I am
...getting rained on in Tokyo.
...old enough to drink alcohol but not old enough to know when to stop.
...blogging since 02/22/03.

Saturday, May 29, 2004

Internet deprivation
I spent the last two days on a field trip to a carmaker and therefore was cut off from the internet for more than 48 hours. I missed getting emails and reading blogs dearly but then again, alcohol was available to ease the pain and on Thursday evening we went to a night club. Unfortunately, we didn't know that the club was in fact a time-machine which transported us back to middle school. At least that's when I last remembered hearing Culture Beat's song "Mr. Vain". On the way back to the hotel we got lost. The music must have confused TS's sense of orientation so that we spent an hour on what should have been a 15 minutes walk. In the end, we hailed a cab which took three minutes to get us back the hotel.

posted by Bunny at 1:46 PM

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

More tales of the futile search for employment
Today I had a job interview at a big cosmetics company during which I realized that this might be the least desirable place for me to work at (even trumping a pit filled with big black mutant scorpions). While waiting in the lobby I had a good view on the elevator and therefore got an idea what kind of people worked there: women and men that are metrosexual enough to be women.
In the past I have found working with men (who actually deserve the label "men") to be much easier. I think it's because I'm a tomboy and can be easily considered "one of the guys". I don't want shoes, hair and makeup to be the only topics of conversation during my lunch break.

posted by Bunny at 5:06 PM

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

More bubbles
Students always find a way to get drunk so we celebrated our last classroom session ever by opening a few bottles of champagne and drinking them on campus.
I've got a deeply rooted fear of being hit by corks. Therefore I stayed away from all the cork popping actions which had the positive side-effect of not being doused in alcoholic bubbles. I have been hit in the face by many objects during my life. These objects mainly consisted of balls used in various sports but prudence bids me to avoid any possibility of being hit in the face again.

posted by Bunny at 6:16 PM

Sunday, May 23, 2004

My jaw hurts from all the chewing
I bought six packs of Hubba Bubba to keep practicing blowing bubbles. I was generous enough to share with TS and TJ after dinner and consequently contributed to TJ's first successful bubble blowing. I'm somewhat astonished that a person, who didn't manage to blow a bubble during the first 24 years of his life, got so far as being admitted to a university. However, the inability to blow bubbles comes with a big advantage: TJ will never be suffocated by the remains of an overly large bubble sticking on his face.

posted by Bunny at 1:41 PM

Friday, May 21, 2004

Hurray Day
A good day for both 883 and me.

Congratulations on the gold medal for "most creative winamp skin" at the GUIOlympics, 883!

Today I also learnt that I'm on the shortlist for the assessment center during which I left one of the tests early in order to go to the bathroom. That was about the only noticeable thing I did there. I will get a definitive answer beginning of June, so let's see how far passing water will take me.

posted by Bunny at 2:51 PM

Thursday, May 20, 2004

Retrieve your childhood at the cash register
As a child I enjoyed the artificial flavor of Hubba Bubba that didn't resemble anything that grew on trees or bushes but long time ago I stopped eating it for no special reason. This week I bought the first Hubba Bubba of my grown-up life and it instantly brought back the charm of being young and carefree. People would never start smoking if they remembered about the fun that is bubble blowing.

posted by Bunny at 9:01 PM

Monday, May 17, 2004

Haven't walked to the end of the rainbow yet
I had the strangest job interview ever. Actually, there were seven interviews in a row with people from varying levels of the company's hierarchy. It seems that the whole department gets to know the applicants before they decide to hire them.
It's mentally draining to get asked the same questions seven times - "Why would you like to work at our company?", "What are your strengths and weaknesses?", "Will you give us your soul right now or do we have to pay you money for it?". Moreover, my answers started to sound boring the second time I repeated them so that I tried to top whatever I said in prior interviews. In a banana-peel-slapstickesque moment my concentration slipped and didn't get up again. After that I gave up trying to impress the interviewers and just babbled whatever popped into my mind first. Too bad that the department manager interviewed me last.

posted by Bunny at 3:28 PM

Thursday, May 13, 2004

Dripping faucets, the Niagara falls,....
I spent the two last days in an assessment center. I think I screwed up big time when I had to pee really badly for the whole 90 minutes we had to sit through. It's difficult to concentrate on fictitious emails concerning a fictitious product manager worrying about fictitious production problems when you have a real life problem of keeping your bladder from exploding and ultimately leaving the test early. This is one of the moments when I wish I could turn back time - turn back time to the 70s in order to give my parents a leaflet on contraception.
Memo to myself: Never drink any liquids again. Ever.

posted by Bunny at 11:47 PM

Monday, May 10, 2004

Sleep tight
My former roomie Janman lost a bet with me. I usually require people who lose bets against me to do something embarrassing so he had to give a packet of Durex Performa to TJ. For those that do not observe the market for novelty condoms closely, this is a condom which prevents premature ejaculation thanks to the anesthetic on the inside. I'm very curious whether they actually work or not but TJ hasn't tried them out yet. Despite his fascination with the concept, he's afraid that the exposure to an overdose of narcotic substances will send his penis into a coma.

posted by Bunny at 8:16 PM

Saturday, May 08, 2004

Don't forget the Sauce Hollandaise
When talking about asparagus, Germans are about the only people that automatically thinks of white one. The rest of the world is habituated to the green kind. There seems to be a deeply imbedded fixation on whiteness in Germany, also on the whiteness of clothes, white walls and other things white. I don't know if it is correlated to the German fixation on cleanliness (car washing Sundays). Have to explore this further.

posted by Bunny at 5:58 PM

Friday, May 07, 2004

My contribution for future space travels
In this blog there are enough complaints about my lectures to build a path linking Earth and moon. However, I plan to upgrade it to a highway to the Mars. I have told myself and all the people that would listen that "This course is the worst piece of crap I have ever attended!". Not only once but thrice. About different lectures. Today I said it a fourth time.
Whenever I think there can't be a superlative of "the torture that made me long for the eradication of mankind so that the lecturer would finally shut up", my course selection for this semester catches up on me again. Today I have lost nine hours in a never-ending lecture-marathon. These hours were time that could've been spent productively. I could have watched my laptop defragment but all that remains of the day are a vague memory of the words "bank" and "risk".

posted by Bunny at 6:50 PM

Thursday, May 06, 2004

Design is for lovers
Winamp5 users, please check out my little brother's latest skin. While I can't even draw a straight line without a ruler, he's quite an artist. He's always been the talented one in the family but I'm making up for the lack of talent by striving for an existence as a corporate drone who owns enough money to buy everything he'll ever draw or design. Until then, I keep my fingers crossed that he'll win a prize at the GUI Olympics.

posted by Bunny at 9:25 PM

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

And to think of all those sledges we'd have to hide behind our backs....
Luckily humans are more robust than their cartoon counterparts so that there are no pancake-flat people walking the earth nor eyes dangling from their sockets. Academic institutions probably benefit from this most; just imagine the cleaning costs exploding brains would incur.

posted by Bunny at 5:52 PM

Monday, May 03, 2004

In Japan they have special bandaids to hide your nipples
It should be prohibited to wear those semi-transparent white dress shirts without a T-shirt underneath it. Don't men realize that it's like being a contestant for a wet T-shirt contest? I really didn't need to see the lecturer's nipple today but once I notice stuff like this I can't look away and it freaked me out for the duration of the lecture. And not in a good way, mind you.

posted by Bunny at 8:52 PM

I keep wondering where you'd attach the strings
As I receive about a hundred spam mails per day I rarely read the subjects anymore but "puppetry of the penis" struck my fancy. I got an astonishing amount of hits for the title on Amazon.com. Seems like I'm not the only one who appreciates the poetic qualities of the phrase.

posted by Bunny at 9:25 AM

Saturday, May 01, 2004

Happy accession day
Cyprus, the Czech Republic, Estonia, Hungary, Latvia, Lithuania, Malta, Poland, the Slovak Republic, and Slovenia: Welcome to the club. I'd be even happier for you if I didn't have to do a presentation on the EU enlargement. Hope you had a good party yesterday. I know I did: I had a good time at a BBQ despite the rain. Nothing beats free food. Even if it's wet, rained-on food.

posted by Bunny at 6:19 PM

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