Miss Careline Popular 2012 Graduated!

Got voted Miss Careline Popular 2012 on Feb 3rd 2012 and graduated 8 days later!

2012 is going to be a good year!

Miss Chinese WA 2012: No.2

This year has passed by so goddamn quickly!

So far, I've yet to find a full-time job but have achieved a few things, such as learning how to drive a manual car [no license yet but soon, hopefully!].

AND...

I've entered Miss Chinese WA 2012! It's this Friday and I'm getting all nervous! Partly due to the fact that I have yet to choose and full choreograph my own talent and worrying about tripping over on stage and looking like a complete fool.

Contestants No.12 and No.2! <3

He's Really Not That Into You

Boy, what a quick 3 years it has been.

In this short [or long, depending on how you view it], I've learnt that men are excellent bullshitters. Why can't they be honest for once with their feelings?

I'm not accusing all of male-dom as liars per say. It's just that you say we women are complicated but yet they are the true culprit of making things difficult for us women?

One thing I've surely learnt, is that guys will take sex for granted. Sure, they like you and all, and will get into your pants but they want nothing more from you.

The lamest and most frequent statements [excuse] from the males I

've been interested in says something that goes along the lines like this: "I think you're a great girl and you deserve an honest answer. You deserve someone better, someone who can give you the time and attention you need."

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.

Time huh? We are the ones responsible for making time, whether it be for work, family or friends. Don't come up to me with this gay excuse of having no time. Frankly speaking, I know when a man is interested. He'll make the time to see me, take me out for lunch, and even waking up in the wee hours of the morning to send me to work, even if it is a short distance, if they know I do not drive [not legally anyways]. It's these simple thoughts and actions shown that counts.

Attention? Depending which angle you take it from really and varies from woman to woman and her needs. All I ask these days, are the sweet romantic gestures, to be taken out to a candle-lit dinner, or a rose left on my door-step with a note, woo-ed the traditional romantic way. I don't need a man to spend ridiculous copious amount of time with me. I've been there, done that and regardless of how stereotypical this sounds, it's not healthy. After a while, even I will get bored of you. Staring at each other without words to say, isn't exactly exciting. It's just mind-numbingly boring.

Seriously, if you men don't like a girl enough, why bother fucking her? Just cause it's sex? Don't feign ignorance but you all know that deep down, somehow, sex is mostly related to feelings, unless it was one of those drunken-bouts where you two were inconceivably drunk.

Last word of advice, if any male so happens to stumble across this blog, please come up with something more original than this lame "time and attention" bullshit.

Even stating, "Look, I had a good time with you but please, move on. I'm not ready to be committed and am not willing to give you the romantic gestures you desire so. I'm sorry.", is more believable in comparison to the garbage you dish out.

Chapter 21: Graduating & Careerless

For the past few weeks, I have been sitting in front of the laptop's screen, staring blankly and scrolling through various job offers in Journalism 'til the wee hours of the morning.

Nada.

Advertisers on the national job seeking engine vomits out ads, screaming for media professionals with a minimum requirement of 2 years experience tucked firmly under their belt.

Great.

I've just completed my degree with zero experience in my field.

"Fine, I'll just look for internships", [work-for-free-for-bloody-experiences'-sake]

A few moments later, I'm slouched in my bed, relatively exasperated.

"You've got to be joking."

"The West Australian has a journalism cadetship program. Three to six cadet journalists are usually accepted each year."

Thinking about it logically, this is relatively ridiculous. The average number of journalism students that graduate per year from just one university alone is, I say, a rough figure of 100 students. Multiply that by 4 universities and you can do this simple maths.

So, what are the left-overs going to do if we aren't given the supple opportunity of experience?

Further education [probably a change in the choice of study or taking on Masters/PhD in something else], or most likely ending up like me: maintaining a low-paying job in order to survive.

Personally speaking, I feel that this scenario is only applicable to Western Australia. Other major cities have the need and demand for fresh graduates. Who doesn't want fresh meat to slave around? Other metropolitan areas in Australia such as Melbourne and Sydney has bucket-loads of jobs for fresh graduates [it has boiled down to the point where the option of moving interstate just for the sake of getting a professional experience is very tempting. However, it's going to burn an enormous hole in my pocket. Wait, what pocket?]. This is a sad reality, especially for a young, socio-economically growing [not to mention, isolated] city, where so many young talents are left to rot and to pursue other careers just cause they weren't given the opportunity.

Not to mention, it is a huge waste of money especially for international students undertaking this degree. Sure, ultimately it is a degree but to pay an average of $60,000AUD for a 3-year degree and not having the opportunity to stay due to the lack of jobs? It sure isn't worth it at all.

It's 1.15am.

Zilch.

Well, guess the only thing I'm looking forward to in this new year is the fact that I'm actually graduating.

Hoorah!

$60,000AUD + expenses = A useless piece of pretty paper stating I have completely wasted my time and money on a degree that got me, wait, no where.

Was It A Dream?

Was it a dream?

Is this only evidence that proves it?

A photograph of you and I?

A photograph of you and I... in Love...

Speechless

In dedication to my grandfather's death, I will take the vow to be "speechless". Figuratively speaking, I will withhold my tongue from speaking too much.

"I'll never love again, oh boy, you've left me speechless. So speechless" - Lady Gaga

Lai Choo Peng

To my dearest grandfather,

There were so many things I wanted to say to you. There were so many things I wanted to do with you before you passed on. I prayed to God that He'd give me enough time to spend with you, but I guess it was better this way. You passed on with no pain, no suffering and I'm happy that He has set you free. I am just regretting that I've come too late.

I will always remember the last time when you danced to Lady Gaga and gave me the chance to drink with you and had fun with you the last time I spent with you.

I will always love you and you will always be the man in my heart.

xx

Your grandaughter