I forgot to wish everybody happy mooncake festival. I didn’t do anything much, deciding that mooncake festival was a great time to pig out, RI and i went to a nearby restaurant to eat instead of heading home. Beer is dirt cheap although it is usually the very light version. 1 huge bottle for 6 rmb (1.20 sing), it is even cheaper than softdrinks. That explains the increase in the drinking we do.

We ordered stir-fried potato strips, fried beef cutlet with mayo (as good as an orgasm），chilli chicken with more chilli than chicken, and the whole bill comes to 6 sing each. Worth it as hell. somehow the beef in china is especially tasty compared to Singapore, and they have more beef than chicken, so I have no choice but to order beef.

We ate so heartily that by the time we are back home, we are stoned from over-eating and I fell asleep in the living room (AGAIN!) before we realised that we forgot to eat mooncakes and gaze at the moon.

I will be gone for the week to see these if i survive the 19-22 hours train ride there, guess where I am going?

Finally finished all the work and now I can breathe better now. The long OT hours at work and at home rendered me to gorging on food all the time. I know its unhealthy, but thank god, everything is back to normal and my normal appetite is back.

But work has been sucky not with RI but because of this correspondence whom I am supposed to send my work to for further improvement. She is supposed to give inputs but guess what, she decided to change and do her own work. And its not that my work is bad, cause my boss praised my work before I proceeded and i did put in adequate effort for it. This woman just can’t approve other people’s work and she decided to redo everything herself. Screw her! My boss on the other hand is MIA in some part of the world and she’s not answering the emails to protect her poor interns from the nasty stepmother. And my boss didn’t tell her what she wants when she told this stepmother to give her inputs. I gather that the evil stepmother thinks that inputs equates to her writing the report when my boss is in charge of writing the report. hmmm. Not a good way to get promoted bitch. Doesn’t help that now i am multi accented. i can speak canton- accented english and chinese, southern accented chinese and singlish accented english and chinese and of course the faux american and british accents. And when dealing with this woman, i can’t help but lapse into hk accent.

But today’s all good cause the boss finally replied an email and said that we will need more time instead of rushing out the report for the press conference. I hope that will silence all the emails for the time being.

Now i am in some crazy job application mode before the next slew of work comes and buries me alive. I have to apply for the famous 4, the banks and some other bank corporations. Woah. Doesn’t help that my grades guarantees that my resume and cover letter doesn’t see the light of day and goes straight to the bin. Oh oh well, my BATNA is at least the famous 4 so I am feeling more consoled.

Another interesting thing that happened is that I got picked up on a public bus. Weird but true. Being a foreigner makes you more delectable I think.

I think the dryer shrinks my clothes, cause my jeans are tight as hell still and i lost quite abit of weight. Hmmm.

someone just said he missed me very much but the words and actions just don’t gel together. Then i talked to Miss Eloquent who told me that he may be just joking. Not that, i like that friend very much but it sets me thinking about the value of words.

nowadays i hear alot of ” I haven’t met you for a long time, I miss you” and most of the time I reply “Ya, me too.”

The words ” I miss you” signifies much more than mere missing. To me, I will only say I miss you to my family and very close friends. Like, I really missed my family, Miss Pooh, Miss Eloquent, Mr Fag.

Don’t want to type too much now but my main gist is ” words somehow have lost their value.” Need to get back to work.

On a positive note, my work will get published. Cool ah?

My work is only to be only close scrutiny by 4 profs and doctors. I can only say “Holy shit!”. Alot of time was spent emailing them and being political correct. Bah. Now, I have to OT again to finish up my report. Doesn’t help that I am a perfectionist and my reports must be done beautifully.

And I read this and this with interest and I have my views.

But I need to catch up with my work first before I can put my thoughts coherently together.

typhoon alert. there was supposed to be one last night. After working late and having dinner at my fave pasta place, it was already 9pm. Plus the snatching of cabs which took another half an hour. Luckily (cab-snatching always depends on luck, skills), we manage to grab one before the typhoon strikes.

But the typhoon did not strike last night. I was too tired to wait up for the typhoon (mountain tortoise never see typhoon before ok?) and fell asleep on the couch again while watching telly. Must be the work stress getting to me. I slept at 4am the night before to finish up some work. I dreamt of my boss last night talking to me about work.

My colleagues warned me not to go to work today since the typhoon is supposed to raging. Thus RI and I are at home. We are Kiasee lah. And I think nobody is going to the office today so what the heck, I can do my work at home anyway.

So far from my condo, its just very windy and started raining abit. Fujian and Zhejiang province got hit the worst last night at 230am.

Will update soon on the typhoon alert.

Its about 8-9 months to me graduating from uni and embarking on this “great” path called work and I have been bombarded with all the recruitment exercises going on. THe bad thing is that I am away and can’t listen to all the career talks, its ultra busy time at work now, I don’t have time to send my resume and apply to all the banks. And the question that haunts me is do i want to work in a bank? Its easy to go with the flow and just end up in a bank, but i am searching my heart for what i really want to do. (notice big 4 is totally out of the pic. hahaha)

Job-hunting really sucks

i need more than 1 day to sort out all the banks, really think through about which companies I want to apply to, and complete this personality profile thing to see what sort of jobs i should apply for.

China is just like Singapore in the sense that Ang mohs are held in high esteem. As an english speaker, I am also held in higher respect than other people even though i am just an undergrad. Sometimes it pisses me off when they hold the ang mohs in such high esteem. Last sat, i came back to office and we have to sign in. Under the name section, naturally I wrote my name in English and was told to write in Chinese. Before me, there was a list of English written names and I questioned the security guard, why the disparity? And he said they are wai guo (foreigners) ren, to which I replied I am a wai guo ren as well. But nevertheless, not to make his life difficult, I wrote my name in Chinese.

Today was another classic example. The office internet was down and I badly need it for work. My chinese colleague called the property mangement office in our building and they shifted the internet blame to the internet provider guy and told us to call our own internet provider. And boy, i am evil. I called them up, spoke in English, refuse to speak Chinese even when they asked me whether I can, and I almost got what I want: which is to get their officers into our office to take a look. But alas, our internet managed to work at that moment.

I am glad I am a Singapore Chinese. I can speak chinese, blend in and look like the locals (ok, my colleagues happily said I don’t even look like a singaporean), and pretend to be from fujian when i am shopping (if chinese local, can bargain and get better price), speak english when i demand better service from them (its sad but true).

went for a body massage on sat night and it was so comfortable, i almost fell asleep. I decided to take the risk and ask for a male masseur. But he gave me the ugliest pj ever and RI and I was laughing non-stop. But male masseurs are better and they can exert more force at the right spots.

Finally bought the train ticket to my holiday destination. The golden week is coming, and its 1 week of pure holiday. Bliss!

Haiyoh the people (meaning sisters) at home are very nosy. They kept asking about RI after reading it yesterday. And worse, one of them wanted to see the picture !!!!!!!!

On another note, there is a week long holiday approaching. Having another friend is sort of to facilitate traveling but somehow RI is being very unresponsive to the traveling suggestions I gave her. She just took a look and didn’t say much. Then she asked about the Peking which I have already been to.

I think RI is growing up. She might travel to Peking alone for the 7 days.

I am quite tired of her ai mai ai mai attitude. I will make my own travel arrangements and buy the train tickets this weekend. Train tickets get sold out very fast during the golden week. I think it will be nice to travel alone too. In-tune with myself also.

This whole week, I have been pmsing and feeling moody at work.

On a funny note, Mr Fag mentioned to me that he dreamt about me once. And then my question was ” I chio in your dream anot?”

Mr Fag’s answer was hilarious. ” It is a dream, not a makeover session.”

WAHAHAHAHA!

Miss Eloquent said that I should start a blog with this name cause i give her amusing stories all the time about my internship.

I told her I am so tired because I was busy being a mother and she straight away knew that it was because if the new intern. Most probably, i will be talking more about her here so she deserves a shortform NI.

Ok anyway NI is here and I thought that she will be the independent sort. Cause obviously I thought u learn to be independent when u stay abroad for almost half a year. Apparently not. She’s scared of china and she finds the place messy. She finds comfort in a cab cause she doesn’t need to be squeezing with people. What do i say except ” why the fuck you chose a china internship if you expect to be treated like royalty?” It’s people like her who gives Singaporeans a bad name I tell you.

Ok, decide to change her nick to RI meaning Royal Intern because Miss Eloquent said it will be funnier.

RI fell sick. And she fell sick because of her choice of food. She knew a sore throat was coming and what better but to drink ma la soup. So I have to cook my virgin pot of porridge for her and cook barley water (told you, i am a housewife liao). And since she’s not well still, I have to bring her to the hospital cause there is no clinic in shanghai.

Anyway that’s not the funny part. There was once I taught her how to use the washing machine. After which I went to work and she recuperated at home. Then I received a call ” Hello, the washing machine right. The washing powder didn’t get washed down by the water. So how ah?”

Mrs Lim’s solution of the day (after some eye-rolling which can’t be tell over the phone): Pour some water down to wash the washing powder down.

DUH with a font million D!

And I received another call another day” Hey which block do we stay at?”

Bravo RI!

Hard not to get on my nerves. i expect an adult not a baby.

But such things can’t be blamed. For her, it was her upbringing. Her mother wanted to come to china to ensure that she gets homecooked meals and clean laundry. A singaporean peidu mama except that she’s way overaged.

I am sure that there’s more stories to come but until now, I shall stop. I have some other stories about being the office repair lady next time.

On another good note, I lost 5 kgs already over here