Mid Sem Break

It's the last mid-sem break; and it is really make it or break it.
It's supposed to be for us to catch a breather, but I don't know why it only serves as a reminder of how much backlog I have to clear and how much more work I have ahead of me.
Sure doesn't look good.
I do know, at least, my schedule for next week is fully packed. I have an interview, a test or an essay due from Mondays to Fridays.

Can one get interview burn-outs? I guess you can. I am a little tired of the rounds of interviews that I have had to go, not because I am not keen on the jobs, but really because they tend to be a full day session each and I always have to rush back to NUS for classes.
It's painful for my pockets. =(

The headache about the kinda jobs to apply for comes because I have very specific interests and goals in my jobs. They include being able to progress, being judged based on my own performances as well as hopefully travelling prospects.
My firm belief still stands that for one to really experience a certain country's culture, one has to work/study or both there. Travelling as a tourist or at best a back-packer will not suffice.

Then again, there are limited job choices for my passions. The headache does not even end here.

The competition is tough, and as fresh graduate reeking of sheer lack of experience, you have to stand out at least in other aspects. Going for several interviews have certainly toughed me up and made me less prone to being shaken, but that just makes my view more pessimistic.

Boy, it's a tough world out there.

It is a brand new stage of life, awaiting all of us. In Dan's words, EMBRACE is the key.

Back to hitting my webcast. I can't believe the mid-sem break is almost over.

What will I be?

This is one of my favourite songs, and one of those that has been resonating in my head for quite some time. 

Que Sera Sera

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me.

Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said.

Que Sera Sera,

Whatever will be, will be.

The future's not ours to see. 

Que Sera Sera, 

What will be, will be.

With the mounting pressure in my head to decide my career prospects, this song keeps me going. 

Not to leave everything to fate and just waiting for options to pop up, I take it that it will iron out.

In due time =)

The Very Dreaded time of the year.

Yup, it's V Day again, 

i.e. the Very Dreaded time of the year of men and women, both alike.

For singles, the over zealousness of couples in the public on this day is a turn-off and too over-the-top.

Women, either get serenaded, bombarded with gifts or are left to wonder about the true meaning of this day.

Attached men (or men in want of women) grunt and complain about how this damned day is overly-commercialised.

To this, I get tired of this grumbling because it is often the prospects of giving gifts to the one you love that daunts them.

I think that as cliched as it sounds, the true value of a gift lies in the sincerity.

You can have a bouquet of flowers from a man, but if you knew he was doing it out of absolute obligation or otherwise, the flowers would mean nothing but a bundle of petals. 

At least for me, the above is true.

A gift is something which comes from the heart, i.e. it takes time to plan and execute.

If a man manages to find time out of his busy schedules to actually plan an outing, with or without gifts, it will be sweet.

Of course, gifts will be nice, but not absolutely necessary.

Gifting your heart away. 

Sometimes, the grunts of men about their partners' expectations of them during V day is totally understandable. 

But being an absolute romantic, I believe that if one has the heart to give something, it can be done.

There is no perfect gift, in my view. 

It can be a little of your time, to spend just a little while walking with your darling on the beach.

It can be a little of your money, to splurge a little on a nice little dinner.

It can be a little effort, to plan a romantic dinner at home, perhaps with your own concocted (even burnt) dinner for her.

It can even be a girl doing the same thing for the guy. Love is about giving and receiving.

Whatever it is, it is about the heart. 

My guess is as much as a girl wants flowers, she would not appreciate it if it was done in a haste or with a lot of grumblings by the guy.

And the part about V Day being over-commercialised, I don't buy that crap.

Afterall, it becomes overdone IF you allow it to be.

I agree it is utterly sweet if a man treats you well, 24 hours, 7 days a week.

But V Day can be a day, a tad more special.

Just you and her, ignoring the world, celebrating the day of amour your own way.

:)

Just my two cents' worth.

Of course, V day is not just about mushy "coupley love", it's about remembering why you were together in the first place, why you all stood together amidst all obstacles, and why this person still means so much to you.

Happy Valentine's Day, my friends. 

J'éspere que cet jour va très bien pour vous. =)