I think i slept for 12 hours. And i woke up with a strange feeling, hoping to be back at the time when i ran and workout everything other day. But i touched my belly and i realised i’m still the same old fat fei fei.
Neh said i’m fei fei the overweight over-achiever.
Nah lah where got over-achieve? I’m cracking my mind out to write the incredible resume and cover letter to apply for a part time job with a consulting company. Because there really isn’t much to booast about for me. I probably don’t have a lot of qualities they are looking for, and i suspect when the consulting companies come to our school to recruit fresh grads, i won’t even receive the invitational emailer from OCS.
Jess reminded me last night that i was supposed to clear my climbing instructor assessment in feb. I had unconsciously pushed that back into may because i stopped training. Not climbing anymore, no longer breathing the climber’s air anymore.
Gravical is on next fri. And i won’t be attending it because i want to jack up my ability in business cases at Cognitare. My role at securing sponsorship for Gravical is only considerably successfuly considering the amount of sponsorship value for a first time event only in school. I can’t say that i am good at selling ice to eskimo anymore. The sponsorship deals only come about because the contact points are my good friends in salsa and climbing. I suspect if not for our friendship, no one would push for my cause and i will probably end up with only FIT sponsorship, which in theory they will be supportive because they had a deal to build our school’s rock wall previously.
So that’s me. Nothing goes well and at all time low emtionally.
