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When opportunity knocks, answer. If only it was as simple as that. So far in the short span of 2 months I have passed up on two excellent job opportunities. The first offered to me was for a private contracting firm looking for Chinese linguists in Northern Virginia, and the second was for a Japanese investment firm dealing with professional traders in foreign exhange in the ginza district of Tokyo. This was the result of what little effort I made like putting up my resume all over the internet and sending it to the second company randomly. I was magnanimously granted an interview at the ginza, 10.30am this morning but because my nus email has been screwed up for the last week or so I didn’t read the email until this morning. At 13.45 no less. Flabbergasted I was, and immediately sought to purchase a ticket to tokyo afterall NWA is having their summer sale now. But rationality held me back. It just seems absolutely stupid to fly down for an interview when I can’t even legally start work until next summer in Japan. Yes, I also have school thank you very much. After sulking around for a half hour, bitter that 2 stellar opportunities should just be passed up like this I am still wary about job seeking in Japan. So far I’ve been somewhat resigned to my impending fate as an English teacher in Japan, earning ok wages, doing a shit job that requires no intellect whatsoever, but generally happy because of Patrick. I am not afraid of joblessness as I am scared shitless of measuring my self-worth from the employment I will be hired for. You cannot deny the materialistic little voice in you that tells you an investment banker sounds a lot more impressive than you know, a janitor. It sounds so terribly condescending but that’s how we all think innit?
This is my dilemma. I don’t want to be an english teacher in Japan but I also fear that I won’t be hired. And amidst feeling quite shitty after trawling numerous job sites and seeing that Japanese is a language requirement ( well of course natalie ), and seeing how I can’t speak much of it, I can’t help thinking to myself that there is a high chance of me becoming an english teacher if I want to get employed at all.
I fear optimistism.
Classé dans : Mes Amis
crystal says:
i mean if u buy it, there’s only S M L and XL anyway right?
Faut souffrir pour d’être belle ★ // 82 says:
yeah that is true!
crystal says:
so if there are pple who dun reply, u could just SML them and tell them to alter it
Faut souffrir pour d’être belle ★ // 82 says:
SML simi lan?
crystal says:
wtf small MEDIUM large -_-
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What do you think of these Fornarina Gold Heels for my wedding shoes? They’re made of genuine leather and I can get them for 45 bucks or less.
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This guy is a piano maestro even if all he plays are chords that some people may argue are simpler. Still, he’s received no formal training or schooled in music, I am rather impressed. If you, like me are in love with this cover he has 2 tutorials on Apologize by One Republic. His lessons are pretty str8 forward so I am thrilled to say that after one night of practice I can play it though, obviously not as well as him . Ack my hands are sore and aching from piano playing. If you’re interested he also does a great cover of Umbrella by Rhianna and might I add that it gives a whole new feeling to a song overplayed with a beat that is too trite .
Well enough chatting, here is Apologize:
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With all my heart, I wish I was less materialistic. Less impressionable and more stoic. Truth is, I have so much in life going for me. My family is great, I read and get to choose what to do for fun everyday without much concern for anything in particular least of them, school. Patrick, the love of my life dotes on me and spoils me so much he calls me three times everyday from the middle east. My in laws are amazing, selfless people who go all out of their way for Patrick and I.
Above all, I get to see and be with Patrick for the rest of my life in 84 comparatively short days.
Classé dans : Agent of Amour
( to be honest, my preference has now shifted from white men whom I deem sketchy to Asian-American males who have the charm and muscular physique of their white counterparts, complemented perfectly with a pithy understanding on what it is to be azn. Heaven forbid, the accent is also a killer! Patrick, I’ve always thought, is an asian stuck in a white males’ body because he is acutely filial, loves to play computer games, is an anime/manga geek, loves very spicy asian food, enjoys eating rice indeed more than i do, has fish sauce ,oyster sauce, sriracha chilli sauce , bak choi in his refrigerator and LOVES chinese new year. He is the man of my dreams and the best white male any culturally aware asian chick could possibly ask for! )
I couldn’t resist the urge to put this on my blog, stolen from Stuff Asian People Like :
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Asian chicks dig white guys. Somewhere in the midst of the pseudo-nationalistic indoctrination our well-meaning parents inflict upon us, we ladies stop paying attention and allow tall(er), skinny, white boy engineers to steal our hearts.
What’s up with the race treason? One theory: They love us. Asian fetish, yellow fever. Whatever you call it, there’s plenty of literature out there telling white men that we slant-eyed princesses are the exotic, submissive, and hypersexualized women of their dreams.
This post, however, is not about why white guys live in a delusional fantasy world. It’s a dissertation on why, despite the tawdry roots of our suitors’ affection, we just eat it up. One economist says it’s because Asian women are the least discriminatory female demographic (second-to-last paragraph)—that “the white man-Asian woman pairing was the most common form of interracial dating … because of the women’s neutrality, not the men’s pronounced preference.”
Uh, ok. Whatever. What about our strict fathers and sheltered childhoods? Plus, we all saw how well that John Lennon/Yoko Ono thing worked out. And we can’t resist everything white men have to offer—and no, I’m not talking about that. White men indulge our deepest PDA-fantasies; they hold our hands, they aren’t terribly cerebral about their emotions, and they will—heaven forbid—tell their parents that we’re actually dating. Asian parents don’t do any of that gross hand-holding, making-out stuff. 
Asian boys learned the lesson; girls, not so much.
Lastly, if you think this is all a pile of BS, we all can agree on one tangible reason the Asian/white pairing works so well. God knows we all just want highly attractive children, and halfie babies are so damn cute.
I am the wedding nazi, here me rawr.
WOW I feel accomplished. Yesterday, after shopping online we went out for father’s day with the family to Herbs n Spices which is this really good indian restaurant at upper thomson. The tandoori chicken was so tender and fresh, the fishhead curry delicious and not too spicy, and their signature vegetable thingey ( can’t remember the name ) made me want to go back for more. My parents think that I should bring Patrick there to dine when he next visits and I absolutely concur. So after dinner, I spent about 7 hours slaving at my Toshiba, at the mercy of annoying CSS, HTML, web interface of the like and photoshop to create the long overdued wedding blog. I literally went to bed at 5am with a sore back from lousy posture hunched over the laptop.. and woke up at 11am remembering that I had forgotten the night before to ask my MIL to give me the measurements of the flowergirl. So 30 mins of phonecall after, I went back to updating my wedding blog with all the rest of the information and pictures. This evening I finally printed out the “will you be my bridesmaid” cards and they are now ready for mailing. Just gotta get the addresses and the envelops sorted out. So it looks like we’re spending considerably lesser on the wedding, which means only one thing :
MORE MONEY FOR US!!
( in case Patrick’s dad wants us to pay him back )
Yeah I know I sound really cheap but just think of the many many shoes and purses and dresses I can buy with money otherwise spent on other people? We’ve decided to scrap the banquet/ luncheon which would’ve cost us at least another 15,000 USD . That’s a lot of fucking money if you ask me and I can go tour europe twice over with that kinda money, or buy all the damn dresses I want from warehouse and that chanel bag Ive been hankering for. I love getting a good bargain, but I love spending on myself more. Let’s face it, we’re all selfish.
So. With some luck perhaps I can persuade Patrick to buy me the chanel 2.55 hehe 
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I guess all I needed was another vacation to jolt me out of my Eurotrip woes huh! To think that good ol’malaysia did the trick is quite impressive since I never thought highly of our neighbor as an “overseas” destination. I kinda feel like taking another vacation, maybe somewhere around the region like.. Vietnam in july perhaps?? Any takers? )
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One entire day of cyber trawling and 109 bucks after, I feel accomplished and very pleased with my buys. Here’s why. ( click to see its actual size )
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Il est officiel
Patrick and I received our orders today and it is official ; we are moving to Yokosuka next year to begin a whole new married life together. Not before we move to Florida for a couple of months where I am sure I will be unspeakably bored living in a hotel and eating horrible Chinese take out meals all by myself while he is at school. Vacationing in the Carribean is out of question since that’s where we’re going for our honeymoon this fall. Perhaps I’ll return to Singapore and continue with my etsy business. At this point of time, you may have noticed that I am more concerned with the assorted periods of transition than with the actual change itself. The irony is profound considering most people shy away from changes when they can help it and gripe along with a reluctant tolerance when necessary. Mais moi, j’aime ça. Aside from the romanticism of continent hopping, there exists a considerably disturbing side – the transition time frame, made terribly painful with the added stress of paper chase smeared crimson with merciless red tape bureaucracy. Already at the top of my head I am counting off the list of necessary evils I must put myself through.. Visa paperwork, housing facilitation, job interviews and application.. I feel like I’m in some sort of Dostoyevskyian fraternity intiation where the rules are simple ; make a fool out of yourself in these ceremonial rites and then we’ll let you into the frat house where the party’s at.
Yes, if only for my amusement.
So I digress from my grievances. Its murderous I tell you and presently with my languid tedium I can’t envision the process much less the final product of it. Oh what’s the use really of talking about things that will eventually unfurl with a life of their own?
I’ll go back to reading Chomsky.
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1. Lilly Pulitzer
2. Betsey Johnson (j’aime ça! )
3. Steve Madden
4. J Lo
Oùlala, elles se sont trop jolie!
Alors, je donne mon coeur à les beaux. Après , pour les acheter et fait accomplis comme ça 
