omg,omg,omg,omg, OMG
I just did a random search on my name and found this! I wrote this article last year for the Perth Independent on Jarrah Honey and its antibacterial properties, and it got into LISWA!!! This is so cool!
Suddenly I feel so much better, however small this little personal victory is. =D
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Amidst a maelstrom
It's been a weird week for me. First I had to ditch my plans to join TJJ's Open day, then gym instructors nagged me to start my weight loss programme (wish I didn't coz I'm so tired as it took TWO hours to complete on top of my aerokick session), then spent Sunday with my cousins and family whom I'm not seen for ages (it was most disjointed for me, I really felt out of place and just plain BAH coz I'm jobless; a state I'm not proud of), took the Nature's Tea and now I'm purging and cramping every 10 minutes, and then my sis suggested I go work in KFC! I wish I can just wish myself onto another plain and just be.
I wonder how death feels? Would it be calm and ended, or would it be River of Flame and Judgment Day? Bah... senseless thoughts indeed.
It's been a weird week for me. First I had to ditch my plans to join TJJ's Open day, then gym instructors nagged me to start my weight loss programme (wish I didn't coz I'm so tired as it took TWO hours to complete on top of my aerokick session), then spent Sunday with my cousins and family whom I'm not seen for ages (it was most disjointed for me, I really felt out of place and just plain BAH coz I'm jobless; a state I'm not proud of), took the Nature's Tea and now I'm purging and cramping every 10 minutes, and then my sis suggested I go work in KFC! I wish I can just wish myself onto another plain and just be.
I wonder how death feels? Would it be calm and ended, or would it be River of Flame and Judgment Day? Bah... senseless thoughts indeed.
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Holy cow! My cousin's an artistic genius!
I've just been made known to my no-longer-little cousin's comic site, and wotta site it is! It is not just the drawing style but the sheer artistry of the plot itself.. Hats off to Tze Ping a.k.a The Jaded. She is on her way to being one of the comic world's youngest and FEMALE mavens, methinks. She is going to go far, in whatever she puts her mind to.
I really enjoyed reading ALL her comics, and her comments at the bottom about her progress is helpful coz it helps me to understand what she's experimenting and her thought process. If you have the time and you're into comics, do have a look-see.
I've just been made known to my no-longer-little cousin's comic site, and wotta site it is! It is not just the drawing style but the sheer artistry of the plot itself.. Hats off to Tze Ping a.k.a The Jaded. She is on her way to being one of the comic world's youngest and FEMALE mavens, methinks. She is going to go far, in whatever she puts her mind to.
I really enjoyed reading ALL her comics, and her comments at the bottom about her progress is helpful coz it helps me to understand what she's experimenting and her thought process. If you have the time and you're into comics, do have a look-see.
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
Living in our own little sphere,
We look but we do not see,
The air around us doth but shimmer
Hiding acts of various devilries.
-- Sharon
Below is the poem that has always kept me in line. It also helped me win a Poem Recital competition a long time ago...
The Cold Within
Six humans trapped by happenstance
In dark and bitter cold
Each one possessed a stick of wood--
Or so the story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs,
But the first one held hers back,
For on the faces around the fire,
She noticed one was black.
The next one looking cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And could not bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.
The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?
The rich man just sat back and thought
Of wealth he had in store,
And how to keep all he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.
The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from sight,
For he saw in his stick of wood
A chance to spite the white.
And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain,
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.
Their logs held tight in death's stilled hands
Was proof of human sins;
They did not die from cold without--
They died from cold within.
-- James Patrick Kinney
We look but we do not see,
The air around us doth but shimmer
Hiding acts of various devilries.
-- Sharon
Below is the poem that has always kept me in line. It also helped me win a Poem Recital competition a long time ago...
The Cold Within
Six humans trapped by happenstance
In dark and bitter cold
Each one possessed a stick of wood--
Or so the story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs,
But the first one held hers back,
For on the faces around the fire,
She noticed one was black.
The next one looking cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And could not bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.
The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch,
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?
The rich man just sat back and thought
Of wealth he had in store,
And how to keep all he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.
The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from sight,
For he saw in his stick of wood
A chance to spite the white.
And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain,
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.
Their logs held tight in death's stilled hands
Was proof of human sins;
They did not die from cold without--
They died from cold within.
-- James Patrick Kinney
Action equals reaction
Yesterday came back from my interview at D&D feeling most put out.. The interview lasted an hour and it started out okay, then leaning on the verge of hostility then settling on a tangent of antagonism. I had to fill out a form five pages deep with questions like Physical and Mental status, vision status, and etc. But I left the siblings section empty. Of course the interviewer noticed and asked, "Why didn't you fill out this part?" quite aggressively whilst thrusting the form in my face! I mean, what the-? I explained that I don't give out details about my family that lightly, after all, this is the FIRST interview. I do not see how details about my family will affect my application. The Interviewer then explained that they use such information when employees applied for leave in relation to their family like sick or dead family members and they will be able to gauge if the employee is telling the truth based on the number of siblings in the initial form; to which I replied I am not yet an employee and I don't see why I can't provide him with all the info he needs IF and WHEN he hires me. I will not make the same mistakes again. Last time I filled that part out, my mom was called up on her hp by some stupid marketing rookie asking her to buy something. Idiots! My family doesn't like it when their details are given out to strangers, and I have to respect that. They think I have no idea about some on their unethical back-alley dealings. Hmmph. If he thinks I'm about to provide him with a free calling list he can take his assumption and stuff it where the sun doesn't shine!
Oh and he wanted a copy of my IC! What the hell? I told him No and he asked why and what did I think he would do with it. I simply replied my copy of IC might be used to buy shares or something. Anything can be forged if bad people have the right 'tools'. To which he replied, I can cross it out, and the reason he wanted the copy is to determine if I'm legit or not. I wanted to flash my IC and my finger at him right there and then. Then the copywriter interjected that the interviewer was only making a point as she could see that I was clearly getting angry.
I don't know if I want to work at this place anymore. It seems nice and the copywriter said she enjoyed working there very much. Maybe the interviewer is testing me. I don't know. Oh well, we'll see two weeks from now then.
Yesterday came back from my interview at D&D feeling most put out.. The interview lasted an hour and it started out okay, then leaning on the verge of hostility then settling on a tangent of antagonism. I had to fill out a form five pages deep with questions like Physical and Mental status, vision status, and etc. But I left the siblings section empty. Of course the interviewer noticed and asked, "Why didn't you fill out this part?" quite aggressively whilst thrusting the form in my face! I mean, what the-? I explained that I don't give out details about my family that lightly, after all, this is the FIRST interview. I do not see how details about my family will affect my application. The Interviewer then explained that they use such information when employees applied for leave in relation to their family like sick or dead family members and they will be able to gauge if the employee is telling the truth based on the number of siblings in the initial form; to which I replied I am not yet an employee and I don't see why I can't provide him with all the info he needs IF and WHEN he hires me. I will not make the same mistakes again. Last time I filled that part out, my mom was called up on her hp by some stupid marketing rookie asking her to buy something. Idiots! My family doesn't like it when their details are given out to strangers, and I have to respect that. They think I have no idea about some on their unethical back-alley dealings. Hmmph. If he thinks I'm about to provide him with a free calling list he can take his assumption and stuff it where the sun doesn't shine!
Oh and he wanted a copy of my IC! What the hell? I told him No and he asked why and what did I think he would do with it. I simply replied my copy of IC might be used to buy shares or something. Anything can be forged if bad people have the right 'tools'. To which he replied, I can cross it out, and the reason he wanted the copy is to determine if I'm legit or not. I wanted to flash my IC and my finger at him right there and then. Then the copywriter interjected that the interviewer was only making a point as she could see that I was clearly getting angry.
I don't know if I want to work at this place anymore. It seems nice and the copywriter said she enjoyed working there very much. Maybe the interviewer is testing me. I don't know. Oh well, we'll see two weeks from now then.