Chope chope

New resolution. My blog entries are gonna be chop chop chop (i.e. short sharp and sweet). Brain's too fried lazy to recall everything at the end of each day.

Ahhh.... The bane of corporate world.

Went Grill at Devonshire last night. Kev asked us some aptitude questions. Got us all tickled. Apparently this one's used during Citibank's interview.

"Which 3 animals would you rank in order of preference? Don't think; based on instincts and gut feel."

My brain shows Cat, Dog and Sheep/Goat.

"Ok the first animal's what u aspire 2b..." Peals of laughter erupt from the table.
"I meant...... The TRAITS of that animal lah haiyo!"
"The second animal," he continued, "is what people view you as."

My brain utters, "Great. People see me as a bitch......"

"The last animal's what you really are inside."

My brain faints. For the record, since when have I become a gentle baa-baa who eats grass all day??

AArrgghhhh.... The bane of ageism.

Listening to Mambo Mindoro by Cal Tjader