Showing posts with label Wonderwall. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wonderwall. Show all posts
Sunday, 9 June 2013
Surprise Song Sunday: Wonderwall - Oasis
Reposted for the nth time. Because #1 on the Triple J Hottest 100 ever in the history of music. Or something. And because today feels like a Wonderwally kind of day.
Word of the Day: Wonderwall
Sunday, 13 May 2012
Surprise Song Sunday: Wonderwall - Oasis
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how.
I listen to this song before exams, and it works out okay for me in the vast majority of cases. By extension, it should work for Arsenal tonight. Here's to three points, and third place, and a good end to a season that, at the start, looked like it would finish so, so much worse.
I read something today that put things in perspective. It went something along the lines of "Four weeks into the season, we'd have been over the moon if someone had told us we'd be in the situation we are now at the end of the season". I agree.
But I'm still nervous.
Word of the Day: Nervous
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Battle Studies
And here we are, on the eve of my first battle...I mean, exam. Upon reflection, it's not as bad as I thought it was.
Ah, who am I kidding. It's terrible. Exam tomorrow afternoon, and clash exams on Friday. If somebody's got it worse, please give me a shout. I don't think it's possible to get a worse exam timetable, not to mention the assessments that I did on Monday as well. So don't even bother trying to best me.
Hopefully I'll see you at the other end intact and still sane.
Here is my battle song. In explanation, it's the song I listen to before any examy-type thing. Hopefully it works it's charm a few more times.
Word of the Day: Wonderwall
Ah, who am I kidding. It's terrible. Exam tomorrow afternoon, and clash exams on Friday. If somebody's got it worse, please give me a shout. I don't think it's possible to get a worse exam timetable, not to mention the assessments that I did on Monday as well. So don't even bother trying to best me.
Hopefully I'll see you at the other end intact and still sane.
Here is my battle song. In explanation, it's the song I listen to before any examy-type thing. Hopefully it works it's charm a few more times.
"Cos maybe,
you're gonna be the one that saves me"
"You're my wonderwall"
Word of the Day: Wonderwall
Friday, 26 March 2010
KPMGizzle
So yeah, I had Summer Vacation job interviews at KPMG today. Very enlightening experience. Surprisingly, turned out to be one of the best days I've had in a long, long time.
The day did not get off to a fantastic start, actually. Got up an hour later than I would've liked. I wanted to get up at 6, ended up getting up at 7, which was a miracle in itself, because I somehow innately realised that I was late. So I hurriedly got suited up, and dashed to the train station. In my car. If you can dash in a car.
On the train, I listened to Wonderwall, as is customary where I come from. Well, not really. But I like to think it is, and that it's not just some weird superstitious ritual that I go through before doing anything of even the most mild importance. But somehow, I doubt that people in Footscray listen to Wonderwall on their iPods before job interviews and exams.
This next part is just what happened at KPMG. You can skip it. Where you can start reading from again will be bolded too. It's fairly tedious, but I thought that I'd include it anyway.
Got there without too much fuss. Hung around and made awkward conversation with other candidates. The building was very nice. After that, went upstairs, chilled with employees of KPMG. There were drinks, which I didn't drink. In hindsight, this turned out to be a wise decision, due to what was to follow.
So first up, 45 minute presentation about themselves. After that, had an interview with a manager. It could've done better, and talked about more, but that's always the case. After that, break. Nothing to do, so drank a Coke Zero.
After that, another interview. This one was a bit more critical, but I think I went alright. I hope. After that, another break, another drink. This time a San Pelligrino.
After the drink, off I went to the written exercise. This was the one I was most disappointed with. I'm usually good at writing stuff. And I feel that the time given to me was ample. I just spent a bit too much time thinking every little thing through. Oh well. It was supposed to be fairly hard, and not very many people finished.
After that, another break, another drink. I think I had a Coke proper this time. Wandered over to yet another ability test. This was actually a fair bit easier than the online one. Just like the first interview, I finished way earlier than everyone else, which makes me worry that I missed something. Then we had a mini-lunch. It was a mini-lunch because I made it so. Didn't seem proper to eat a lot in those circumstances. And I drank another Coke.
You can start reading from now.
As soon as the opportunity arose, I scrammed from the building. Right on cue, Linda dawgz messages me for lunchez. Man, was I glad to get that message. I so needed a pick-me-up after that gig with quite a few obnoxious and in-your-face people. So, like the cool cat I am, I waited for her under the clock at MC. For about fifteen minutes. Couldn't contact her because she was shopping in the underground, and because her reception with Virgin is so awesome, she couldn't receive my calls. So I went to the toilet. I actually went to the toilet five times more than I usually do in a day today, mostly owing to the drinks that I had. If you think that's too much detail, too bad. Deal with it. Don't read it.
After I finally found her (she's a really hard person to find, and an even harder person to sneak up on. Amazing peripheral vision), we went to Vic Market for lunchez. I was amazed that she could talk, as she had just had her wisdom teeth removed. Amazing. Got lost on the way there, which seems to be a habit of ours. No wonder we got lost in Sydney. We can't even find our way around Melbourne. So we got to Vic Market eventually, and had barak (barack? barac? mince in pastry? arabic? dunno) and yet another drink. Went to a few stores, including a pet store (?). Kipped on home after that. Was a great, great afternoon. Laughed a lot more than I have in a while. I've had many good conversation days this week, this one inclusive.
After I got home, went straight to Knox with family. That was great. Had a Macca's dinner, and yet another drink. Also, we bought a new camera which actually takes photos with very minimal lag time. Amazing.
A big shout out to Imesha and Davy for messaging me before and after the gig. Good effort waking up that early, and an even greater effort to remember me. And thanks goes out to all my other friends who wished me luck. James Cheng, Orrin, Banh, Yvonne, Meng. If I've left out anybody, my excuse is that I only remember people that have said it within the last two days. If I have left you out even then, sincere apologies. Anyway, thanks guys. I probably place too much emphasis on people wishing me luck, but to me, it means a lot. It shows that people care.
Wonderwall may or may not have gotten me the job. But it did give me quite an unexpectedly fantastic day. I'm going to have another drink now.
Word of the Day: Drink
The day did not get off to a fantastic start, actually. Got up an hour later than I would've liked. I wanted to get up at 6, ended up getting up at 7, which was a miracle in itself, because I somehow innately realised that I was late. So I hurriedly got suited up, and dashed to the train station. In my car. If you can dash in a car.
On the train, I listened to Wonderwall, as is customary where I come from. Well, not really. But I like to think it is, and that it's not just some weird superstitious ritual that I go through before doing anything of even the most mild importance. But somehow, I doubt that people in Footscray listen to Wonderwall on their iPods before job interviews and exams.
This next part is just what happened at KPMG. You can skip it. Where you can start reading from again will be bolded too. It's fairly tedious, but I thought that I'd include it anyway.
Got there without too much fuss. Hung around and made awkward conversation with other candidates. The building was very nice. After that, went upstairs, chilled with employees of KPMG. There were drinks, which I didn't drink. In hindsight, this turned out to be a wise decision, due to what was to follow.
So first up, 45 minute presentation about themselves. After that, had an interview with a manager. It could've done better, and talked about more, but that's always the case. After that, break. Nothing to do, so drank a Coke Zero.
After that, another interview. This one was a bit more critical, but I think I went alright. I hope. After that, another break, another drink. This time a San Pelligrino.
After the drink, off I went to the written exercise. This was the one I was most disappointed with. I'm usually good at writing stuff. And I feel that the time given to me was ample. I just spent a bit too much time thinking every little thing through. Oh well. It was supposed to be fairly hard, and not very many people finished.
After that, another break, another drink. I think I had a Coke proper this time. Wandered over to yet another ability test. This was actually a fair bit easier than the online one. Just like the first interview, I finished way earlier than everyone else, which makes me worry that I missed something. Then we had a mini-lunch. It was a mini-lunch because I made it so. Didn't seem proper to eat a lot in those circumstances. And I drank another Coke.
You can start reading from now.
As soon as the opportunity arose, I scrammed from the building. Right on cue, Linda dawgz messages me for lunchez. Man, was I glad to get that message. I so needed a pick-me-up after that gig with quite a few obnoxious and in-your-face people. So, like the cool cat I am, I waited for her under the clock at MC. For about fifteen minutes. Couldn't contact her because she was shopping in the underground, and because her reception with Virgin is so awesome, she couldn't receive my calls. So I went to the toilet. I actually went to the toilet five times more than I usually do in a day today, mostly owing to the drinks that I had. If you think that's too much detail, too bad. Deal with it. Don't read it.
After I finally found her (she's a really hard person to find, and an even harder person to sneak up on. Amazing peripheral vision), we went to Vic Market for lunchez. I was amazed that she could talk, as she had just had her wisdom teeth removed. Amazing. Got lost on the way there, which seems to be a habit of ours. No wonder we got lost in Sydney. We can't even find our way around Melbourne. So we got to Vic Market eventually, and had barak (barack? barac? mince in pastry? arabic? dunno) and yet another drink. Went to a few stores, including a pet store (?). Kipped on home after that. Was a great, great afternoon. Laughed a lot more than I have in a while. I've had many good conversation days this week, this one inclusive.
After I got home, went straight to Knox with family. That was great. Had a Macca's dinner, and yet another drink. Also, we bought a new camera which actually takes photos with very minimal lag time. Amazing.
A big shout out to Imesha and Davy for messaging me before and after the gig. Good effort waking up that early, and an even greater effort to remember me. And thanks goes out to all my other friends who wished me luck. James Cheng, Orrin, Banh, Yvonne, Meng. If I've left out anybody, my excuse is that I only remember people that have said it within the last two days. If I have left you out even then, sincere apologies. Anyway, thanks guys. I probably place too much emphasis on people wishing me luck, but to me, it means a lot. It shows that people care.
Wonderwall may or may not have gotten me the job. But it did give me quite an unexpectedly fantastic day. I'm going to have another drink now.
Word of the Day: Drink
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