Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Oh where oh where did all the jobs go?
I spent who-knows how many hours the other night scanning the web for jobs, making amendments to my CV here and there coz hey, you need to alter the resume to suit the job you're applying for. Now, I'm just dying for some news... anyone knows just how long it takes for the company to send you a mail requesting for interview/rejecting you? I so hope the companies ain't the sort who totally ignore you if they dun want you. I just want some news on the status of my applications!
Urgh! I am a bloody Political Science grad.... hire me!!!!!
I have the brains, and the boobs as a little bonus (face it, women, you do need to make at least some use of your sexuality to make it in life.. dun come to me with all that feminist equality bullshit. wake up and face reality). I am a nice person, an independent worker and fast learner... I've all the stuff employers dream about, so bloody hire me!
I really really need the money... silly me kinda misunderstood some msg and now I owe the uni $$. And they have threatened not to release my exam results if I dun pay. Fine! I'll go straight to the Prof. and ask him! And then try to get the money together.
I hate dealing with money... that was one of the things I enjoyed in Indonesia... everything seemed so cheap, it felt as though you could do anything. Here, back home, even 5 cents matter.
Speaking of which, the President's Star Charity was pathetic. I mean, I think it was a great idea, we should all help those in need etc. The pathetic part was how the money was just so little. I kept watching the numbers at the top left-hand corner of the tv screen, and it was slowly moving along like a snail. Where's the heart, Singaporeans?
They make such a big deal about how, gee, guess what, we got more money this year! But when you break the figures down, most of the money came from corporate donors. Can you imagine in the years to come... lol... "And now representing the Marina Bay/Sentosa Casino, we have Mr X with a cheque donation of S$1 million" Thank you, S'poreans, for visiting the casinos!"
Anyway.. what was I going to do? Oh yes... show you guys some pics!
This, my dearies, is Nasi Padang for you:
This is also apparently a dish... but err, I thought it'll be safer not to try it:
We did try the street stalls; this was in Jogja:
And in case you're wondering, no, I'm not in this pic.
Basically what happens here is that you go to one of the many street food shops, take your shoes out, and sit on the mat around a cute short table. Then you write down what you wanna have, and pass it on to the staff, who will then proceed to, for example, fish out a live cat-fish from a bucket of water, throw it on the ground, and then bash its head in, before deep-frying it (one of my favourite dishes!)
You get street musicians who will walk by and sing for you - of course that means you'll have to pay him/them to go away. But sometimes you can make a song request... we had a street band sing Guns N Roses for us... how cool is that???
And this, is Jogja's version of Murtabak:
It is really totally to die for! So different from what we have here, and soooooo.... delicious! Oh man! Like, really so full of ingredients, and so crispy. And it holds together! Even though it's all cut up, you can easily lift a piece up in your hand and eat, without worrying about mutton bits falling out. Some of us went out to the streets, ordered from a couple of stalls, brought them back to the hotel, and had a feast in my room.
Oh, btw, the familar pancake thingy you see in the pic, that's their form of Mutarbak dessert... crushed peanuts, lots of melted chocolate, cheese, chocolate rice bits...
I miss it!
Haha.. this is sorta like a food blog.... I just got back from a bbq where the food was fantastic.. so I suppose that's why I somehow just picked out food pics to share with you guys.
Ok, got to go now.. ta!
Urgh! I am a bloody Political Science grad.... hire me!!!!!
I have the brains, and the boobs as a little bonus (face it, women, you do need to make at least some use of your sexuality to make it in life.. dun come to me with all that feminist equality bullshit. wake up and face reality). I am a nice person, an independent worker and fast learner... I've all the stuff employers dream about, so bloody hire me!
I really really need the money... silly me kinda misunderstood some msg and now I owe the uni $$. And they have threatened not to release my exam results if I dun pay. Fine! I'll go straight to the Prof. and ask him! And then try to get the money together.
I hate dealing with money... that was one of the things I enjoyed in Indonesia... everything seemed so cheap, it felt as though you could do anything. Here, back home, even 5 cents matter.
Speaking of which, the President's Star Charity was pathetic. I mean, I think it was a great idea, we should all help those in need etc. The pathetic part was how the money was just so little. I kept watching the numbers at the top left-hand corner of the tv screen, and it was slowly moving along like a snail. Where's the heart, Singaporeans?
They make such a big deal about how, gee, guess what, we got more money this year! But when you break the figures down, most of the money came from corporate donors. Can you imagine in the years to come... lol... "And now representing the Marina Bay/Sentosa Casino, we have Mr X with a cheque donation of S$1 million" Thank you, S'poreans, for visiting the casinos!"
Anyway.. what was I going to do? Oh yes... show you guys some pics!
This, my dearies, is Nasi Padang for you:
This is also apparently a dish... but err, I thought it'll be safer not to try it:
We did try the street stalls; this was in Jogja:
And in case you're wondering, no, I'm not in this pic.
Basically what happens here is that you go to one of the many street food shops, take your shoes out, and sit on the mat around a cute short table. Then you write down what you wanna have, and pass it on to the staff, who will then proceed to, for example, fish out a live cat-fish from a bucket of water, throw it on the ground, and then bash its head in, before deep-frying it (one of my favourite dishes!)
You get street musicians who will walk by and sing for you - of course that means you'll have to pay him/them to go away. But sometimes you can make a song request... we had a street band sing Guns N Roses for us... how cool is that???
And this, is Jogja's version of Murtabak:
It is really totally to die for! So different from what we have here, and soooooo.... delicious! Oh man! Like, really so full of ingredients, and so crispy. And it holds together! Even though it's all cut up, you can easily lift a piece up in your hand and eat, without worrying about mutton bits falling out. Some of us went out to the streets, ordered from a couple of stalls, brought them back to the hotel, and had a feast in my room.
Oh, btw, the familar pancake thingy you see in the pic, that's their form of Mutarbak dessert... crushed peanuts, lots of melted chocolate, cheese, chocolate rice bits...
I miss it!
Haha.. this is sorta like a food blog.... I just got back from a bbq where the food was fantastic.. so I suppose that's why I somehow just picked out food pics to share with you guys.
Ok, got to go now.. ta!
