Relationship “networking” is actually called m-a-t-c-h-m-a-k-i-n-g.

Sigh, not sure whether I really come across as potential gf type or because i ooze some sort of desperatism, that I have this friend who is quite insistent on matching making me to his good friend.

I do hope it is because I am demure, hardworking, doesn’t curse and swear, will peel prawns for bf. (please read those with a bottle of salt)

But of course all good things must be exchanged. It wasn’t explicit but I was hinted that I must recommend my friends to this matchmaker friend of mine.

To cut the long story short, I tried to run away from the blind date or matchmaking session, but was at first unsuccessful but later successful.

Reason for the success story?

Under my hobbies, I listed nightlife(read lotsa partying) and shopping(I wanna spend your money and you have to hold my shopping bags for me!) and workaholic (no time to spend time with you).

So for the time being, I shall have to pay for my own shopping and hold my own shopping bags. At least I have slightly more toned arms.

Sorry for the lack of updates, due to the lack of time, sleep and mostly work.

Life has been work work work. After complaining about my work hours a few weeks ago, it has been mostly 11-12pm and some nightcaps at work. Its basically mad!

And my health hasn’t taken well to this, by giving up on me this week, by having the full blast of fever, flu and cough. It has been a long time since i fell sick like that (more than 1 year).

i was given the full cocktail of medicine to down, and my body has been feeling very weak. Sigh.

No more Ot-ing this week as my health has been complaining. The only good news is that I lost alot of visible weight. Friends who have not met me since grad commented that I lost alot of weight. Hmm, not that much but about 4 kgs so far. Not bad for 5 weeks of work

On another side note, i am going to middle east

i am thrown into the deep end to sink or swim. Its very stressful, with lotsa emails bombardment addressed to you, and having no idea of what to do. Doesn’t help that the previous person left alot of things undone, so by the time I got bombarded, it all became urgent matters

:(:(

so i have been clocking mad hrs. It was 10 pm yest, 11pm today. maybe midnight tmr? i hope not.

but i am loving it. there is alot to learn, and i really get to experienced the nature of transactions.

pray that my work performance is well-liked by my female boss. Staying late isn’t one of the factors of job performance, according to her standards.

It has been a week, and some observations have been made about my office. My dept works the hardest, and leaving at 8pm means half the dept is still hard at work. Leaving at 7pm means you are the earliest to leave. I know what time to reach work, to ensure that i am earlier than my boss. I know that I got a great view of a portion of the sea, and some parts of expressway. Food sucks. It’s quite a cold but nice culture, in the sense that everybody just talks about work. I have got alot to learn. I get flooded by 100++ dept emails a day.

That pretty up sums up my week. I have been putting in extra hours, and reading up as much as possible. I leave my house at 7am, and reach home at 9+. I blame it on the long travelling time of a minimal 3 hours on the road. Sigh. There are some offices near my house, and I used to envision that I will work in those offices, so that I can be home within 15 minutes of walking. Hard luck. Turns out that my first job requires me to work late and travel long distances.

The only sunshine at the end of the rainbow would be the 5 kg weight loss for my graduation dinner. This target should be pretty easy to hit, since I seldom eat dinner except for some milk and Uncle Toby’s bar. By the time i reach home at 9+, I am fatigued and dinner is definitely not on my priority. Hence I usually eat some breakfast bar on the bus for dinner (the very irony). So far so good, I think i lost 1-2 kgs within the first week of work -_-

I feel like I have no life now, besides work. And i really missed school. But at least I am still meeting friends, and meeting different people every week.

I need to have some real human contact, rather than those at work.

Tomorrow is D-Day. I will commence working tomorrow. Travelling is a real bitch, and I haven’t got enough time or resources to think of a good solution to slay the bitch. It takes 1.5 hours on the bus, and to give allowance I have to leave the house 2 hours earlier. Which means, I have to wake up at 6am. I feel like a primary school kid.

Speaking of Primary school kid, I packed some milk (for growing breasts), and uncle toby’s to accompany me on this scary day. Hopefully my stomach won’t growl at all. I have to get used to structured eating time. Usually during school, I just eat when i feel like it, which is great.

I have bought new clothes, new bags for my working days. So far I think i have 3 weeks worth of tops, and 2 weeks worth of skirts/pants for my work. I think it is more than sufficient. heh. After which when I get my pay, its gonna be more than 1 months worth of tops and skirts/pants.

Waking up so early, also means early bed time for me. I guess the latest I have to go to bed would be 11pm. And guess what, I had my period today (buy one get one free: free cramps), which means tomorrow I will be down with the friggin cramps as well. Sucks to be a woman.

Ok, wish me luck tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!

I just got my contract which stated my pay. It’s not a normal internship pay though. Phew, as i expected 2 times lesser. But it’s still quite a pay cut compared to a perm position, but its ok. Its only 3 months and then I will be a permanent staff.

I may be going to Dubai in August on a learning trip. Quite excited about it, as it ends just after my internship. Talk about good timing. So this trip can be a relax cum learning trip before I start work again. The price is very affordable too as it is heavily subsidized. Woot! But the temperature will be a downer as it is summer time. Its 45-50 degrees. My goodness, I will turned out cooked!

Heh, i am going to pulua bukom now to see some oil refinery. And I have been giving alot of tuition, which suits me fine as it is my lull period and I am super free. And it means more money as well!

I am ill-prepared for my work. I need to buy a ton of things before I am ready.

1) work clothes (1 week’s worth)
2) shoes
3) bag
4) makeup and removal
5) breakfast items

I need to prepare breakfast, since I don’t have the habit of eating that before school. Heh, I have no morning lesson so most of the time I eat branch at 10am and pass it off as 2 meals. But now, i can’t as I have to wake up early at 6am (reminds me of primary school days), leave the house at 730am and i need proper meal.

I think i need to put makeup now. I have been makeupless for my whole uni life, and its time to stop scaring people.

So much to prepare and only 2 weeks left to do so.

In my recent blog posts, I mentioned about the increase in my peach flower luck. One of them was actually Mr Shit.

Somehow we have gotten close together these past few months through the projects and classes we had together. During the study break we even studied together quite abit. Maybe feelings slowly develop through this interaction.

Once I posted some pics of us being quite close during a project meeting, and the every next morning my sister questioned me about Mr Shit. Can you imagine opening your eyes to the first rays of sunlight and thinking ” is it time to wake up or can I snooze for another 5 minutes?”, when your sis ask you “You and Mr Shit quite compatible hor?”

My gosh, the 5 minutes snoozing did not happen, and I have to answer the interrogation that followed.
That day was my birthday btw and she didn’t wish me happy birthday first thing in the morning -_-.

Nevertheless I shared with my sister and said that Mr Shit is very uncle and ah pek, which I have duly conveyed to him. Yes Mrs Lim is very frank and not very tactful. I even said words to the extent of ” You don’t know you have assaulted my eyes with your clothes for the past 3 months meh?”

tsk tsk. My bad. I know I am wrong and have repented since then.

But during the critique session which I have imposed onto Mr Shit, I said ” I remember you got this pink shirt right? ”

And then in the past 2 weeks, he actually wore the pink shirt to school twice, after being hidden in the dark corners of the wardrobe for ultra long. The pink shirt thanks Mrs Lim for seeing the light of day, finally!

He started dressing better also since then, more polo tshirts (since I told him to learn how to dress from another project mate), and gelling of his hair.

And there was the time whereby he was very pissed with the well-dressed project mate for that said project mate was channeling more efforts into this looks/tv/sleep/personal activities than into our project. For once, I wasn’t mad with the project mate at all. Logic is simple. That project is quite simple and we can have a slight free-rider in the group. And well-dressed project mate is actually a funny/shitty dude and he adds joy and laughter to the project meeting. Mr Shit was influenced by my explaination and started to like well-dressed project mate more. (I know he was influenced because he went to tell our mutual friend about this project mate and how he listened to me and changed his perception later).

And there was the one whereby I refused to cramp into the small space beside him and his friends to study. I went and sit at a huge table alone instead cause I freaking need space when I study. He walked over to me and asked me why I didn’t want to sit next to him, and said he can get the friends to shift. Thanks, but no thanks. Then his friends left, and there was space, so I shifted back. But instead of sitting next to him, I sat beside mutual friend (with her between the both of us). He shifted to sit beside me instead. -_-

But don’t think i will be updating more on Mr Shit as school as ended, and its hard to keep in touch. I will be starting work soon, and there will be a new set of worries. Also, he’s the super non-proactive guy. He was lamenting that he has no gf during his 4 years in uni (actually he never had gf before), and I asked him the simple question “how many girls did you chase before?” And the answer is a big fat zero. Somehow Mr Shit expects gfs to drop from heaven.

I told my kaypo father about him and the other short guy. My father is damn funny. He kept pestering my sister to tell him more. My father has the best eavesdropping skills in the world, there’s no need for bugs at all. Anyway my dad isn’t in favour of guys from his nationality (the title is the chinese pronunciation) cause they are stingy. Doesn’t help that the Susilo and LeeJiaWei incident splash on national news to re-iterate that fact.

Reading the above book now.

Await my 360 degree transformation to be a bitch!

It’s surreal graduating. I ended my paper 1.5 hrs ago. And I have no idea how to feel.

Spot me at mambo.