One more day to D-day... Trembling trembling.
Anyway, the recent video about the massage uncle has taken Singapore by storm. It is a very sneaky and effective marketing campaign for the jobs search company. If only I was tasked to come up with one advertisement for my previous company, maybe my end product will be taking Singapore by storm right now. LOL. A quick check has shown that two of the four girls are married with kids. My jaws dropped when I heard about it. What's more, one of them is only 19 years old and the kid is already 3 years old if I am not wrong. Wow, that's what you can do with good looks. Earn big bucks at a young age!
I can forsee an exciting December 2012 for me! One long trip and nothing but work!
Sunday 25 November 2012
Monday 19 November 2012
Sunday 18 November 2012
Come on HZ. You can do this. Come on.
Wonderful win by Liverpool tonight =) Please continue winning to keep me smiling throughout the entire exam period. I have yet to wear the crown paints jersey. Please continue to win and I hope it will bring me luck during exam.
Sometimes, through a set of 90 minutes, we can see how important luck is. Luck can either do or break the team.
I don't know why the fourth finger on my left hand is hurting like a bitch. There is this tingling and swollen sensation to it. I suspect my nail has gotten into my flesh. That is just a guess. Haiz. Hopefully, it can recover when I apply some medicine to it. Hurts like a bitch when I type. This stupid problem has to come at a wrong time.
Well, Luck. Where are you? I need you so badly right now.
Wonderful win by Liverpool tonight =) Please continue winning to keep me smiling throughout the entire exam period. I have yet to wear the crown paints jersey. Please continue to win and I hope it will bring me luck during exam.
Sometimes, through a set of 90 minutes, we can see how important luck is. Luck can either do or break the team.
I don't know why the fourth finger on my left hand is hurting like a bitch. There is this tingling and swollen sensation to it. I suspect my nail has gotten into my flesh. That is just a guess. Haiz. Hopefully, it can recover when I apply some medicine to it. Hurts like a bitch when I type. This stupid problem has to come at a wrong time.
Well, Luck. Where are you? I need you so badly right now.
Saturday 17 November 2012
Final Push
THis is really a depressing week. Got back some results which were quite shitty. I have already given in my all and yet this is what I get. This is the same old story for the past few semesters.
Sometimes I wonder, what more can I do. Or rather, should I not do anymore? I want to go out and work, experience the real world, move on to something practical. But the question will be, will I get a good one? I don't mind settling for something less of my expectations, but then again, everyone will be saying first job is important. I am worried now because I have seen seniors who are still searching for jobs even after graduating for close 6 months already.
One more essay due this tuesday and I can heave a sigh of relief. I really want this to be good. At least give me something that I can be proud of. People can get the grade easily. I just want my efforts to be recognised. Just give me this once will do.
The time to make the final push is here. The stress has once more arrived. it is getting sickening every semester. But I will strive hard again once more. I believe I can do it. Budhha, please give me all the strength that I need. Just need to build on the momentum.
Come on.
Sometimes I wonder, what more can I do. Or rather, should I not do anymore? I want to go out and work, experience the real world, move on to something practical. But the question will be, will I get a good one? I don't mind settling for something less of my expectations, but then again, everyone will be saying first job is important. I am worried now because I have seen seniors who are still searching for jobs even after graduating for close 6 months already.
One more essay due this tuesday and I can heave a sigh of relief. I really want this to be good. At least give me something that I can be proud of. People can get the grade easily. I just want my efforts to be recognised. Just give me this once will do.
The time to make the final push is here. The stress has once more arrived. it is getting sickening every semester. But I will strive hard again once more. I believe I can do it. Budhha, please give me all the strength that I need. Just need to build on the momentum.
Come on.
Sunday 11 November 2012
Back~=!
I am back because I realized that I should be blogging more often for the sake of my academic results.
However, it is a tad too late. It is already my second last semester!
Anyway, my professor launched a scathing attack on us, the students. It was quite shocking, but nevertheless, acceptable to me. He questioned how did we managed to get into NUS with our appalling standard of our English, as reflected in our essays. Of course, everyone were quite disappointed to hear that. Not because our English were bad, but it is our grade that sounds bad. Hahas!
I do admit that our English standard is appalling. On hindsight, I believe my level of written english is much higher then in my MJ days. At that time, we were practicing almost week in and week out. But once you spend 2 years in National Service, and then when you are thrown back into university, there it goes. The light of writing beautifully just flickered off.
I have not one to blame but myself. Writing is just like mathematics. Practice makes perfect. This is one of the world's natural laws by the way. (as claimed by me). If you ignore that golden formula, then I guess everything will just go downhill.
Alright, Lunch time. More ranting will be coming from me over these few days!
However, it is a tad too late. It is already my second last semester!
Anyway, my professor launched a scathing attack on us, the students. It was quite shocking, but nevertheless, acceptable to me. He questioned how did we managed to get into NUS with our appalling standard of our English, as reflected in our essays. Of course, everyone were quite disappointed to hear that. Not because our English were bad, but it is our grade that sounds bad. Hahas!
I do admit that our English standard is appalling. On hindsight, I believe my level of written english is much higher then in my MJ days. At that time, we were practicing almost week in and week out. But once you spend 2 years in National Service, and then when you are thrown back into university, there it goes. The light of writing beautifully just flickered off.
I have not one to blame but myself. Writing is just like mathematics. Practice makes perfect. This is one of the world's natural laws by the way. (as claimed by me). If you ignore that golden formula, then I guess everything will just go downhill.
Alright, Lunch time. More ranting will be coming from me over these few days!
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