sprouted a bunch of nonsensical words in my sleep which Vinz couldn't even make out (cos he normally is able to understand my sleep talk). After exactly one week after a 38-39 degree C fever, it finally went away. I was so close to going to the emergency ward at the University hospital nearby. But I chickened out everytime the thought crossed my mind. I am afraid of jabs. Very afraid in fact that I would rather suffer in bed than have a needle being poked into my skin.

I managed to make it for my job interviews the following Friday in London and boy I must say that it was really an eye opener!

I've never ever been on a job interview before. The internship that I had back in JB was arranged by my dad and all I had to do was turn up on a certain Monday morning, introduce myself, get my own work station and that was it.

My interviews were with HSBC Malaysia and British American Tobacco (BAT) Malaysia. They found me via a corporate head hunter i.e. via the Global Careers Company which organises various career related events in Asia, Africa and Russia. Before I went for both the interviews, I already had in mine which job would suit me best. I never liked a banking job and I don't think I ever will unless the bank in Malaysia opens up a Corporate Responsibility/Ethical Banking department. The BAT job suited me just fine as it has a very large Corporate and Regulatory Affairs department without which the whole company will fail. My dad also discouraged me pursuing a job in the bank unless I can make full use of my expertise in CSR and Corporate Governance issues.

The interview with BAT was more of a one-on-one get to know you session. They did ask me a few technical questions just to test my knowledge of CSR and the law. But most of the questions focussed on whether I would be comfortable working for a tobacco company, why did I choose to study law, how many siblings I have (?) and what are my interests. Hopefully I will be called for an online test in a couple of weeks. Well, they did promise that I would be given the chance to do the test though. So I will just have to wait. If I do pass it, I will need to attend an assessment centre in Malaysia once I am home. They told me to contact them the moment I am ready for it and they will arrange one as soon as they can. After that, there will be a one to one interview with the Head of Function and then a job offer will be made presuming that I pass all the stages. I really am looking forward to a career with BAT. Yah...they may be a tobacco company and yah, they produce products which reduces the life span of millions of people, but I believe that a job is a job. Someone has to do it. And I am the willing one.

The HSBC interview on the other hand was much more formal. I am glad that I attended it because if BAT was the only interview I attended, I would probably think that all interviews will be as informal as theirs. I was interviewed by two people, one of which is a Caucasian and the other a Malaysian Chinese who happend to be an acquintance of my father. They asked me many tough questions and I had to lie through my teeth when answering a few of them. They asked if I would be comfortable selling unit trusts and promoting the bank's products to customers. They asked if I would give up a UK job offer to work in Malaysia. They asked what is my biggest disappointment, am I a self starter, what made me choose Law, why CSR, what is my stand on Ethical Banking, what am I do to if I am faced with a difficult customer, do I know what the Personal Financial Services department really does, which position of responsibility did I learn the most from and I was to give examples for each and every answer that I gave. Tough tough. It was like a grilling session. I was on the hot seat and I had to answer them within a given time limit.

At the end, they did not give me the job. My qualification failed me. Well, it didn't fail me per se, it failed the bank. They wanted someone only with an undergraduate qualification and I was over qualified for a job which requires me to promote the bank's products. All these feedback I got via my father who got a phone call from the chinese guy who interviewed me. Funny eh. Shouldn't I be the one getting first hand feedback?

Oh dear...I just realised that my post is getting a little bit too long winded. I shall stop here for the time being and update on V'day and Vinz's food poisoning soon.

See ya folks !

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