Tardy Thoughts
My not-so-Mighty Mouse is dying on me, again. The first time that damn nipple failed to scroll down, I found an advice online to vigourously rub the mouse upside down on a piece of paper, that solved the problem till now. I thought it had something to do with winter and condensation off my fingers or palm that trigger the latest breakdown.
It seems to be working marginally again after I turned it upside down and tapped it a few times. I suspect whatever it is that's in contact with the nipple to track the scroll motions is loose.
Today's treat arrived in a post pack swathed in thick bubbles, wrapped in gold: Kenzo Air Pour Homme that I got off ebay because it was likened to Hermes' Terre d'Hermes which shares vetiver as a base note or signature scent or whatever you call it. The Kenzo Air is less crisp and citrusy, less in your face, kinda just floats off the skin and is strangely delicious and round like a liquid that rolls around in your mouth. The bottle is awesome, my favourite perfume bottle yet (more than likely why I got it). It's designed by some sculptor Laura de Santillana and according to the website, represents 'a window to the sky.' Of course the actual bottle looks more like frosted glass than ice, but it's lovely nonetheless.
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I wonder if our lives become recursive at some point. I wonder because ever since I've been blogging, I've become the inner spectator of my life, and many a times I feel like I'm going around in circles (just as I'm sure I've blogged about going around in circles at some point). And it becomes harder to blog because I wonder if I'm just repeating myself again, if I've blogged and forgotten about it, or perhaps, the unfortunate and somewhat scary irony is that no matter how we've moved or where we are in life, no matter how unique a set of circumstances, we begin to replay a set of responses and emotions like a marionette. Going through the motions becomes going through the emotions and most of us never realise it.
It's the same with writing. Everything's so bright and empty and waiting to be filled up with you til you're overflowing from the pages and the words have come back around like a snake on its own tail. Then you look on stumped, at a loss, because, hasn't this been covered before, already? So why again?
I think that's the scarier thing to me. The 'again.' Like nothing is changing or moving forward, I keep revisiting the same experiences or similar ones that trigger the same emotions or similar ones. Because somewhere where I am not me, I'm reading this and thinking, 'not again, come on haven't we been here?'
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And I keep sniffing at my wrist like a junkie getting high off the blood that evaporates the scent sending them molecules into my nostrils into the brain.
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So I've semi-given up on looking for work in Melbourne and am casting my fortunes in Sydney. So far I've had 2 interviews, seemingly went well but well, waiting.
The first one was with Amnesia voted top interactive agency for 2 years running, part of the RazorFish / Avenue A network from the US. It was a phone interview and I was nervous and blabbing away non-stop. The CD sounded English. Anyway he asked some good questions that no one's asked me yet, stuff that tested my understanding of interactive work and talking through one of the projects in the book to understand how I thought. Talked about online advertising and stuff. Then the money question popped up, which I 'deftly' deflected by asking him to have a think about how much I'm worth and let me know. To which he said he'll talk to his boss and HR and get back to me. Actually I told him as long as they pay me enough to live in Sydney and give me my internet access, I'm cool. At which he laughed.
Second interview just happened yesterday morning. A Sydney recruiter hooked up something with Ogilvy Interactive over in Sydney, but since I'm in Melbourne, they got a CD in the Melbourne office to see me first. I was late for the meeting which is a big no-no so I shot myself in the foot even before stepping through the door. We got into the actual interview, filled him in on my background, and talked him through the book. I think he slowly warmed up as I went over each project. He's the second CD who actually read my copy, mumbling to himself and commenting twice that it reads really well and my writing is very 'nuanced' and 'has colour.'
At which point he, I think out of surprise more than anything, had to ask if English is my first language. Then he just kinda nodded and went back to reading in a somewhat absentminded manner.
He gave some good feedback on the book but I just don't know how to address them. I talked him through my idea for Domicil's web presence cum personality widget cum compass for retail space and extending it to CRM for sustainability. He thought that was a 'bloody good idea' 'very good,' and he went,
'It tells me you understand how consumers think. But if I may be blunt, I couldn't get it when I was flipping through the PDF, none of it made sense until you talked over it and I can see the strategy.
Anyone can make pretty pictures, anyone can write nice sounding copy.'
A lot of nodding from me, I was just too nervous, my neck was stiffening up, and didn't want to break his little speech now that he's warmed up a bit.
'Anyone can come up with an idea, but it's when you can connect it to a strategy, that sets us apart. Because we're all salesmen.
You have to show me that in your book. Connect these creatives with the strategies you've thought of. I don't know how you do it, maybe some extra lines to go with each screen shots that better explain what I'm looking at.'
We ended that with him wishing me luck and that he'll get Sydney to talk to me. I thought it went well, really appreciated the suggestions for improvements to the book which I will try to sort out.
Today he sent an email to the recruiter and Sydney office, pretty much going over everything we discussed, and he did mention the tardiness which the recruiter brought up over the phone, but that aside, it is looking hopeful and fingers crossed.
Except I've been fretting over the tardiness comment the whole day doing my own head in and I had to get out.
::
I was never this stressed or desperate looking for work in Singapore. It's keeping me up at night, not letting me sleep when I need it before an interview, babbling my way through interviews trying to squeeze in every word to sell (slut) myself.
It seems to be working marginally again after I turned it upside down and tapped it a few times. I suspect whatever it is that's in contact with the nipple to track the scroll motions is loose.
Today's treat arrived in a post pack swathed in thick bubbles, wrapped in gold: Kenzo Air Pour Homme that I got off ebay because it was likened to Hermes' Terre d'Hermes which shares vetiver as a base note or signature scent or whatever you call it. The Kenzo Air is less crisp and citrusy, less in your face, kinda just floats off the skin and is strangely delicious and round like a liquid that rolls around in your mouth. The bottle is awesome, my favourite perfume bottle yet (more than likely why I got it). It's designed by some sculptor Laura de Santillana and according to the website, represents 'a window to the sky.' Of course the actual bottle looks more like frosted glass than ice, but it's lovely nonetheless.
::
I wonder if our lives become recursive at some point. I wonder because ever since I've been blogging, I've become the inner spectator of my life, and many a times I feel like I'm going around in circles (just as I'm sure I've blogged about going around in circles at some point). And it becomes harder to blog because I wonder if I'm just repeating myself again, if I've blogged and forgotten about it, or perhaps, the unfortunate and somewhat scary irony is that no matter how we've moved or where we are in life, no matter how unique a set of circumstances, we begin to replay a set of responses and emotions like a marionette. Going through the motions becomes going through the emotions and most of us never realise it.
It's the same with writing. Everything's so bright and empty and waiting to be filled up with you til you're overflowing from the pages and the words have come back around like a snake on its own tail. Then you look on stumped, at a loss, because, hasn't this been covered before, already? So why again?
I think that's the scarier thing to me. The 'again.' Like nothing is changing or moving forward, I keep revisiting the same experiences or similar ones that trigger the same emotions or similar ones. Because somewhere where I am not me, I'm reading this and thinking, 'not again, come on haven't we been here?'
::
And I keep sniffing at my wrist like a junkie getting high off the blood that evaporates the scent sending them molecules into my nostrils into the brain.
::
So I've semi-given up on looking for work in Melbourne and am casting my fortunes in Sydney. So far I've had 2 interviews, seemingly went well but well, waiting.
The first one was with Amnesia voted top interactive agency for 2 years running, part of the RazorFish / Avenue A network from the US. It was a phone interview and I was nervous and blabbing away non-stop. The CD sounded English. Anyway he asked some good questions that no one's asked me yet, stuff that tested my understanding of interactive work and talking through one of the projects in the book to understand how I thought. Talked about online advertising and stuff. Then the money question popped up, which I 'deftly' deflected by asking him to have a think about how much I'm worth and let me know. To which he said he'll talk to his boss and HR and get back to me. Actually I told him as long as they pay me enough to live in Sydney and give me my internet access, I'm cool. At which he laughed.
Second interview just happened yesterday morning. A Sydney recruiter hooked up something with Ogilvy Interactive over in Sydney, but since I'm in Melbourne, they got a CD in the Melbourne office to see me first. I was late for the meeting which is a big no-no so I shot myself in the foot even before stepping through the door. We got into the actual interview, filled him in on my background, and talked him through the book. I think he slowly warmed up as I went over each project. He's the second CD who actually read my copy, mumbling to himself and commenting twice that it reads really well and my writing is very 'nuanced' and 'has colour.'
At which point he, I think out of surprise more than anything, had to ask if English is my first language. Then he just kinda nodded and went back to reading in a somewhat absentminded manner.
He gave some good feedback on the book but I just don't know how to address them. I talked him through my idea for Domicil's web presence cum personality widget cum compass for retail space and extending it to CRM for sustainability. He thought that was a 'bloody good idea' 'very good,' and he went,
'It tells me you understand how consumers think. But if I may be blunt, I couldn't get it when I was flipping through the PDF, none of it made sense until you talked over it and I can see the strategy.
Anyone can make pretty pictures, anyone can write nice sounding copy.'
A lot of nodding from me, I was just too nervous, my neck was stiffening up, and didn't want to break his little speech now that he's warmed up a bit.
'Anyone can come up with an idea, but it's when you can connect it to a strategy, that sets us apart. Because we're all salesmen.
You have to show me that in your book. Connect these creatives with the strategies you've thought of. I don't know how you do it, maybe some extra lines to go with each screen shots that better explain what I'm looking at.'
We ended that with him wishing me luck and that he'll get Sydney to talk to me. I thought it went well, really appreciated the suggestions for improvements to the book which I will try to sort out.
Today he sent an email to the recruiter and Sydney office, pretty much going over everything we discussed, and he did mention the tardiness which the recruiter brought up over the phone, but that aside, it is looking hopeful and fingers crossed.
Except I've been fretting over the tardiness comment the whole day doing my own head in and I had to get out.
::
I was never this stressed or desperate looking for work in Singapore. It's keeping me up at night, not letting me sleep when I need it before an interview, babbling my way through interviews trying to squeeze in every word to sell (slut) myself.