“Man, I need to do something about my blog. It’s positively fermenting up there in cyber space.”
Do something =
a) Update it
b) Delete it
c) Add some cute but totally unnecessary widgets
Updating it…well, I’ve been more and more reluctant to do that. I’m not going to fall back on the so-overused excuse of ‘oh, I busy la’ (GOD I HATE THAT EXCUSE. PATENTED BY SODDY GROUPMATES WHO WON’T COMPLETE THEIR PARTS OF THE ASSIGNMENT ON TIME <-- although when you think about it, that used to be me *moment of self-reflection*).
So, my excuse this time? I have other things that require my unwavering focus. I’m gradually (okay, a bit too gradually for my taste) crawling to my nigh-impossible goal of First Class, and have two semesters remaining to focus on it. Honestly, dragging my CGPA up is like dragging a couple of rhinoceroses up over the edge of a cliff using tali rafia. As in, goshdarnit, it’s tough, it’s awfully slow, it’s downright painful, I most probably won’t make it, but… the chance is still there.
"Uh... keep dreaming, hon"
Another important thing that’s screaming for a bit of attention is my internship – or practicum, as my department calls it, though ever since my friend Hussain pointed out the what the final three letters of that word *ahem* connote, I now prefer to use the more, err, “U Rated” term ‘internship '– which will begin in April. I’ve applied for three companies, which I shall not mention here in case of saboteurs (sorry, bouts of paranoia have a tendency to surge through me – manifested by a twitching right eye and a pain in my left toe – ever since my internship adviser gleefully told me stories of back-stabbing and treachery that went on with the previous batch).
The fact that the passport photo I used for my resume is seriously, stupendously ugly is not going to help me at all. I had it done at the shop in front of my house, and man was I CHEATED. I forked over RM18, expecting my money's worth (come on, it was a legitimate shop in Taman Tun, carrying quite the brand name in cameras – but then again, the Double A photocopy shop in UIA doesn’t live up to its name, either. Is it a nationwide conspiracy???), only to have the shop assistant bring me to a very dark room (it literally had no windows and no lights on). I assumed this was the changing room or something, (I used to find these rooms really handy back in my jahiliah days when I’d pop a tudung on for the photo, then take it right back off once the shoot was done. Really nifty.) so I adjusted my tudung a bit in the mirror and waited.
The shop assistant told me to sit on the chair, smile and, before I’d actually comprehended what was going on, she then took a photo of me using a cheap, point-and-shoot camera.
In a dark room. With the flash on.
You can imagine the results.
Despite having powdered my face beforehand to avoid the dreaded Oil-lay Effect, I looked less like a Silky Girl and more like a human frying pan. Thanks to the naturally unflattering qualities of the flash, grease that had previously been naked to the human eye had emerged on my face in the photo in slathering quantities, practically demanding to be used to fry a fresh batch of goreng pisang.
On the bright side, thanks to my brilliant Paint skills (Haha!), when I got home I was able to edit the oil on my cheeks a bit, trim my tudung around the neck, and, err, censor a bit of aurah that was accidentally showing.
But the edits are only for the soft copy version, which had cost me an extra RM3. Unfortunately, the eight passport photos are pretty much a waste of money.
Hmmm, so that's it from me for now. Shall I update again soon? I honestly don't know. I guess it depends on whether people actually still read my blog! See you!
The fact that the passport photo I used for my resume is seriously, stupendously ugly is not going to help me at all. I had it done at the shop in front of my house, and man was I CHEATED. I forked over RM18, expecting my money's worth (come on, it was a legitimate shop in Taman Tun, carrying quite the brand name in cameras – but then again, the Double A photocopy shop in UIA doesn’t live up to its name, either. Is it a nationwide conspiracy???), only to have the shop assistant bring me to a very dark room (it literally had no windows and no lights on). I assumed this was the changing room or something, (I used to find these rooms really handy back in my jahiliah days when I’d pop a tudung on for the photo, then take it right back off once the shoot was done. Really nifty.) so I adjusted my tudung a bit in the mirror and waited.
The shop assistant told me to sit on the chair, smile and, before I’d actually comprehended what was going on, she then took a photo of me using a cheap, point-and-shoot camera.
In a dark room. With the flash on.
You can imagine the results.
Despite having powdered my face beforehand to avoid the dreaded Oil-lay Effect, I looked less like a Silky Girl and more like a human frying pan. Thanks to the naturally unflattering qualities of the flash, grease that had previously been naked to the human eye had emerged on my face in the photo in slathering quantities, practically demanding to be used to fry a fresh batch of goreng pisang.
On the bright side, thanks to my brilliant Paint skills (Haha!), when I got home I was able to edit the oil on my cheeks a bit, trim my tudung around the neck, and, err, censor a bit of aurah that was accidentally showing.
But the edits are only for the soft copy version, which had cost me an extra RM3. Unfortunately, the eight passport photos are pretty much a waste of money.
The edited version, courtesy of my mad Paint skillz
Hmmm, so that's it from me for now. Shall I update again soon? I honestly don't know. I guess it depends on whether people actually still read my blog! See you!
