hmm...
updates.
- PotC3: World's End trailer is up on Yahoo. Why do I have this awful feeling that this particular movie will fail? I hope I'll be proven wrong, but Barbossa's speech in the trailer didn't strike me well at all. Looking forward to the Keith Richards cameo.
- Like father, like son. I should have farking known that Joe Hill was Stephen King's son!. Neil mentioned about him and his book Heart-Shaped Box in an entry (which I could not find. grr). Moseyed over to the CNN website (our tv finally gave up the ghost 2 weeks ago) and saw the article. Still am kicking myself for failing to realize the connection. Will now definitely buy the book, because yeah the King family name helps, but it is a very interesting read.
- Finally saw "300". Haa-hoo, haa-hoo.
- Oh, quit from the job.
Yes, fickle me. The weird part is, I liked the account. It was challenging and very interesting. The batchmates and I gelled well together. I genuinely liked everyone of them.
So what happened?
It actually rooted in my failure to pass my first test last Wednesday. then comes Thursday night. It was a random thought in my brain. "Run". And so the next day, I did.
I've said my "sorry"'s and all. lethologica told me off, saying that I should've told them first. Which is true, I should have. But then again... Ah, forget it. It's over and done. I'll probably spend the next 2 months berating myself for it and wondering if mienai_hoshi will still talk to me after all this. (note to self: strike 2. drill this into yer skull, karen: with your penchant for quitting never, ever apply in companies with close friends working in it)
I'm sorry Len. I'm sorry Ruby. I'm sorry everyone. It's weird, there I was looking for a job, the next minute (or 3 weeks in this case) I'm already running from it. Yes, I love to make my life more complicated and miserable than it already is.
I'm not going to aim high for now. Looking for quiet jobs within my town. Project-based jobs. Heck, volunteer jobs even. Summer's fast approaching, so maybe I'll pinch-hit for part-time ones. Just start small. Because I'll be damned if I do something like this again and run, run, run. Argh.
My life is nuts. Sorry people.
- PotC3: World's End trailer is up on Yahoo. Why do I have this awful feeling that this particular movie will fail? I hope I'll be proven wrong, but Barbossa's speech in the trailer didn't strike me well at all. Looking forward to the Keith Richards cameo.
- Like father, like son. I should have farking known that Joe Hill was Stephen King's son!. Neil mentioned about him and his book Heart-Shaped Box in an entry (which I could not find. grr). Moseyed over to the CNN website (our tv finally gave up the ghost 2 weeks ago) and saw the article. Still am kicking myself for failing to realize the connection. Will now definitely buy the book, because yeah the King family name helps, but it is a very interesting read.
- Finally saw "300". Haa-hoo, haa-hoo.
- Oh, quit from the job.
Yes, fickle me. The weird part is, I liked the account. It was challenging and very interesting. The batchmates and I gelled well together. I genuinely liked everyone of them.
So what happened?
It actually rooted in my failure to pass my first test last Wednesday. then comes Thursday night. It was a random thought in my brain. "Run". And so the next day, I did.
I've said my "sorry"'s and all. lethologica told me off, saying that I should've told them first. Which is true, I should have. But then again... Ah, forget it. It's over and done. I'll probably spend the next 2 months berating myself for it and wondering if mienai_hoshi will still talk to me after all this. (note to self: strike 2. drill this into yer skull, karen: with your penchant for quitting never, ever apply in companies with close friends working in it)
I'm sorry Len. I'm sorry Ruby. I'm sorry everyone. It's weird, there I was looking for a job, the next minute (or 3 weeks in this case) I'm already running from it. Yes, I love to make my life more complicated and miserable than it already is.
I'm not going to aim high for now. Looking for quiet jobs within my town. Project-based jobs. Heck, volunteer jobs even. Summer's fast approaching, so maybe I'll pinch-hit for part-time ones. Just start small. Because I'll be damned if I do something like this again and run, run, run. Argh.
My life is nuts. Sorry people.