Friday, March 21, 2008

For some who wondered, I'm now working. Not in an architectural firm, as most expect, nor am I anywhere design related. I merely took on a job that requires... nothing except reliability and a willingness to learn. To put it crudely, I'm in a job I'm over qualified for and thus yielding less income that I should have; that yet provides me with a huge learning curve.

What complicated sounding job is this, you ask? Haha... I'm in SALES *winces* Ask anyone who's known me for some time and you would know I don't welcome this field of work, or in fact, would almost abhor it. Many would ask me then, what am I doing here? I have no wish to answer this and as a matter of fact, I am unsure of it myself.

I digress. What I wanted to was in fact, promote where I'm working so that all people will come and buy what I'm selling. Hah! So, people, I'm currently selling costume jewellery in Mid Valley at a kiosk called Webfactory, last kiosk along the LG link to The Gardens. It's in front of the Laksa Shack and The Chicken Rice Shop.

Location - done. Next - product. The kiosk sells costume jewellery flown in from Korea by my boss. And all cantik-cantik wan (Of course, each to his own). Good quality stuff, so good quality price :P Don't expect 3 for RM10, ok? Erm... we have pendants, brooches, bangles, bracelets and earrings. Datanglah beramai-ramai and belilah berbanyak-banyak.

Ok... marketing stops here before it becomes lame.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

I feel a funny emptiness in myself. Where and why - or who it's for, I'm still trying to tell. It might be just a bad mix of hormones. But it's just dragging me really low, into a deep, black hole.

Or maybe I just felt a yearning to write - to draw - or maybe just to do something with my hands that have lain idle for some time.

What else is there for me to grasp and what else is there for me to give up? My current job, my studies, my coming convocation, my further studies... My brother is going off to Kuching. I feel a ridiculous urge to cry. Unwittingly, tears come unbidden. They almost scared me, as I felt this familiar warmth in my eyes.