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This has been a busy week, what with late night activities and early morning interviews - everything passed by in a blur. And ended with feeling unwell. I've come to realise that going for interviews isn't necessarily a horrifying process (although I've met some interviewers who were so condescending and aggressive I could just punch their faces in); I've also realised that how well I perform at interviews tends to be positively correlated with my connection with the interviewers. If the person looks kindly, is friendly and seems to like me, I'm more likely to relax and open up more. It's a good feeling when the interviewer tells me on the spot that he's putting me through to the next round because he smells something in me (this comment nearly cracked me up!), and that he thinks my CV is impressive! In any case, I'm glad to take a break from this cycle for a while when I take off to Bangkok and gallivant through the streets and go crazy from shopping. Labels: hmm, relationships
When I moved in I adopted two 'kids', and recently we added another baby to our collection - a little kitten we named Bottles! It's really like a menegerie in here, with two humans, two dogs and one kitten cohabiting under the same roof of a room. I love love love the kitten; I can't get enough of cuddling it, touching it, feeding it... I don't know what we did but its tummy has expanded to enormous sizes and it's not doing very well at the moment. Worried. But when punkie gets back we will take it to the vet even though we're both quite broke. We can't let our baby die just like that, can we? >.< I refuse to let it go so easily. You hear me Bottles? I will take care of you!
Hmm. I like animals because they're sensitive to our emotions. The usually cuddles-averse fatty will let my brother and I curl up with it in bed for a while when we're feeling especially upset. And the hyperactive kaiser waiser will sit between my legs and lick my tears away instead of pawing at me to play. Or sit beside me while I sleep on the sofa. Sometimes we just have to give credit where it's due. Animals may be a hell lotta trouble and be the source of our headaches, but there are always some redeeming qualities that makes us draw them close and cuddle them real tight at the end of the day.
On another note, life has been full of ups and downs both for myself and for my friends. But there's something about some of us that simply refuse to give up without a fight, without putting in a lot of tolerance and patience and determination. Rolling over and dying is not an option. Much as I understand that we say horrible things in a fit of anger, I also think that that is not an excuse to be wielded all the time to expect forgiveness. There's only so much we can take. What really matters is our objective, our strength of conviction. When we believe something like "I don't want to break up" and our partners are screaming separation during fights, we tend to be able to overlook that even if hurts, and tell ourselves that everything will be all right once we both calm down. Then we'll talk about not using that as a tool of warfare - it gets old after a while, and beyond that, it's not fighting fair.
Okay, that's enough verbal diarrhoea for a while. Till next time, buhbye!