Singaporeans, you terribad at self promotion


I represented my company at a recruitment fair yesterday, where fresh graduates were applying to work with us.

However, it was more than just a place for the fresh young things to drop their resumes off; they got to chat with us and hear more about what we do, and hopefully make a good first impression.

And while I am no HR personnel, it was easy to tell from a one-minute impression who had a chance of getting hired with us and who didn’t. The ones with no chance at all would sabotage themselves in the most cringe-worthy ways possible. The kicker? 9/10 of the time, those kicking themselves were Singaporeans.

I have to say, Indians are exceptional at self promotion. They would walk right up to me with a firm handshake, and immediately start telling me why they are the right fit for working at our company.

Maybe they didn’t have the best English, but they would tell me how many years of experience they have, and show a high level of enthusiasm. China Chinese were one tier lower, but they too didn’t do too bad of a job selling themselves. While not as eager to show off that they had the right stuff, when asked if they had the skills we were looking for they were quick to say yes, and why.

However, absolutely disgraceful were the local Singaporeans. I’d ask them how proficient they are at C or C++, and they would immediately declare that they are not very good, or that they have no confidence in their abilities. I asked one girl how good she was with those programming languages, and she straight away said she was terrible, right in front of me and my boss. And then she dropped her resume off. Sad thing is, you could tell she really wanted the job too. It was painful to watch.

So for about 4 hours, I watched Indians, Chinese and Indonesians sell themselves, while Singaporeans indulged in self-degradation and flushed their chances down the toilet. And I’m not talking about people who said they did not have the skills we were looking for and then walked away- these are people who told us they suck, and then asked where do I sign up.

And the funny thing is, if we’re talking about skill, there is no way I could have known who actually had the right stuff and who didn’t. That is something we would have only found out much later in the interview process, where we test the applicants for their skill in C and C++.

I mean… it’s mind boggling to me. I know I wrote about something very similar in this post, but seeing it up close and personal was really disheartening.  I don’t know if Singaporeans are being humble or if they truly do suck, but it’s easy to see why foreigners are getting hired over us. Come on guys, step it up.


Handphone-less Day 2: Optimism


Day 2 of my week-long life without a cellphone. Feelin’ pretty good. The lack of entertainment while on commute is probably the biggest bummer, but otherwise everything’s pretty normal.

Today’s observations:

1. I thought not having a cellphone would make me more productive at work, but sloth always finds a way.

2. My cellphone doubles as an alarm clock, so I had to find an alternative. is the most annoying way imaginable to wake up. Probably a good thing.

I anticipate my optimism will run out soon enough, but for now I’m feeling  surprisingly less dependent on my phone than I thought I would. 5 days to go.

The Handphone-less Chronicles: The Blackest Night


I gotta go a week without a cellphone. I’m going to try and post how I feel about it every night, so you can all watch my descent into insanity.

It’s my first cellphone-less night, here are my observations so far:

1. I check my phone for the time even though I wear a watch. Only found out because I caught myself looking for a phone that wasn’t there, while wearing a watch. Idiot.

2. I think in Facebook status updates. This was very sad to realize. Like my inner voice literally narrates like a status update, phrasing things in a way that sounds the most fun and interesting. I should really stop thinking about what I should post on FB to entertain people, and think about myself a bit more.

So far, I’m a little more irritable than normal, but I’m still optimistic that I can do this. I refuse to believe that the 15 year-old me who was perfectly fine without a cellphone is more well-adjusted and less dependent on technology than I am now. Fuck that little bitch.

The First Post


Beginnings are always interesting.

As a species, we love beginnings and origins, as apparent by the number of Batman and Superman movie reboots.

However, this blog’s beginning is not intended to be particularly interesting.

This photo-less piece of shit post is less than a drop of water in an ocean of thoughts we call the internet.

It’s not interesting, but it is special. Because it is a herald for things to come. Maybe many super interesting posts will come after this.

Maybe my next post will be about curing world hunger. Or I might post definitive proof there is a God.

But not today, and not in this post.