Si et seulement si...

According to a test that I did in a magazine (like the ones you people always do in magazines like Women's Weekly, Vogue, or whatever, except that the one that I did was in a magazine on postgraduate programmes), I should go to an Ecole after all. Well if it says that I should, than maybe I would. These things have got to be true, they're published in magazines!

Anyway since last week, I became insomniac. I just couldn't sleep. Maybe I was thinking too much, maybe I was stressed with the exams, or maybe I had too much coffee. So I thought, I might as well make the best of it. So instead of sleeping at 2330 hours, I would stay awake until around 0130 hours to study for the exams. The timing couldn't be any more perfect. But I knew it was too good to be true. Starting from last Monday, I began to feel sleepy as soon as 2000 hours. But I restrained myself from having a cup of coffee to stay awake. Instead I would take 2 capsules of miraculous Virgin Coconut Oil which gave me enough energy to revise until 2330 hours. So now, I'm not having much trouble falling asleep. Unfortunately, the same thing can not be said with waking up. Not only my body has decided to catch up with all those sleeping hours that was lost last week, the morning temperature has dropped to around -1°C, which is the ideal temperature to stay under those warm covers. I can't wait for the holidays. The first thing I'll do Saturday is to sleep all day long.

I guess I should stop showing the answer letters for my internship applications since I've been getting a lot lately. 8 to be exact. So far, I've sent around 50 applications all over France including places I have never thought I would even think about like Blois and Annecy (Luk, Irfan jangan marah nanti lekas tua). Of course, those 8 letters rejected my application. I've even received a phone call from Deloitte to inform me that they've rejected me (How nice of them). Trust me I'm used to being rejected if you know what I mean. Hahaha. Seriously, I'm getting used to it by now. Unlike when the first two letters arrived when I'd feel depressed, nowadays, getting a rejecting letter is like digging your nose when no one else is looking ;who cares? At least I've got 2 ambiguous emails. One was from Unilever, which said, "We're interested in your CV, we will try our best to find a place for you". Either they're really trying their best or it's just an euphamism to say "Tough luck kiddo". The other was from Thales Malaysia that said "Well, we've received you résumé, but it's in French, would you mind sending us an English one?". I don't know why but that email made me laugh. I guess I'll just have to write up a new CV, this time in English this week end.


"Hey, if you're still looking for love and you're still looking for the right place to find it, maybe we'll bump into each other"