Struggling to concoct a catchy and or snappy slash witty phrase, I realised that I just couldn't be arsed to do it after getting only five hours of sleep the night before having to go for the umpteenth career fair exhibition thing where big multinational corporations come scouting for Malaysians in Melbourne. Yeah, like they couldn't it do it back home but then again I'd never bother myself to attend any of those things if not for my dad or mom reluctantly encouraging me to go for it lest I become one of those "unfortunate" twenty-somethings who still live with their parents. I swear I'd remove myself from the house once I secure a good paying job and livable and rentable place once I graduate.
Anyway, back to the topic of job-searching and career-fishing. Went there for about an hour or so, feeling all sleepy-headed and unaware of my surroundings still, but managed to scout out three firms; P&G, Petronas, and Shell, submitted my stuffs, and departed for Smith Street to exchange a pair of Havaianas which was a size too big for a smaller size which I can only get them back in a day or two. The price I have to pay for the vanity and comfortness that comes with a Havaianas. The Graduan Careers Fair organised by MASCA was pretty good and interesting except that I'd have to return there again tomorrow or possibly later in the day as well for additional talks or tests. P&G was rather attractive so I'll probably be heading along that area. Plus, I got a free jumbo can of Pringles; Smoky BBQ flavoured. Greed driven ambition equals free junk food.
Oh and did I mention that I kept checking the time every five seconds or so to tell myself that I'm not late or too late for my lunch self help but ultimately I arrived back by tram half an hour late and myself out of breath and him giving me a cheeky grin and or maybe a condescending shake of the head.
Besides pompously flitting from fair to fair, try as I might, the work just seems to pile up effortlessly on my table and is showing through the lack of marked off tutorials that I've yet to do and lectures and notes that I've been meaning myself to get through to reading before every lectures of the week so as to not make a fool of myself if I accidentally fell asleep in class.
Why do I feel so out of of it and not myself these few days?
Winter is beginning to wane and spring is awakening where I sometimes feel the spirit of spring blossoming when I walk to classes and back as I occasionally find my lips curling up into a small smile and taking in all the little buds of flowers peeking out from cracks and corners of the most obscure places.
I so need to get a part-time or casual job. Fast. Speaking of money matters, I'll be fifty dollars richer by this time tomorrow where I've been taken in to be a tour guide of IH showing prospective local students the IH way, how the college looks and feels like, and basically reeling in future students to stay here next year. Pretty ironic since it is a high possibility that I won't be staying here next year but oh well. It's still fifty bucks.
IH Play, "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead" to attend, an overdue movie night to go to, Jamaican National Night choir practices, mid-semester tests, group assignments, and optional skills assignment make up the bulk of my agenda for the next week or so.
Wish me luck.
On a more personal note, subtleness is overrated and so is being aloof. Let's just be more open and less discreet in what we feel about something or someone without the other person having to guess at what you're trying to do or say. It's just as frustrating to the sayee as it is to the sayer. Not to say that I do act that way as well but I just hate the face that we're actually still acting this way when I think being frank and forwardness should be the way to go. I do wish I could just be open and truthful to everyone I interact with but some close minded people probably would just die from being exposed to such outright bursts of passion and thoughts. This culture of being cool and assumptions is just getting on my nerves and pretty soon I'm sure I'll explode into a fiery ball of hurtful truth and open frankness.
