I used to be an avid fan of the reality series Survivor and I often wondered what actually happens after they get voted off, especially if they’re part of the jury and have to come back shortly after.
Well, I finally got my answer. In the form of a video.
Click on the link below to find out!
http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor/video/ponderosa.php
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Sunday afternoons after sunday school teaching is done and lunch is over is when the most aweful (why is it “awe-ful” when there’s nothing about it that would make me in awe of?) feeling of the entire week sets in – Monday is coming and there’s nothing you can do about it.
It’s going to be week 3 tomorrow and I have this sick feeling in my stomach. I have absolutely no idea where it came from but then again, I am known to be a worry-wot. (Just ask JY. ok, then again, maybe you shouldn’t.)
I didn’t have a particularly good week 2 at work which possibly explains the annoying tummy knots. And I didn’t get what I wanted over the weekend (due to practicality taking over self-indulgence) and here I am on a Sunday evening counting down the hours till bed time and then waking up to another gloomy Monday.
But I did have a really fun Friday night out with michele and gina at Timbre (oh the delicious thin crust parma ham pizza and ice-cold pina colada) catching up, making a fool of ourselves, laughing at stupid little puns and realising we’re all getting older in terms of responsibilities but remaining the same in terms of character. Saturday was fun too – JY and I went to Chinatown where I felt like a tourist and got to enjoy my favourite $1 pineapple drink!
Well, they say you can’t feel the pleasure without the pain and I guess the weekday working hours are the perfect candidates of pain. At least I have fun colleagues and a tee-and-jeans dress code I definitely can abide by. And I have dinner with my ex-colleagues this Friday and a wedding to attend on Saturday.
Ho hum. I guess I might as well enjoy the rest of Sunday evening.
Enjoy your last few hours of the weekend!
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(bleah. i always wait take too long to decide on getting smthg. now the 7 for all mankind organic jeans i want has no more size 24. pfftttt.)
So a week has gone by of my most uneventful start to the new job.
What has happened within the last five days?
Nothing much. Literally.
Take for example yesterday. I did absolutely nothing the entire day save for spending 20 minutes proofreading a brochure and rewriting two sentences. And going out for lunch of course. Come 6.10pm, I go into the AEs’ room and ask if they still need my help before I go home for the day. Lo and behold, I have to stay back and wait for the client to make changes, approve, make changes, wait for the designer to make the changes, send over the changes and wait for approval. The best part is the client was uncontactable till 7pm and the to and fro change-making (which was nothing like what Obama pushed for) took forever and I had to further do-nothing for another hour – just so I could proofread 6 powerpoint slides worth of information. I left the office at 7.40pm.
It’s not that I mind staying back late but it’s fine if I’m busy rather than me having done absolutely nothing the entire day but yet you hold me back an extra 2 hours just for 5 minutes of my time to proofread your simple document.
It’s extremely annoying, super inefficient and doesn’t make sense to me. To the person who told me “Welcome to the working world”, this is ridiculous and nothing like its supposed to be. You may be able to take being bored out of your wits for 8 hours straight and then work long after office hours but I’m sorry, that is not the way it should be.
I’ll go back for week 2, just to make sure I’ve tried it out. In the meantime, it’s back to looking around for another job. Darn the slumping economy and darn my bad luck with jobs.
Sigh…
Instructions:
– Look at the list and bold those you have read
– Italicise the ones you want to read
– Underline the books you really loved and strikethrough the ones really didn’t enjoy
– Reprint this list in your own journal if you want to… you know you want to.
1 Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings – JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series – JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens
11 Little Women – Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare (I wonder if this is vaguely possible. But I shall strive to do it. Someday.)
15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks
18 Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife – Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch – George Eliot (Halfway. It was too painful to carry on.)
21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis
34 Emma – Jane Austen
35 Persuasion – Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin – Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne
41 Animal Farm – George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown (I wanna read it because I saw the movie and had a good laugh.)
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving
45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins (Its in italics because I wanna read it again!)
46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding
50 Atonement – Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel
52 Dune – Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon
60 Love In A Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones – Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy (Obscure is the right word.)
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens
72 Dracula – Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses – James Joyce (One day I will conquer this book and the original poem!)
76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
77 Swallows and Amazons – Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal – Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession – AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery (I know I have the book. It’s somewhere.)
93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks
94 Watership Down – Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute (I have no idea what this is about but it sounds interesting.)
97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl (I LOVE ROALD DAHL!)
100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo
Sorry I haven’t really been blogging lately. I just don’t feel like doing it. Like, I don’t really know what to say or perhaps have anything worthy to say. Ho-hum.
Anyway, I’ve just been doing a lot of “staying-at-home” and “meeting-people” recently with Suntec being the place to do that.
While my brother was away in Cambodia for his mission trip, JY and I met up with Elliott to catch the Man Utd vs Liverpool match last Saturday. It was quite amusing (not the match) to say nonetheless, because we had such a laugh even before meeting up with Elliott. The thing is, we decided to eat at Harry’s, BUT we didn’t specify which one. Hence, Elliott happily rushed all the way to the one at the esplanade. The funny thing was, JY was on the phone with Elliott giving him directions and Elliott somehow was following it, and JY was waving to a person whom he thought was Elliott. HAHAHA. Hilarious. But then again, given that it happened between these two, really, is no surprise. Heehee.
Another reason for eating at Harry’s? Those two wanted to play Woofball. Haha. To quickly explain it, basically you get into this transparent beachball thingy and they fill it up with air then push you onto the water. I don’t really know what the point is, but I’m guessing its to try and stand up and run like a hamster in the ball. Haha. No easy feat! JY managed to do it (applause please!) but came out all sweaty, tired and ready to puke out his pork chop and Kilkenny beer. Haha. Hmm, I haven’t really answered why Harry’s right. Well, the thing is, you need to spend $30 in a single receipt for a chance to play. So the boys came up with a brilliant (in their own opinion) idea of ordering food at Harry’s, watching the match until half time, ask for the bill, grab the receipt, run out to play Woofball, then come back and finish watching the match. Haha. BOYS!
We met up again with Elliott, this time with Janet and my brother, on Wednesday just so we all could play Woofball again. Haha. Unfortunately (or because no one believed me) Woofball closes at 8pm everyday (See! I told you all so!) we couldn’t play. The funny thing was they decided to use the same plan of ordering at Harry’s, getting the reciept and then playing then coming back to eat (smarter this time to play before eating!). So it was Suntec again and Harry’s again.
And yesterday, for the first time in 3 years, I met up with JY’s Singapore Poly friends at (where else?) Suntec’s to eat Sizzlers. Hahahahaa. It’s been ages since I last ate at Sizzlers. The food was alright (but don’t order the Salmon) and the salad bar was decent (I love egg salad!) but the company was excellent. Haha. Really fun, genuine, witty and friendly people. Looking forward to the next meeting to try out our little *ahem* experiment at Raffles City Robinsons!
You’d think I would steer clear of Suntec but lo and behold, I’m going back there again this Saturday to play Woofball. Hahaha. Unbelievable. No more eating at Harry’s please! (Their fish&chips is delish though – fresh fish, huge portion of fries & lotsa tartare sauce!)
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For those of you who still don’t know, I’ve given up my post at the magazine because of too many issues that shall not be disclosed here.
That means I’ve been unemployed for the last 3 weeks or so. Haha. It feels weird actually. Like suddenly I’m worrying about my dwindling bank account and where the money is going to come from.
Job hunting has been kinda slack because, I’ll admit, on my part I am being very picky. But you can’t blame me too much either since I’ve tasted the good, sweet and tasty (pun intended) life of being in the media and doing food at that. So I’ve been pretty narrow-minded when it comes to picking a potential job.
I did go for an interview two weeks ago but it ended up not being what I was looking for. I don’t mean to sound condescending or arrogant but I can’t see myself enjoying or even having a flair for writing in that particular area. Hehhhhh.
I’ve just sent in my resume to another company, so, we’ll just see how things go. I’m really hoping to get this position though as it sounds exactly like what I wanna do and the office is in a super convenient location. Watch this space for updates!
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For those who don’t know, my parents are away holidaying in Sydney leaving me, my brother and my dog behind.
It’s been four days (since Friday night) and I must admit, I do miss them.
I miss the company, and just having them around. All the routines especially, like the 6 o’clock hot pot of my mum’s concoction of tea with milo and whatever yummy tea time treats she bought that day.
Most of all, I miss my mum’s cooking. Eating out is fun and all, but nothing beats home-cooked food, especially from Aunty Daisy’s kitchen. I’ve told everyone – I always look forward to coming home for dinner. It may be something as simple as steamed meat, fried egg and stir fried vegetables, but it still tastes better than anything out there. Even if its leftovers for lunch or dinner the next day, you hardly hear any complains from me, my brother or my dad!
Oh well. But I am glad they’re enjoying themselves over in Sydney. Haha. They’ve also been sending over pictures and emails which is really quite fun to receive and read! Also, I can’t wait for all the Aussie goodies (TimTams, Krispy Kremes and Donna Hay Chocolates!) to reach our sunny shores!
Alrighty. My brother is back with ta pao-ed dinner of ban mien. Steaming hot, just nice for the cold cold weather.
Oh, before I forget, I’ve got an interview next week! Woohoo!
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The more I think about, the more ridiculous and hilarious it gets.
Is it even legal* to cut a person’s salary just because the person told someone else the amount?
Is it even legal* for a boss to call up a person, scream at her, call her “stupid”, tell her she should had “f***ing shut your mouth” and justify the salary cut because she caused “a riot at the office”?
Geez.
*I’m using the word “legal” in a very loose and broad sense here.
I never knew its not allowed to ask the PR a personal question with regards to their client.
For example,
“May I find out if the restaurant can take a reservation of 10 persons?”
Now. I. Know.
I’m sick.
(since yesterday) Fever, flu and an impending sore throat.
Yet I’ve been furiously typing away, squeezing dry all the creative (i.e crapping) juices, running around when I should be resting and lugging heavy bottles of wine back by bus and train just to save on cab fare.
*bleah*
I should have demanded for more moolah!
Especially since the client is now coming to poke her nose into the shoot.
*grumblegrumblegrumble*
On a happier note,
I think I’m one of those few who get their dream job and a job which actually earns money.
Thank God for everything because He planned it right from the start.
From getting the internship, to being semi-hired and now the job offer.
And something tells me I can only look forward to how He’s going to use me in this industry.
Snap back to reality,
please do pray for me as I’m exhausted, still have tons more things to prepare for tomorrow’s shoot (but thankfully it’s at my house!) and have to direct the shoot tomorrow (since when did I become the art director?).
BUT,
I will survive and give myself a well-deserved break on the weekend.
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just listen to me mew 