As Suanie Sees It

I received an e-mail from Jobstreet yesterday, and it sort of cracked me up, thanks to the inclusion of the term ‘ffk’ and a link to a dictionary explaining the term.

The whole thing is about SMS-sing/ confirming your interview with your prospective employer. If the person is a no-show, then employers can mark a ‘no-show’ to the jobseekers’ accounts. I think it’s a good move, because for some odd reasons, some people seem to not care if they show up for a scheduled interview. Har?!?!?!?

If you are not interested, then say so lah. Don’t make people change their schedules just for you, then 30 minutes past the scheduled time, bayang pun tak nampak with no phone call to let the interviewer know that you’d be late/ stuck in a traffic jam/ cat in pet hospital/ got fatally bitten by a monster that has been living underground for yonks and decided to resurface and catch the first person in its sight. It is rude to make someone stay past his or her working hours just to interview you and you decided that you have better things to do. Sorry ar, I am not rescheduling your interview a.k.a. go fuck yourself.

My favourite hiring story has to be an intern interviewed by my colleague. The position was for an intern studying computer stuff. When asked if she likes her major, she replied, “No, actually I want to be a geologist.”

It makes me LOL every time.

Well, I’m sure he would if he could, seeing how he already laid claim to my dad, my mom, my sister, my bedroom, my bed, my eyebrow pencil, my nail clipper, my pillow, my blanket, my bag, my clothes, my closet, my shoes, my table, my chair, my foot rest, my mouse, my pens, my writing pad etc as his properties.

So here are some photos of Ryan, taken last week when we were back in Batu Pahat. Yes, it does feel like a cop out, doesn’t it? Unfortunately I am almost disastrously busy today, tomorrow and almost certainly the day after. In between my personal time of eating, shitting, sleeping, staring into emptiness, eating, shitting, sleeping and staring into emptiness, I am not sure if I would be able to update this blog until a couple of days later.

Unless something sets me off lah. I don’t know… maybe John Mayer would ask Jennifer Aniston to marry him. Then I’d be REALLY pissed.

This one below was taken at Minyak Beku, a rocky kind of beach/ sea thingy in Batu Pahat.

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Me and Ryan at what is popularly known as ‘Qing Ren Qiao’, meaning Lovers’ Bridge.

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Ryan after his first taste of coffee. Bwahahahha padan muka.

Kthxbai!

p/s: Btw was the season finale of Grey’s Anatomy awesome or what?!

Question: Does this make you want to cum?

Lazy to elaborate, but you can read the context at Marina Mahathir’s blog. I would have purchased a secondary school uniform and cam-whored to death in it, but then I remembered that I am fat and ugly.

But you get my point, yeah?

*GREY’S ANATOMY SPOILER ALERT*

Read on if you don’t give a shit about Grey’s Anatomy Season 4 Episodes 14 and 15.

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Yess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wa ah gong di e ei lo

I didn’t know about it until I read my aunt’s blog where she posted about it. Since I was back in Batu Pahat last weekend, I thought I’d check it out (since I memang wanted to visit my grandparents anyway), and managed to drag persuade my grandpa to go along with me and pose for a picture.

Initially he was a tad reluctant, maybe shy or what, but later was quite enthusiastic, directing me to go from the other side (from where the road sign is located) so I could drive through the entire road. It’s quite a main road; definitely more than 20 houses dotting the sides.

The whole stretch!

FYI, Sri Gading is a pekan just 13 km from Batu Pahat town. I spent a lot of my growing up years there. It is now undergoing massive development; new housing areas and industries mushrooming here and there. Oh well, at least the roads are wider, etc.

As for why my grandfather has a road named after him, well he’s somewhat of a local personality lah. He’s got stories from the Japanese occupation, communist and stuff; maybe one day I’ll properly document it. He’s a MCA guy through and through (with all due respect and this just being my opinion, that was back when MCA had balls) so maybe that’s why he received such an honour lor.

Me with my grandfather and his road!

Honour? But of course! Isn’t this the coolest thing ever?