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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..:(