Little-Wonder.Net - Personal domain and blog of Brenda Tan

Pardon for the lack of updates. Apparently, the workload has decided to suddenly pile up drastically during the past couple of days leaving me with little no time to eat, pee or sleep, let alone blog.

But that matters most is that I’m back here again for the time being, because yours truly is itching with verbal diahorrea, keen to pour out everything that has happened within the past two days where I’ve been MIA.

Number 1
Back on drugs.

To make it short, simple and sweet - Operation Anti-Antihistamines has failed. I only managed to last a maximum of three days without antihistamines when the hives decided to make a comeback.

Friends encouraged me endlessly in my quest to wean myself off my prescribed medication, in the form of verbal encouragement, the hugs, as well as the anti-itch cream that a fellow walking allergic time bomb, Liz generously provided.

Thanks muchos to you girls, although you’d probably wouldn’t be happy that I was left with no choice but to pop an antihistamine pill last night when the hives went totally out of control.

Because I’m back on the prescribed medication I am once again, feeling like a junkie. It’s been proven - I really need the antihistamines just to live normally. (When I use the word ‘normally’ in this context, I mean living a life without having to scratch and claw at my skin ever so often either due to the itching.)

Mum wasn’t too happy to hear about this either and she’s proposed sending me to another specialist, the third one in a less than a year. This time, I ain’t complaining - anything to get off those medications for good!

Number 2
The sudden internship interview that yours truly was caught unprepared.

Much thank to Krit and M who relentlessly guided me on what to do, what to say and what to wear. Honestly speaking, I was really off my guard when that email came in, to an extent that I was literally hyperventilating.

Thank goodness, I managed to get myself together by the time night fell the night before my very first internship interview. (So far, only one of the four companies I’ve signed up with actually offered me an interview. Gah. Is my resume thaaaaaaat bad?)

All in all, the interview was so-so. I wouldn’t say I excelled in my responses - in fact some of my responses fell short of my own expectations and what I know I am capable of but still, it is a little too late for regrets. At least I knew that I was calm and composed, enough for me to think with a clear mind.

It was what happened after the interview which made me want to knock my head against the wall.

The person who interviewed me wasn’t the same person as the individual who had emailed me - one was the administrator while the interviewer was the assistant. I had met the administrator first before she directed me to another room for the interview with the assistant.

Upon completion of the interview, the interviewer offered to show me to the door. Somehow, I’ve had quite a few files and little knick-knacks in my hand at the moment and since it was bad manners to leave the interviewer waiting while I packed up, I simply grabbed my belongings and scooted, not before bidding the interviewer a quick and polite good’bye.

I stood in the middle of the lift lobby, wondering if I should sort myself out there and then, but abandoned the idea because the reception desk of the company was in full view and I risked looking like an idiot. (I had a tote bag, a laptop bag, two files and a pen in my hands and so it was quite a puzzle packing my belongings in the middle of nowhere.)

So, I decided to take a lift to the ground floor before sorting myself out. Bad choice.

Little did I expect to bump into the administrator as soon as the lift opened on the ground floor. Immediately, I stuck my hand out to shake hers, thanking her for the opportunity to meet - and everything in my hands fell onto the ground. Laptop bag, both files and my pen. Cling clang, clitter clatter.

Nice going Brenda, nice going. You meet the person who is responsible for your very first internship cum job interview, the one who is possibly making the decision whether to hire you or not, and you drop everything in front of her. Very nice going.

I gathered all my belongings off the floor, gave her an embarassed grin and rushed to the bathroom where I hid for a good ten minutes or so to regain my composure.

Now, I seriously don’t know whether what just happened had blew the whole thing for me.

Number Three
The malfunctioning handphone…

… after I accidentally dropped it from a height of less than 0.5 metres, with a shock-proof cover on.

Now, the screen is completely shot, making me wonder about the quality of Nokia’s products. Perhaps from a height of two metres with the shock proof cover, I can still understand. But seriously?!? 0.5 metres?!?

Somehow, phones become extremely vulnerable when dropped especially if they have numerous functions. Unfortunately, 99.9999% of the phones in the market now have 37289794781748210 functions and so I have no choice but to get my present one (which itself already has 727348972 functions).

There is really no point having so many functions when it is all gone at a simple drop of the phone (which I can assure you, happens darn often).

They don’t make phones like they used to.

My previous Nokia 3100 survived a huge tumble down an entire flight of stairs, bouncing off each step, and fell off my cupboard like a gazillion times and yet still worked perfectly. This present one falls off a very short distance with protection and it’s a goner.

For the time being, I am temporarily utilizing my mum’s PINK handphone.