There's a reason why you pay
28 January 2008, 6:47 pm. 13 Comments. Filed under Design, Miscellaneous, Rants, Work.
Why do you pay for a design when you want to dictate every single detail of the design yourself?
So she gave me minuscule design details at the beginning, and now she's trying to change every single element of it. The colour scheme I picked had maroon, brown and cream, which fitted closer to the description she gave me. In the last email she changed it to maroon, brown, saturated orange and really light saturated blue. I may have brown, orange and blue put together in the current site design but trust me, those colours do not look right on her design.
But what can you do? Clients are always right. I should give her the PSD and she can do all the rest of it. It pains me to output something so aesthetically wrong in every way.
On another note, about that arm in the previous post, I'm not going to post the face just yet because another gay guy like Xuan would come along and drool all over the computer at him.
Xuan: Holy shit, Ryl-Ryl, is that your boyfrienddd? *taunts* He's a cutie. Very cute, in fact ... (The ellipsis sounds so freaky.)
Me: Take your eyes off him. He's not your next target kk?
Xuan: ...DAMNIT! Foiled again...
He's still cute though. Don'ttt denyyy ittt.
Maybe someday when I get my Photographs page up. And I'm still fuming over the hideous design. Grr!
Hint: Blonde and blue eyes. Lol. 
Revelation: mask, off!
6 October 2007, 11:40 am. 40 Comments. Filed under Internet, Personal, Work.
I look around... And I see that online aliases are no longer popular. Here and there, bloggers are displaying their real names and I'm sort of "stuck" with my alias from 2002, and it's getting into me.
So, here's the revelation of the day: Cheryl Sun. That's my name "officially released" on the site. I didn't like "Cheryl" because it started with the big fat "C" and it made me feel like a sphere. I couldn't be a snowman because I don't have white skin, and chocolate snowman's just plain retarded.
Some friends started calling me "RylRyl" back then, and since I was into the series Anne of Green Gables, I decided to take up Anne's daughter's name "Rilla". I sort of got turned off now because there's a site named GorillaRilla.Com. Just a note though, RylRyl is not cute, do not call me that.
I don't mean to say those calling me Rilla should now call me Cheryl. I just present you with more than one option now.
Well, as I'm blogging about my real life and I have my real photographs all over the place, it feels more comfortable without a mask over my identity. But I'm not going to replace "Rilla" with "Cheryl" everywhere on the site because searching "Cheryl" on Google won't display my site on the first page of results.
Bwahaha. I just got a job from one of the six places I applied at. It's a nice little store called Flying Saucers. The website is bad, I know, but it sells a lot of luxury and novelty items and the shop is simply lovely. Except I haven't actually gotten anything from there before. I have price considerations...
I just can't do this
26 September 2007, 4:21 pm. 19 Comments. Filed under Work.
Job interviews kill me. Really, they do.
In my first interview in 2005, the first question they asked me was: "Can you please tell us more about yourself?" Well I think that's a pretty standard, opening sort of interview question but up until now, I can still remember my response: "Uhh... What do you want to know?" Needless to say, I was stuttering throughout the rest of the interview as well. When it came up to "Anything you'd like to ask us?" The only thing I could come up with was "How old are you?" But surprisingly, that was when I scored my first job. They must've been desperate. Because on my first day, I pointed at their branch number "14" that appeared next to my name on the screen and told the manager that I actually just turned 15. I know they loved me there though.
Two days ago, I handed in six job applications at once. I got a short interview yesterday and it went generally smooth. However just then, I got a phone call from Hallensteins. What was most unexpected was that it was a telephone interview. 
!@#$%!!! Half-way through, the fire alarm at their head office went off. I'm not sure whether to laugh about that or whether I should see that as some sort of foreshadowing. Either way, LOL.
The questions were terribly hard—for me, at least. "Have you ever gone the extra mile for a customer?" "What do you think is good customer service?" "Can you think of an example where you've encountered a difficult customer?" "Did you have a goal and how did you go about achieving it?" "How do you think your best friend would describe you?" She asked heaps and heaps of questions that lasted for a decade. That was pure murder for someone totally unprepared for it and inexperienced at interviews. I was hoping for a call to arrange a face-to-face interview! It didn't help that the interviewer was talking in a monotonous voice throughout and complete nervousness and blankness overtook my soul in those twenty minutes. I was muttering and stuttering and failed to find the right words.
To be honest though, that was fun. Interviews are fun but phone interviews are now officially off my list. Let's hope I get at least one positive response from six applications.
