under the weather

today i woke up at 9.30am … i thought i had been sleeping until 4pm … seemed soooo long, i was dreaming stuff that tired me. also, i woke up kinda sick. like wheezing in my throat/chest.

i don’t know what’s going on. but i do know im not well and im overweight.

so, i went to get some groceries … bought wholemeal pitta, eggs … there were no salad. so i bought pesto sauce. dried berries to eat with quaker oats. and some kueh.

i have a feeling that it’s coz i have been going home late. i had to send my colleague home these past few nights. and when i got home … i couldn’t sleep … so i stayed up. and hence, i wake up late. it’s a vicious cycle.

i know i need to exercise, but before i get into any exercise programme … i need to lose a few kilos.

sigh.

i wonder whether it’s also psychological. i have been having mixed feelings about my bf lately. maybe i should just think positive. not about the relationship. but just generally.

i can’t sleep

i can’t sleep. it’s slightly after 3am. i can’t sleep. i can’t sleeeeeeep …

just want a new day to begin. so that i can sort things out. like finding out what kind of offer am i getting from these people who interviewed me on thursday.

argh.

ok. now i must sleep.

bloo thursday

thursday …

dunno whether it’s pms but i’m like a volcano that’s waiting to erupt. okay, now i’m just a simmering pot of pasta sauce. but earlier … arrrrggggh.

yesterday, i went for two job interviews, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. then, just as i was about to drive off after the afternoon interview, the admin person called me to come for a second interview the next day. i had planned to go to the epf office on thursday to ask about the housing loan withdrawal scheme since i would be free all day. but with the recent turn of events, i would have to squeeze the visit to early morning.

but this morning, i felt so bleaugh, that i thought it would be better to postpone it tomorrow after i’ve gotten all my papers in order. actually i almost went, wore something formal, felt positive. so, i thought i’d go to my apartment and get my papers.

but when i went back to my apartment, i was dismayed by the stinky smell from the toilet. did i tell you that the management cut my water supply? yeah, two weeks already, i think. coz i owe them more than a year’s worth of maintenance fees. anyway, will write about this later. so, even tho i thought i had flushed buckets full of water down the toilet, it seems that it’s not the same like if the water wasn’t cut off. coz i haven’t been home for a few days now so i dunno whether i should pour water down the toilet everyday so that it doesn’t become stagnant? anyway, really spoiled my mood.

anyway, before that, i dropped by my boyfriend’s place to pick up my trolley, and was hoping that he could help me fill these 8 kilo water containers to bring back to my place. but he was just too groggy (i suppose from a cold the night before) that he basically could not open his eyelids, and i just got a bit pissed off even though i shouldn’t and i was hoping that he would wake up to help me but as he wasn’t capable of doing that, i left with my trolley and water containers. i said i would just fill them up at my mum’s place which is like 20 minutes drive away while his apartment is just 5 minutes drive away from my place. so that was a bit annoying but i decided that i might as well solve my own problems coz the last time he helped me with the water, we got into a fight (another long story).

so back at my apartment, i felt like the wind had been taken out of my sails … i felt really down. i had no job, no money, no water … WHATEVER!!

then, i realized that i could pay this month’s car loan by selling my gold necklace. i never thought that i would think of selling it because it was a gift from my late grandmother. that’s about the only thing that i have from her. but i was feeling really desperate. so i took the flimsy gold chain and put it in my pocket. then, i started to gather my stuff and went down to the parking lot.

then, i went back to my boyfriend’s house because i had left a nice pair of black pants to wear to the interview. and more crucially, i really needed to go to the toilet, and there is no water at my apartment! so, i went back there and he was still sick, i suppose, coz he slept until noon. so, when i was about to leave, i realized that the gold chain is gone! AND there is actually a small hole in my pocket! how come i didn’t notice it, right? WHATEVER! really, really spoiled my mood. of course, i didn’t tell my boyfriend about it coz he would only get upset and tell me how careless i had been, blabla … he’s not very good at handling bad news even though it’s got nothing to do with him. it would just make him stressful, especially since he’s also short of money. so, i mustered up the strength to go to the job interview.

at the interview, the boss says i’ve got the criteria that they wanted. but of course when it came down to dollars and cents, the moolah, the dough … basically, i’m just too expensive! i said, that’s a typical salary for an EDITOR. he looked surprised. he thought i was asking for the position of SENIOR WRITER. Idiot! Didn’t he read the stupid FORM that i was asked to fill and my cover letter? WHATEVER! then, he said the highest post he can offer me was ASST EDITOR. WHATEVER. During the first interview, i’d told the sales manager that it doesn’t make sense for me to be Senior Writer (coz she said they would promote me if i perform … haaaah! dream on, as if i don’t know their republican tactics – it’s a singapore company and i’ve worked with them before … so, i know their modus operandi) as i’ve been an Editor for the past five years. It’s typical of Singapore publishing companies (based on three that i’ve worked for) to put one person in charge of a magazine, and the person does everything … so basically, you can be writer, senior writer, whatever but you would be doing the job of an editor at LESS PAY!!! so, i said to him, it doesn’t matter to me what you wish to call the position BUT it doesn’t make sense to me to agree to a salary that is below what i had gotten before. or something like that. please lah. i know the game, ok?

i told them that ideally, a magazine should be published 3 months in advance (the norm with big publishing companies in malaysia and overseas who employ sub-editors, editorial assistants, lifestyle editors, photo editors, etc, etc) … then the guy said, oh … we don’t do that. how stupid. they like to work in that stupid hectic style that is so typical of this sort of companies (okay, now i wouldn’t say singapore because i don’t have any statistics, just experience). stretch your staff’s capacities and expand your profit margin. how stupid. WHATEVER. and besides, i’d actually forgotten that they required someone who can speak chinese as well and when i’d sent my application via email i’d missed that particular sentence. so, i don’t know why they called me … maybe they THINK i can speak and write chinese? so, i don’t know whether i should email them and withdraw my application. the guy said he’d call me on Friday regarding the results. but you know what? i don’t think he will. like the numerous other interviews that promise to inform me in a week whether i was successful or otherwise. unlike in england, where for 50 letters that i’d sent, i would get exactly 50 rejection letters back (LOLOLOL) … i mean, they’re good at letter-writing … the British. and that’s what you call service! but in malaysia … if you don’t hear from them in a week, consider yourself REJECTED!

so, anyway … went back to my mum’s house after the interview, i felt hot and bothered. and later around 5pm my mum got really stressed with my 2 and a half year old niece who was having a tantrum that she screamed and when i went up to find out what was wrong, and reprimanded the niece, she said i shouldn’t have done so coz i don’t know what was going on. then i said to my mum, when you scream like that, you make everyone stressed coz as per usual she will start to pick on things and blame everything and everyone but she just can’t discipline the child who basically winds her around her little finger. much as i love her, my niece is a little tyrant who gets away with practically everything.

friday …

early this morning, i discovered that i had gotten my period. duh.