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Thank you o loyal readers for your support in these trying times.Its just a little different from the last time I was jobhunting..because I knew that I was a little microorganism starting off life.

Now that I have grown from a little microorganism to a little worm,it is hard to start off again. Employers here are notorious for their internal recruitments..i.e. unless you enter the company as a little microorganism and move up from there, chances are that you will never get a job there for anything higher than a cleaner. Even as an administrator i.e. boring, they are promoting from within…and when they recruit from outside,they require years of experience in administrative jobs. I can’t apply to be a secretary/PA as I can’t write minutes.I can’t get a sales job cauuse I have no experience.I can’t get a teller job as I don’t have customer facing experiene.

The vicious cycle goes on.

Oo…yesterday,this penniless unemployed bought a smoothie maker.Complete with a fruit juicer and a citrus juicer.This jazzy little kenwood was reduced from 69pounds to only 24. Bargin! Now we don’t have to buy smoothies anymore! I love smoothies..from my days of lazing in Jamba Juice in San Francisco I had always loved smoothies.Although,nothing ever tasted the same again after Jamba Juice.I was escastic when I realized that Innocent smoothies are in the same league as a 32oz barrel of Jamba

So this jobless person is off spending more money making healthy fruit smoothies.Oh,the fact that smoothie makers also make frappucinnos is just an..erm..coincidence.Heehee.

As I was getting bored outta my mind, I am now painting the guest bedroom in anticipation of all my lovely friends who are going to pay me a visit.Yeah right.But anyway..I painted one wall mint green yesterday..and realized that during the night,the wall turns blue!! Like its choking or something! So now I’m painting the rest white to balance out the blueness..in bright sunlight though,the room looks like a perfect lime sorbet color.Sorbet…yuummm

Just another typical weekend here at Leeds…clean the house,went out for coffee,try out some new restaurants (even though we are basically penniless).One bit of interesting news though…the hot brother in law is now officially engaged! How hot? Aherm…to refresh your memory, please refer below:

Not the fat one..that happen to be the husband. And yes,that’s the soon to be wife.Woohoo!Congratulations…but drey drey,that means he’s now officially offlimits!

Doesn’t it feel absolutely shiet when it gets as far as an interview and then you don’t get the job?I hate going on interviews…it is never a true representative of your abilities….alot of people interview well but are a lazyass worker.

My typical interview route

1.Wake up really panicky
2.Eat a huge breakfast so my stomach won’t growl whilst in the interview
3.Putter around the house wondering what to wear.
4.Wear layers of clothes so that I won’t be freezing whilst waiting at the bus stop
5.Panic all the way there…looking at notes I’ve made for the interview whilst forgetting everything in a matter of seconds
6.Interview
7.Feel exhilarated for 10 minutes after the interview
8.Whilst in the bus back to the city centre, starts to panic again and feel shiet
9.Go on a vicious rampage through the shops (esp. H&M)and spend all the money that I will not be making
10.Come back red-faced and feeling guilty…but Bacon still encourages me to go and spend all the money we direly cannot afford.

Sigh. I have another speculative interview on Wed..not all that excited about that but we’ll see.At the moment not too happy…I really wanted the job that I went for on Fri,and never thought they would ring me in for an interview.I feel that I screwed up..and when I dont get the job, I will have no one to blame but myself.

On a happier note,damage on Friday:

Suit top from Next, I have a matching skirt
Suit blouse from H&M
Raspberry sweater from H&M
Scarf gloves set from Dorothy Perkins

Oh, and Bacon’s got a job. Oh thank god. The thought of both of us out of a job has given me sleepless nights for the past week. However,we are yet to know what is his next job going to be…and where.I am keeping my fingers crossed that it’ll be London *wink*.

I am still not adapting as well as I would like…which is strange as I settle in anywhere quite well.My hopes is that once I grow some roots here, i.e. get a job and some friends that everything would be ok.At the moment…I miss home, my friends and family….and missing two of my best friends wedding makes me feel even more miserable. Yes,to each other.

Congrats Mr & Mrs Goh!

I feel that I am missing out on Sher & Dreymee’s life as well, on new earrings design and bitching over coffee….I miss them..:(.I miss my clubbing kakis, I miss my island holiday kakis,I even miss my collegues and my bosses.

I promised Bacon two years, and two years it would be

The weather agrees with me. Freezing,cold and grey.

Week 3 into my jobsearch is still not digging up any results. I am getting speculative calls from agencies who has jobs in London and would like to keep me in their books.It’s gotten so bad that I feel the onset of a depression.Grr. Me?Depressesd?

Just chatting with another mate who had moved to London from KL. In KL, we were out nearly daily,with mamak sessions,ladies nite,mambo jambo,lepaking,drinking…..and now we both just sit home all day in dreary old england. We sure missed having a life to live for. I am seriously considering moving back to KL..I can’t stand the depression anymore and it’s getting the hubby down as well. But I promised him that I’d try this out for two years…and two years it shall be.

Ah well.

On sat we went over to the Leeds town hall for a belated chinese new year celebration. Knowing the chinese mentality,I should’ve suspected that they’d try charging entrance fee..bloody 3 quid! Now, for that,you would expect that it’s a properly planned event…they had food and arts and crafts stalls.

The food stalls only sell fried rice,herbal egg,spring roll and prawn crackers

The arts and crafts stall has people selling random items that look like castoffs from their homes..there was a random keychain from Sarawak and a bola takraw.

Buggers charge me 3 pounds?!?!

After that dssapointing stalls, I waited impatiently for the cultural performances to start.With tai chi performance,fan dance and of course the ubquitous lion dance,I was, at last, getting in touch with some chinese roots.I’ve grown up in a huge family where every chinese new year we would have those noisy chinese lion dancers come over to the house for prosperity..so I know what it is all about.

Then out walk a dozen kwai lous hoo haaing with their gongs,drums and of course the dragons.I don’t believe this…kwai lou dragon dance?? Nevermind..we can’t judge performers by race right?But this bunch were BAD. BAD BAD BAD. I expect some jumping around and a really loud beat with the lions jumping around with energetically.I remember going deaf with the gongs 100meters away…..this band of gwai lous just walked arounnd nodding the lion heads and softly strumming the drums.What’s more, the lion had bits that started to fall apart during the dance.

AAaaarghh! Immitation culture doesn’t work! We walked out after the lion dance…effectively wasting the 3 pounds.

I miss home..:(

Just looking at my stats and I realized that someone came to my blog by googling mili+Malaysian. Which is bizzare enough…like WHY?

And then this was one of the results. Nope,it aint me,..my boobs are not that small :P.Enjoy:)

PS: In an ironical twist to my earlier employment post,look at how much she is earning!!

to all the suckers out there who are paying falsely inflated prices for pathetic wilting roses!

Was walking down Morley today to the library (yeah,I’m an avid reader so what?)and the streets were just filled with pathetic fools lugging along baskets and bouquets of flowers that were obviouusly out of season..not to mention simply quite ugly.Walked into the supermarket to get me some apples and the tills were filled with grouchy looking men with sickly pink roses and equally barbie-like valentine’s day card that would get them kicked out of their men’s club. Whahahaaha…imagine a 250lb bald man walking around with a pink card with fluffy edges proclaiming that he’s someone’s sex slave! bwhahhahaa!

As a newly minted married couple,one would expect elaborate (overly inflated again) dinner plans with the prerequisite flowers,chocs and romance. WRONG! Well,for one, the Bacon is going to football..how romantic is that? Without me I might say!! Bugger..

But with a little bit of romance left in this soul, I got the hubby a card weeks ago. Yesterday I stuck his lunchbox with heart stickers and stuck the card on top of it in the fridge,where he would see it juust before he goes to work. Guess what I got in return?

He tore a piece of paper off my grocerylist notepad, wrote happy valentine’s day, stole one of my heart stickers and left it as my card.

Now,how anti-commercialization is that?!?!?!!

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On the job front, I have had a few equiries from interested agencies after posting my CV on efinancialjobs.com. Considering that I had only signed up yesterday,my resume has been viewed four times and I have received two calls on it.

All would require me to move to London.

Which is where the problem is.London is bloody expensive. Being rooted in Leeds and uprooting so soon again,this might not be very good.On the other hand, I can go makan with louyau and be truthfully,way happier.I am a city girl..I need to feel the pulse of a big city throbbbing 24hrs.I am in dire need of friends who understand the joy of a good plate of nasi lemak and prawn mee and why I dream of it nearly daily.I thrive in a commercial,busy and sophisticated environment.

Not somewhere that won’t even hire me as a receptionist because I am frankly overqualified for it.Not somewhere that the only job I can get is parellel with those leaving school at the age 17 and without any experience.

I am not being high and mighty here,but I need room for growth.Room to breathe and expand…and not forced to work in McDonalds as a toilet cleaner because I am restricted by location

What am I going to do?

The past two weeks or so have be spent with frantic jobseeking.I have been seeking everywhere for something that I might enjoy doing.

I wonder if I am going ahead of myself. First of all, I can always work in a call centre environment,ableit hating it at the time.But at least I will be earning some dough,rather than nothing at all.At the moment,not bringing in any dough has driven me very close to insanity. I hate thinkinng twice for my weekly Starbucks and even thinking twice about taking a bus into town.

Should I settle, or should I heedlessly pursue on for a role of my dreams? Choices choices choices..I am sick of rewriting my CV for the upteemth time.If only I was located in London where my profession is in great demmand. But with Bacon looking for another job, we are at the moment stuck here.

The Chinese Valentine.Where boxes of perfectly good and yummy mandrain oranges goes to waste as el despo women throw them into lakes,rivers,seas,ponds,swimming pools and bathtubs with prayers of a handsome young lad. Where the happy pervy men prey on these hapless feminine souls who just want someone to buy the mandrain oranges for them next year,and the year after and after.

Why can’t we just have a normal valentines day like the gwai lous where the girls are treated to the most commercialized and expensive event in which hallmark probably glean 50% of their yearly profit from? Instead, we cheena girls are encouraged to buy mandrain oranges by the truckloads like they are going out of fashion,scrawl name and number on each and every one of them and throw them into the water.Like…WtF??

To be fair,I quite like this perfectly quaint chinese practice.Legend has it (correct me someone please) that unmarried virgins are only allowed to go out of the house once a year for a parade amongst those horny hormone laced boys. Sort of like a comming-out ball that high society throws for their daughters that has come of age. If they see a pockmarked boy they like,these fair maidens are supposed to hand out mandrain oranges signifying their interest. And so it begins…

I have not actually throw any mandrain oranges before…and now I am disqualified from throwing them. Awww..Damn.But I remember last year one scrawny little pimply thing was at the PJ Lake (near where I used to live in KL)actually went on a sampan with a scooper net, and scooped up about a sampanfull of mandrain oranges…all scrawled with numbers and names. He apparetly doess this every year and hooks up with a few.Better than match.com, and its FREE! and the female to male ratio is a sampan-full of mandrain oranges that you can even sell at the pasar malam!

Okay,tradition and all is sweet,but in this day and age?

PS: It is 6.20am,and I am still up combating insomnia.It doesn’t help that the mother in law is comming over for a spot check in 4 hours time and Bacon is really sick!

Yes,I know,I know.

I have not blogged in ages on my happy life here where its always grey and rainy.

Been under quite abit of stress latetly,which had deterred me from my regular crap blogs.For those in the know,no,I did not get that job which I had been aiming for,which had contributed immensely to my stres.

At the moment,I am at crossroads where I am unsure whether I want to continue seeking for a job in the same proffesion or should I just move away to something completely new and screw all my previous experience.I don’t know.Stayin with the same company for three years had build a comfort zone that I had refused to get out of.It is not easy to get out of it and pursue something else that is completely new.

Hmm.Decisions decisions. Being a peniless immigrant is not a very happy position.Shall I subject myself to a temp position in Borders?Or shall I mindlessly fumble along in my comfort zone and look for something I already know?