Wednesday, February 14, 2007

The Right Step Into Career-hood

It feels like a millennia since I last updated that I can quite instantaneously think of several similes at the top of my head.

I update my blog as often as Zebras change stripes.

I update my blog as often as I sleep.

I update my blog as often as public toilets are cleaned.

Sorry about that nasty last bit. You’ll have to excuse my absence from my little kingdom in this vast, cold virtual realm because lately, I’ve been spending an eternity here.

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I should move there. Permanently.

Yes, I’m done with university and am proudly working full-time at the station on ‘Da’ Brkfst Shw! The job is fantastic. I thoroughly love getting freebies, meeting the myriads of people, working with fabulous – and diva-ish – colleagues, as well as seeing the marketing side of broadcasting.

Make no mistake however, the job’s as fun as it is demanding. It helps to have a strong team around you, but you’ll still be swept by strong undercurrents if you fail to ‘swim’. Make your laps and you’ll be generously rewarded for doing a good job.

All this ‘swimming’ means you won’t have much time for yourself unless you’re a brilliant time manager and a worker with the tenacity of a wild hog (it ties in with Chinese New Year).

And speaking of hogs, I managed to grab snippets off Sarah’s latest post on Russell Peters being disallowed to perform here on our shores. I don’t think I get it.

We have the right to know why. I’m personally quite curious about their ‘air-tight’ reasons. It is, I assure you, as air-tight as reasons why we can’t show bottles or glasses of liquids on the telly. Or why we can’t show cleavage while foreign bought programmes get away with miles and miles of ‘longkang’.

The simplest things are censored these days, as though those on their thrones have a quota to meet. Maybe it’s seven tongues, nine longkangs, and three bushes (only one of which is inhuman) per month?

Heaven knows.

Heaven also knows how lonesome Valentines Day is.

I know it’s over commercialized, I know it’s just 24 hours, I know it’s peer pressure, but it stinks like a skunk to spend Valentines alone.

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You can decide for yourselves if I’m sobbing or constipated. There it is, democracy in action!