It's Done

Hehe..what is? That's for me to know and you to find out.

What Has Happened

Feels like a huge boulder fell from a cliff into a calm pond....shattering the serenity with its tidal wave like ripples.

I asked for what I wanted...but forgot to include a minor detail. In receiving what I was asked, would it be selfish of me now to remember what I forgot and ask for more?

Restaurant Review

OK...I have to give my 2 pence about this .."Prestigous" Restaurant. The list of SOME the awards it received so far is as follows:
2006
The 2006 Metro Corbans Restaurant of the Year Awards Supreme Winner
The 2006 Metro Corbans Restaurant of the Year Awards Best Service: Creghan Molloy Wright
Best Fine Dining Restaurant: The French Café
Cuisine Magazine Restaurant of the Year.
Metro Magazine. Best fine dining restaurant.
Metro Magazine Readers Pick, Best fine dining restaurant.

Lewisham Award — Simon Wright — Most Outstanding Chef 2003.
One of Auckland’s top five Restaurants, Metro Magazine 2003.
One of Auckland’s top 10 Restaurants, Viva, New Zealand Herald 2002.
5 Stars Metro Magazine 2002.
Metro Magazine 2001 Restaurant of The Year nomination.
Michael Guy Restaurant Guide 2002 — Auckland Winner

Finally, I'll say what I wanna say. The food was TERRIFIC. No doubt about it. The price was a bit steep...but that's OK. I mean, I'm out with my special someone, it's not an everyday thing..besides..if I owned a restaurant with that many awards..LOL...I'd charge those rates as well. The main focus of my 'review'...now that I think about it..its more like a critique.....was the attitude of this one waitress. She was...unappealing. I mean..no smile, no friendliness...I didn't feel welcome. Hey, my bill is covering your wage, the least you could do is make me feel like it's worth it. The second thing I'd like to comment on..was the utter simplicity of this 'cafe'. Gee.....I've been to mamak restaurants with more 'soul' / ambience. The layout was TOO simple. Maybe it's their 'thing'. But..it's not my taste. Kinda makes me feel like they skimped on the decor. I suppose I'm writing all these now cos I went to Mecca in the city. I thought it was WAY better than French Cafe. It was better in terms of price, ambience, waiter friendliness...so yea..go there!

Personal Testimony

I think God has been very kind to me during this whole job application process. No..I haven't got a job yet..and I'm not sure when and where I'll get one. But it's best I give thanks while I can do it sincerely.

See, I bumbled BIG time when I went for a job interview conducted by this guy from NZAS- NZ Aluminium SMELTER. ....BUT in my CV he had in front of him..I had put NZ Aluminium STEEL. He pointed it out during the interview...I was SURE then I was gonna be in the reject pile....

Guess what...he recommended me.

See, I applied for this company ages ago...I heard several of my friends were being interviewed and I was just plain MAD cos the company didnt even have the courtesy to send me a rejection letter/email. I emailed them (politely of course) asking what happenned to my application.

Guess what....my email was replied the day after and I was asked to go in for an interview.
Guess, what...I'm going for a 2nd interview.

See, before an interview, I brought my cover letter with me. Just 5 mins before the interview,I said a little prayer, and a voice in me told me to reread my letter (I almost NEVER do this, I'm so sure it was the Holy Spirit)

Guess what...HUGE grammar error..actually...a whole word was missing from the sentence...this is the actual sentence"bla bla..I behind this initiative" Yes..I behind....its something Tarzan would have used..I tarzan..you jane....
SO what did I do? I dumped the whole thing...went in for the interview..hoped for the best....and well...this story ties in to the one above it..cos this is the 1st interview which lead me to the 2nd.

Yea...all in all..rejection letters are dissapointing...but hey..I'm still young...and with the Big Guy up there...I shouldnt be too fussed. I'm doing what I can and He knows that.

Interesting Points

How does one respond to someone who has been to Vatican City and has seen the wealth the Church has acquired and asks: Why does the Church not sell all its priceless items and give the proceeds to the poor?

Catholic Answers Apologist: Michelle Arnold

According to Vatican correspondent John L. Allen Jr. in his book All the Pope's Men, one reason that the Vatican doesn't sell off such treasures is that the Vatican doesn't believe that the treasures are the Vatican's to sell. They are considered the patrimony of mankind, entrusted to the Vatican for safekeeping, and cannot be sold or borrowed against. Indeed, the Vatican values them at one euro each for purposes of internal bookkeeping and spends a great deal of money to preserve the treasures for future generations.

If such treasures were sold and the money given to the poor, that money would soon be gone and mankind would be culturally impoverished by the loss of such artifacts into private hands. Besides, it is not offensive to religious sensibilities for a Church to maintain such beautiful treasures for the glory of God. If the Temple in Jerusalem could be richly ordained in order to glorify God and to inspire human worship, the universal Church of God can be richly ordained for the same purposes.

25 hour countdown

This post will mark the said time to the start of the end of uni. Let it be known!

The holidays this time round would be the best I'd think. I didn't go anywhere remarkable. Musick Point, Mission Bay, Ladies Bay, Long Bay, Rainbow's End.....

I watched my fair share of movies...
Superman Returns
Da Vinci Code
Aquamarine (yes.....I did watch it)
Take The Lead
The Omen
Cars
Howl's Moving Castle
Jarhead
Spanish Apartment
Fast and Furious

Joined the jury, played cranium, stayed up to watch World Cup, made a coupla speeches at a friend's 21st, some short drama occured, it didnt involve me directly, but I felt the connection...heh...that about sums it up. To the LAST intersemester break I'll ever have. Cheers!

From a friend via email

The following true story was related to Sister Mary Veronica Murphy by an
elderly Nun, who heard it from the lips of the late Reverend Father
Stanislaus, SS.CC.


One day, many years ago, in a little town in Luxembourg, a Captain of
the Forest Guards was in deep conversation with the butcher, when an elderly
woman entered the shop. The butcher broke off the conversation to ask the
old woman what she wanted. She had come to beg for a little meat but had no
money. The Captain was amused at the conversation which ensued between the
poor woman and the butcher.


"Only a little meat . . ."
"But how much are you going to give me?"
"I am sorry I have no money, but I'll hear Mass for you."


Both the butcher and the Captain were very good men, but very
indifferent about religion, so they at once began to scoff at the old woman's
answer.


"All right, then," said the butcher. "You go out and hear Mass for me,
and when you come back, I'll give you as much meat as the Mass is worth."


The woman left the shop and returned later. She approached the counter
and the butcher seeing her, said,
"All right, then, we'll see,"


He took a slip of paper and wrote on it, "I heard a Mass for you." He
then placed the paper on the scale and a tine bone on the other side, but
nothing happened. Next he placed a piece of meat instead of the bone, but
still the paper proved heavier. Both men were beginning to feel ashamed of
their mockery but continued their game. A large piece of meat was placed in
the balanced, but still the paper held its own. The butcher, exasperated,
examined the scales, but found they were all right.


"What do you want, my good woman? Must I give you a whole leg of
mutton?"


At this, he placed the leg of mutton on the balance, but the paper
outweighed the meat. A larger piece of meat was put on, but again the weight
remained on the side of the paper. This so impressed the butcher that he was
converted, and promised to give the woman her daily ration of meat.


As for the Captain, he left the shop a changed man, an ardent lover of
daily Holy Mass. Two of his sons became Priests, one a Jesuit and the other
a Father of the Sacred Heart.


Father Stanislaus finished by saying,


"I am the religious of the Sacred Heart, and the Captain was my
father."


From that incident the Captain became a daily Mass goer and his
children were trained to follow his example. Later, when his sons became
Priests, he advised them to offer Holy Mass well every day and never miss
the Sacrifice through any fault of their own.

Too many

I've been writing in the Uni Friends blog again...sigh..so many memories....I think this is the best way...putting down the good times...keeping it safe..letting the other sometimes sour and bad ones fade into the sea of time. Then, I'll look back at these posts...and I'll only have good memories..why waste space on unpleasant ones?

Please feel free to comment on any of the posts..anything I left out...I'd love to include them. I'm also planning to do another one for my friends in my Chemical Department..heh..if my work doesnt catch up on me...

Jury Duty

Ever been a juror? Its not a pleasant experience. The moment I tell my friends..the response is a quick "Write a letter and say you have projects / uni / work "
I didn't because I was curious to see how the process would be like, and doubtful I'd be selected since the names for the 12 jurors would be taken by ballot, AND the lawyer had the right to reject you from the panel. But..guess what, I got in..lol...I was dressed so scrapily, when I sat down in the jury stand, I was waiting for the lawyers who were eyeing me to say "REJECT!" Meh...

The case was quite...'unnerving' and very 'disturbing'. The 3 day trial really takes its toll on you. Someone's life is in your hands. Opinions from other people would change. I dunno wat else to say. I think this post can only serve as a simple reference to a moment in my life in which I was judging fact from fiction. if only I could tell about what went through my mind when I was deciding.