Resumé

I’ve been writing my own resumé for the past several hours, getting most of the input from Yen, without whom I wouldn’t have been able to complete it.

It’s odd… writing a two-page resumé when my working experience is as follow:

Nanyang Online Sdn. Bhd. (December 2003)
Marketing Consultant
Part-time job during end-year holidays; promote sales of electrical appliances, online games’ prepaid cards (Dragon Raja), and help facilitate a recruitment event by performing administrative work.

F1 Sepang (18th - 20th March 2005)
Official Programme Merchandiser
Promote sales of Official Programme magazines at the Malaysian Grand Prix 2005 at the Sepang Circuit.

Ah, the art of writing job titles. I asked Yen what I should write instead of “telemarketer” (it… doesn’t sound very nice, obviously) and she replied Marketing Consultant. HAHA! Nobody would’ve guessed that what I did was phoning people for the entire duration of my job. >_< And certainly writing “book seller” wouldn’t give potential employers a good impression.

I’m applying for the position of “Game Guide Writer” for an upcoming gaming publication set to be released in November in Malaysia and Singapore. The Editor, incidentally, wrote an e-mail to Hidden Street asking for permission to advertise for vacancy in our forum… which leads me to this. :) It will indeed be a dream job come true if I’m accepted -- though I have my reservations, seeing as I have SPM in less than 3 months time, and I’m not even 18 yet.

I initially wanted to rant about Ruby’s utter, complete stupidity in the lowest deserving respect of the organism hierarchy, coupled together with her mindset closer than a virgin’s vagina today (look, the art of cussing someone elegantly), but I think I’ve done that too many times already. Plus my hands are a little worn out from typing too much. Maybe I should.

We voluntarily sacrifice our holiday and sleep to attend extra classes, and we even wear the school T-shirt which should be more than enough. Oh no, Ruby demands SCHOOL freaking TRACKBOTTOM (which, has the ugliest design, and is the most uncomfortable piece of garment in the universe) and school shoes.

As my eyes hurt in the morning, I forgo my contact lenses and glasses (which were sent for a power upgrade) and cycled to school, only to be told halfway by Suet, “Go back! Go back!” before delving into an explanation about Ruby’s pathetic rules. I reluctantly went back, changed my trackbottom but stubbornly wore my sandals, since I can easily tell her my ankle is still bruised (which, still is).

When I cycled back to school, Ryui Bynn told me about Ruby again and he walked back home, and never appeared in our Physics extra class.

This is way beyond stupidity and conservativeness. On a scale of 1-10, 10 being the worst pile of fuckshit I’ve ever known or heard, Ruby scores 11. This is SPM, and all she’s been telling us the entire year is to STUDY STUDY STUDY and participate less in co-curricular activities. Sense the contradictions, anyone?

Suet has a hilarious escapade listed in her blog.

I’ve also done away with my boring ol’ profile out of boredom, so hopefully this would be more interesting.