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Tuesday, February 03, 2015
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Things to do:
1. Blog; this and for e-commerce.
2. Write a 4-page long report on how you failed in communicating with Finns and how you survived it, by March 8th.
3. READ WINE BOOK!!! Re-exam on March 1st.
4. Really plan for the possibility of exchange studies next spring and the possibilities of completing both work placements in the third country *fingers cross* :
6. Read marketing book.
7. Catch up on French. (oh why did I pick up such an arrogant language?)
Which all means work, work, and more work. Now I'm starting to think if I shouldn't have bought the ticket to fly back home. I did not plan well and thoroughly. But well, it was probably for the best for myself. I do need a break. But that means I would have to work extra hard before and after the trip. Hopefully, my boss would still want me and find me useful. And then, I still have to think where I can put myself in this industry and that may mean I have to work elsewhere pretty much now? I really don't wanna end up like a lost lamb by the time I graduate. But man, this stuff is really stressing me out, making me nauseous and all.
2. Write a 4-page long report on how you failed in communicating with Finns and how you survived it, by March 8th.
3. READ WINE BOOK!!! Re-exam on March 1st.
4. Really plan for the possibility of exchange studies next spring and the possibilities of completing both work placements in the third country *fingers cross* :
- Residence permit costs and regulations
- Insurance
- Accommodation
- Travel/living
- Renewal of Finnish residence permit
- Renewal of Finnish insurance
- Finances
6. Read marketing book.
7. Catch up on French. (oh why did I pick up such an arrogant language?)
Which all means work, work, and more work. Now I'm starting to think if I shouldn't have bought the ticket to fly back home. I did not plan well and thoroughly. But well, it was probably for the best for myself. I do need a break. But that means I would have to work extra hard before and after the trip. Hopefully, my boss would still want me and find me useful. And then, I still have to think where I can put myself in this industry and that may mean I have to work elsewhere pretty much now? I really don't wanna end up like a lost lamb by the time I graduate. But man, this stuff is really stressing me out, making me nauseous and all.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Been too busy
I've neglected this blog...and the other blogs too.
But here's a summary of what I've been up to over the past few months; since summer started and is now over =(
Started 'working'... thanks to a couple of Malaysian friends I have here. Still with them, currently.
Moved out of the suburb and into the city. Felt somewhat liberated but worried at the same time. But it turned out well...in the beginning.
Started school.
And having fun while I'm at it.
Started dating again.
*fingers crossed* I'm happy at this point =)
Got a new phone (finally!). Thanks to Angeline, the sweetheart, with her help, I manage to open a line with the local phone company. Sometimes, I think Finland has got too much legislations. *shrugs* So I'm finally on Whatsapp (who's on Whatsapp??!!), finally able to tweet and FB update on my phone, finally able to take photos and actually use them (I've had camera phones but the cameras were next to being useless), finally able to do a lot more. Finally, a touch screen smartphone =D
Two months into school, work's piling up. The first few weeks were orientations + parties. People here know how to be serious and have fun at the same time.
Work at the part-time workplace piled up too. And those were shitty days.
And then there's the housemate situation. Not a very nice thing to be added into my calendar and mind at the moment. I really do not need additional stress.
I had a test today. It was supposed to be an easy test. The questions are random, I was aware of that. So the difficulty of the paper depended on my luck. And I had questions of a topic I deliberately skipped just cos I thought they would not be too technical. I almost failed, though I passed. But I'm still very disappointed at it. It feels like the day I failed my first Physics test in Form 4, all over again.
My Sunday was ruined, because of a certain someone. It ruined my appetite and my mood for the rest of the day. Sadly, I still encoutered the same effect today, when my classmate mentioned about her. I was happily having my big and awesome chicken thigh lunch when my classmate asked 'so what are you going to do about her'. At the thought of her, I felt a churn in stomach and I lost my appetite for my chicken =( I hate it when it happens. I freaking love food ok. Don't ruin it for me.
Tomorrow's wine tasting class is cancelled (yes, I have wine tasting classes for free :P ) and there's no replacement. So yay, free morning. But I have an assignment due tomorrow afternoon for another class, and then the Grand Dinner on Wednesday. My class of 30 will prepare a 4-course dinner. My group's in-charge of the first starter and it'll be awesome. Just you wait =)
Tomorrow's wine tasting class is cancelled (yes, I have wine tasting classes for free :P ) and there's no replacement. So yay, free morning. But I have an assignment due tomorrow afternoon for another class, and then the Grand Dinner on Wednesday. My class of 30 will prepare a 4-course dinner. My group's in-charge of the first starter and it'll be awesome. Just you wait =)Sunday, September 18, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
363: A little experiment
Once, a friend told me to 'do one thing that scares you every day'. I tried to remember that but I always get chicken shit scared of doing some things anyway, if not get all nervous and talk about it all the time and then blowing away the chance of actually getting something out of it. But never mind that, now.
I did something out of the ordinary yesterday. I wouldn't say it's something entirely scary, but still, not something I would do at all.
I created a profile on an online dating website.
Before you think I'm all desperate for a man, I am not. I am simply curious how an online dating website works, what kind of people you get in there, and partly also because I've been watching (a reality TV show) and reading on successful career-driven women (and men) turning to such sites once in a while, to either look for potential partners or short flings.
Still, I was kinda scared - scared that I'll get unwanted attention. So I first created a fake profile, with the first name that comes into my mind as a username, and did not upload any photo - cos I just wanted to 'browse through' :P Naturally, I did not get any messages and had only 1 or 2 visitors.
Two nights later, while reading more of Catherine Townsend's articles, I somehow got inspired to just do it. So I did. This time, I carefully picked out a username that wouldn't reveal my real name and doesn't sound desperate, picked out the right keywords and wrote a little something about myself, and uploaded a photo - just to see who and how many messages I would get =D
So I put up my new photo of fake pouty lips and eyes that looked elsewhere.
I set all this up before I went to bed close to 3am. I woke up the next morning at 10am, I had 7 new 'lovemails' waiting for me to open. In the next 2 hours, I had 4 more new mails. And after that, they just kept coming in 3s and 4s. I was so excited about it and the messages I got were hilarious, so I shared this with one of my best friends who lives in London at the moment and had a good laugh about it.
Most of the men who wrote to me lives in Sweden and wrote to me in Swedish. Some in Norwegian and Danish but mostly Swedish. Scandinavian languages are somewhat unique. So unique that when you use Google Translate on them, the English translation becomes ridiculous and makes no sense.
For example:
'Are you a girl/woman who is mobile?' whaaaat?
And the funnies:
'Cute. How email it? See you tomorrow in Gothenburg?'
'would you keep up to Copenhagen today?'
My profile clearly says I live in Helsinki, dudes.
'Move right to norrköping .- let me know if you want to be seen' No, I don't want to be seen lol.
And then the cheesies:
'Do you know a good, nice guy like me and maybe get together and see what it leads to.' Really??
'Hello! How sad to see that the mail basket huh even when logged in ida But know one thing! YOU are out there and waiting just for me!' Uh, I don't think so...
One friend decided to tweak my profile by adding the lines 'Please send me messages in English. Swedish is a great language but it's not one that I master.' It did not work.
The youngest who wrote to me was 19 and the oldest 47. Average age was 30. Most of them were not exactly very attractive but there were a handful of them who could be eye candies. Some have kids, some were clearly looking for hook ups (most of them are anyway), some looked miserable, and there's even one guy who clearly wrote in his profile 'looking for a mistress'. He sent me a virtual flower. ...
Unfortunately, this was a site that's sustained by a membership fee and I had only 24 hours of free trial. I couldn't reply anyone even if I had wanted to. By 7pm, I decided to update my profile a little bit to see if I would get more responses, since I did not know what was going to happen to my profile after 24hours (no, it did not say in the website). So, I uploaded another photo. This time, an old and infamous photo of mine I've used frequently, on Facebook and sending out for casting opportunities.
In the next 3 hours, I got another 11 new 'lovemails'. Yea, they call it lovemails. And then again, they kept coming in 3s and 4s and 7s. By the end of the 24 hours, I've had a total of 49 visitors and 55 mails, 6 of which are from the same people. So that makes up to 49 new mails. Not bad. I got more than what I would've expected.
It was good laugh for a while. And then I got sick by just looking at it.
It's truly a cheese fest and a perv nation.
I did something out of the ordinary yesterday. I wouldn't say it's something entirely scary, but still, not something I would do at all.
I created a profile on an online dating website.
Before you think I'm all desperate for a man, I am not. I am simply curious how an online dating website works, what kind of people you get in there, and partly also because I've been watching (a reality TV show) and reading on successful career-driven women (and men) turning to such sites once in a while, to either look for potential partners or short flings.
Still, I was kinda scared - scared that I'll get unwanted attention. So I first created a fake profile, with the first name that comes into my mind as a username, and did not upload any photo - cos I just wanted to 'browse through' :P Naturally, I did not get any messages and had only 1 or 2 visitors.
Two nights later, while reading more of Catherine Townsend's articles, I somehow got inspired to just do it. So I did. This time, I carefully picked out a username that wouldn't reveal my real name and doesn't sound desperate, picked out the right keywords and wrote a little something about myself, and uploaded a photo - just to see who and how many messages I would get =D
So I put up my new photo of fake pouty lips and eyes that looked elsewhere.
I set all this up before I went to bed close to 3am. I woke up the next morning at 10am, I had 7 new 'lovemails' waiting for me to open. In the next 2 hours, I had 4 more new mails. And after that, they just kept coming in 3s and 4s. I was so excited about it and the messages I got were hilarious, so I shared this with one of my best friends who lives in London at the moment and had a good laugh about it.Most of the men who wrote to me lives in Sweden and wrote to me in Swedish. Some in Norwegian and Danish but mostly Swedish. Scandinavian languages are somewhat unique. So unique that when you use Google Translate on them, the English translation becomes ridiculous and makes no sense.
For example:
'Are you a girl/woman who is mobile?' whaaaat?
And the funnies:
'Cute. How email it? See you tomorrow in Gothenburg?'
'would you keep up to Copenhagen today?'
My profile clearly says I live in Helsinki, dudes.
'Move right to norrköping .- let me know if you want to be seen' No, I don't want to be seen lol.
And then the cheesies:
'Do you know a good, nice guy like me and maybe get together and see what it leads to.' Really??
'Hello! How sad to see that the mail basket huh even when logged in ida But know one thing! YOU are out there and waiting just for me!' Uh, I don't think so...
One friend decided to tweak my profile by adding the lines 'Please send me messages in English. Swedish is a great language but it's not one that I master.' It did not work.
The youngest who wrote to me was 19 and the oldest 47. Average age was 30. Most of them were not exactly very attractive but there were a handful of them who could be eye candies. Some have kids, some were clearly looking for hook ups (most of them are anyway), some looked miserable, and there's even one guy who clearly wrote in his profile 'looking for a mistress'. He sent me a virtual flower. ...Unfortunately, this was a site that's sustained by a membership fee and I had only 24 hours of free trial. I couldn't reply anyone even if I had wanted to. By 7pm, I decided to update my profile a little bit to see if I would get more responses, since I did not know what was going to happen to my profile after 24hours (no, it did not say in the website). So, I uploaded another photo. This time, an old and infamous photo of mine I've used frequently, on Facebook and sending out for casting opportunities.
In the next 3 hours, I got another 11 new 'lovemails'. Yea, they call it lovemails. And then again, they kept coming in 3s and 4s and 7s. By the end of the 24 hours, I've had a total of 49 visitors and 55 mails, 6 of which are from the same people. So that makes up to 49 new mails. Not bad. I got more than what I would've expected.
It was good laugh for a while. And then I got sick by just looking at it.It's truly a cheese fest and a perv nation.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
11 days to one year
I'm in this phase of my life where I'm pretty bendable, in the sense that I can easily adapt to new situations and perceptions by accepting or following the current. Which, is good and bad at the same time, maybe. Being open minded is one thing. Being open minded and losing yourself in the end, is another. It's scary to think when you have a teenage child. It's even scary being myself now.
I like rom-coms, does not mean I don't enjoy other types of movies, and does not mean I don't live in the real world at all.
The problem is, I was suffocating.
I like rom-coms, does not mean I don't enjoy other types of movies, and does not mean I don't live in the real world at all.
The problem is, I was suffocating.
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