Animal Planet is screening this show, Spotlight Earth, and this episode is on life after Chernobyl.
I never really thought about it. I mean, after the nuclear fallout and the evacuation of the people and the area declared off limits, it sort of went to the back of my mind. But now, watching this show, it brings to mind that there doesn't seem to be an end. Thousands of years before the land recovers? But how about the migratory animals? It would move around, bringing their radioactive bodies around. So i suppose the recovery is provided there are no more wildlife. And there will be no end to the contamination.
In the end its the animals that suffer. sigh...
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Every body does that!
Found this interesting article on common body behaviours. At least now i know why my stomach rumbles. Though it doesn't answer one question that has been bugging me... ;)
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Fried chicken & fork
Read that in the state of Georgia, a Gainsville city ordinance makes it punishable by law to eat fried chicken with a fork. Some of the stranger USA laws do make sense, such as it being a misdemeanor to dance to the national anthemn -- aren't you supposed to be standing at attention when your own national anthemn is being played? -- in Michigan, but that of being punishable by law to eat fried chicken with a fork is just weird. Then use what? Hands? Chopsticks? Hmm...
Friday, June 12, 2009
Probably one of the last few people who only just started using facebook -- heehee -- but somehow found that i did have an account, just that i forgot about it until i tried just now. Hmm. Being not a tech geek, i'm not that confident about using it. will bumble along i suppose. :)
I thought its supposed to help find all the long lost classmates etc? I don't see them lor... where is the search, huh? sigh...
I thought its supposed to help find all the long lost classmates etc? I don't see them lor... where is the search, huh? sigh...
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I think i blew it...
It would be a surprise to me if i am contacted next week. The interview did not go as i expected, and i was out in 10 mins time. It was only a very precious few questions. What are you doing now? Your sister is working here right? What project management did you do in XXXX? Why do you want to leave?
It was from the first interview that they mentioned actually hoping for guys, not that their current staff of ladies are no good, but that they wanted guys for gender balance. So now i'm wondering if they called me up for the interview so that the other shortlisted guy, who IS a guy, can look good?
Whatever it is, to be in and out in 10 minutes doesn't feel right to me. Neither did the the dy principal ask questions i thought he would, so i think i'm out of the running. The entire fiasco -- well, it did feel like one to me -- was conducted with the dir beaming and smiling at me, the dy dir looking down -- they were both present at my first interview -- the dy principal shooting questions and looking at the papers in front of him even as i answered his questions and the lady, who i'm assuming is from the HR, writing down whatever answers i gave. Only the dir asked the 3rd question. No one else, apart from the dy principal, uttered a word.
If anything, i learnt one thing from this -- ask when the expected answer, if shortlisted, would be. hee.
It was from the first interview that they mentioned actually hoping for guys, not that their current staff of ladies are no good, but that they wanted guys for gender balance. So now i'm wondering if they called me up for the interview so that the other shortlisted guy, who IS a guy, can look good?
Whatever it is, to be in and out in 10 minutes doesn't feel right to me. Neither did the the dy principal ask questions i thought he would, so i think i'm out of the running. The entire fiasco -- well, it did feel like one to me -- was conducted with the dir beaming and smiling at me, the dy dir looking down -- they were both present at my first interview -- the dy principal shooting questions and looking at the papers in front of him even as i answered his questions and the lady, who i'm assuming is from the HR, writing down whatever answers i gave. Only the dir asked the 3rd question. No one else, apart from the dy principal, uttered a word.
If anything, i learnt one thing from this -- ask when the expected answer, if shortlisted, would be. hee.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sorry, i can't help you... :(
Mil popped by in the morning to ask if we heard any mews as she's been hearing them since 7am. So i obliged and looked around the corridor. She thought the cat was around the area but when i poked around her flower pots, she said it couldn't be there as she's watering the plants and surely the cat would have run out then? Just as i was about to give up, i saw a small distinctive face peeking at me from under the bricks supporting one of the plants.
I reached in and lifted out the kitten, then manage to extricate another kitten. Thank goodness nothing happened to them then, as they were near the corridor grilles and they could have easily spooked and attempted to jump down. Anyway, i reached in slowly and after much mewing with them. :)
But in the end, dear said no more animals at home. So even though they were adorable tabbies with nice long tails, i couldn't do anything for them. Dear told me to call SPCA to get them to pick the kittens, but i told him they don't seem to be open on Sundays -- their website didn't seem to indicate -- so we went off in the car with G, dear's friend who popped over.
It was at that point that i sms-ed coboypb if she knew of other places as i knew SPCA would put down the animals they received if they can't be sure they will be adopted. Dear asked me to make a choice -- release them somewhere where they may die a horrible death or to SPCA where i know they will die but die relatively peacefully. How can i make such a choice? In the end i told him to drive on; i will just have to live with whatever decision he makes. G then suggested releasing the kittens at his carpark so he can keep an eye on them and as he also knew that there is a lady feeding the cats. Its not the best choice, but one i had to agree to. I know, its wrong to release the cats like that, but i didn't know what to do. I can't keep them, i don't want to leave them downstairs cos i've seen the way the children in my estates (mis)treat the cats -- i noticed the kittens' whiskers were cut when i was talking to them in the car -- and i was out of options and out of time.
Its late now. I wonder if they're in the box dear left for them. I wonder if they have found something to eat and drink. I wonder if they are safe and warm, or as safe and warm as little strays can be. I hope they are all right and that they are together.
Sorry little kittens, i can't help you... :(
I reached in and lifted out the kitten, then manage to extricate another kitten. Thank goodness nothing happened to them then, as they were near the corridor grilles and they could have easily spooked and attempted to jump down. Anyway, i reached in slowly and after much mewing with them. :)
But in the end, dear said no more animals at home. So even though they were adorable tabbies with nice long tails, i couldn't do anything for them. Dear told me to call SPCA to get them to pick the kittens, but i told him they don't seem to be open on Sundays -- their website didn't seem to indicate -- so we went off in the car with G, dear's friend who popped over.
It was at that point that i sms-ed coboypb if she knew of other places as i knew SPCA would put down the animals they received if they can't be sure they will be adopted. Dear asked me to make a choice -- release them somewhere where they may die a horrible death or to SPCA where i know they will die but die relatively peacefully. How can i make such a choice? In the end i told him to drive on; i will just have to live with whatever decision he makes. G then suggested releasing the kittens at his carpark so he can keep an eye on them and as he also knew that there is a lady feeding the cats. Its not the best choice, but one i had to agree to. I know, its wrong to release the cats like that, but i didn't know what to do. I can't keep them, i don't want to leave them downstairs cos i've seen the way the children in my estates (mis)treat the cats -- i noticed the kittens' whiskers were cut when i was talking to them in the car -- and i was out of options and out of time.
Its late now. I wonder if they're in the box dear left for them. I wonder if they have found something to eat and drink. I wonder if they are safe and warm, or as safe and warm as little strays can be. I hope they are all right and that they are together.
Sorry little kittens, i can't help you... :(
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Ring Ring!
Yay! My phone rang today and it was from my former school! I'll be going for my final interview next Wednesday and if all goes well, out will go another letter and this'll be my -- *shock* -- 6th job. Oops... Big seed told me that it is possible to bungle up the final interview, so i hope all will be ok for me. Cos i want to go back to do technical stuff again and make use of my technical knowledge gained etc etc. :)
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
MOM interview
Was called in for an interview today about my previous job site. When i highlighted to the recording officer that i had already left, she said its still needed as she needs the info as at the time when the incident occured. I wonder what would i do if i'm in a totally different company? Can i reject? Or would they then issue a summons for me to be present? Afterall, the new company would not pay me to attend an interview on an issue not of their own.
In the end, i was there for 3 hours and 6 pages of statement. sigh. I sound like a broken record, but its not worth it. The job, and including this current job, is not worth it! I asked the RO if i would go to jail etc, but she said as long as i did not give any false statement, it should be all right. Apparently the investigations might end up as court evidence. oh no...
Will discuss with dear and see how...
In the end, i was there for 3 hours and 6 pages of statement. sigh. I sound like a broken record, but its not worth it. The job, and including this current job, is not worth it! I asked the RO if i would go to jail etc, but she said as long as i did not give any false statement, it should be all right. Apparently the investigations might end up as court evidence. oh no...
Will discuss with dear and see how...
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