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Saturday, July 21, 2007 . 1:43 AM

Okay, I went for the interview with the travel portal and a little bird told me that I pretty much passed it. The higher-ups were happy with what they saw in me and I supposed I'm feeling rather pleased with myself, seeing as how I tried my darnest to sabotage the setup.

Of course, I wore a top that emphasized on my assets (read: boobs) and seeing as how 2 of my interviewers were male, that helped loads. The other interviewer was on my side since she is Annie's sister and is open to bribes (read: lots of alcohol).

Anyway, when I left I thought I didn't do well for various reasons. Until the little bird enlightened me and advised me to drag signing the appointment letter for as long as possible because there is a high chance I might get offered the position. And because there were two persons who felt strongly that I should accept this position instead of the one with Mazda's, my will is shaken.

Oh fine, so it wasn't that strong to begin with, but Mazda is a strong brand and I need a nice MNC in my resume. Okay, maybe not need. But I want.

I know this sounds ironic coming from a girl who chose RBE over Keppel (the bonus!) and rejected Mediacorp. But Mazda... it is quite a big deal. It's not a LOCAL company, it's a WORLDWIDE recognised brand! According to Elsie, with Mazda under my belt, I can pretty much apply anywhere else (okay, maybe there are a few exceptions, but it covers most geographical areas).

That rings true. Especially when it comes out that I produce most of the collaterals and liaised with the agencies and planned all the stuff. All right, I think I've pretty much convinced myself. Look big picture, girl!

Who cares if you have to wake at 5.30am and travel 1.5hrs to reach your workplace on-time? Loads of people do this! What does it matter if you have to take a 300 bucks pay-cut? This is a dream come true and you can claim marketing experience. And I believe the retail/consumer companies will be more keen on me when I emerge after 2-3 years later, armed with a degree.

The travel and everything else can come later. Thou shalt have to suffer first and enjoy later.

Think no further, Mazda is where you are headed!

1.57am: I think I neglected to mention that I've gained a freaking 4.6kg since... I don't know. I'm so close to the big 5-0 that I freaked out last night after stepping on the weighing scale for the first time in months. So I did the smart thing (no, not throw out the weighing scale) and went jogging for 25 minutes.

But my stamina's gone. I thought I would become roadkill! I so need to re-built my stamina.

Sharon commented that it's strange how when I lost so much weight, Mel gained instead. Now's vice versa. I've got a theory how the weight has to go somewhere. Since Mel's gone, I have to gain to balance up the scale. It's the same for pimples.

There needs to be a certain number of zits in existence and there needs to be a certain magical number for the weight of the total population. I mean, ying and yang proves that there needs to be a balance and life and death is pretty much a means to ensure over/under population. So it is hard to believe that when it comes to pimples and weight, there is a method of control as well?

It's worth sleeping on.I HAVE A DATE WITH HARRY IN 5 MORE HOURS! LET IT BE KNOWN THAT I WOULD NOT HESITANT TO SET MY DOGS ON ANYONE WHO TRIES TO TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS IN THE BOOK BEFORE I READ IT MYSELF! I MEAN THAT. REALLY. I DO.