I have more responsibilities now, but not more money.
The feeling I'm having these day, is kinda like playing a computer game called 'Simulation-Business', whereby the difficulty is set to hard level; in debt, with corrupted managers and uncooperative workers, limited resources, theft within the company, bad management system... blahblahblah.
That's all the resources that you can have to win the game...
...
I need a pay raise. And I'll always do.
I need to make myself so good that he'd never find someone else to replace me.
Then i'd ask for a really thick paycheck, which he'll not be able to refuse......
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Monday, June 25, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Sian
sian.
sian.
kan pua kan pua kan pua sian & dulan.
China can be a really fucked up place.
batteries, not included
My lorry's battery kena stolen when I left it in some dimly-lighted neighborhood, just beneath my friend's house. The locking mechanism that includes 2 bent nails locking it were cut with presumably, a pair of big snipper they use to break doors. And they couldn't be fucking bothered to unscrew the nail that attaches the wire to the battery, so they cut the wire too... making me pay another fucking $50 for it.
act like you're working; god's watching!
Then I went a police station to get a report filed, but they are so just fucking useless in China;
1.) no report number, no carbon copy, or computer record(no one would know if they dump it into the bin right after i left),
2.) made me wait 1.5 hours then start to interview me,
3.) made me repeat and repeat my answers over and over again like they can't understand Chinese,
4.) they speak with near-incomprehensible godknowswhere village slangs,
5.) none of the people inside the station other than 'the boss' was actually working or doing anything at all, except for smoking nonstop, drink tea, sleep or watch TV.
And finally, when they were gonna hand me a copy of a 'filed complaint' to claim insurance, they couldn't even fucking find their chop. Its a fucking police department chop lor, how can they lose it? They told me to come back again, tomorrow.
That's the 神州(Land of wonders) Police for you if you get into fucked up situations like this. They are just fucking eating away taxpayers money for NOTHING, nothing at all. Fuck you bastards, fuck you!!!
I went home, kena fuck by my Dad. He didn't fucking buy the cover-all-loss insurance, only got the traffic insurance which doesn't include theft. So I foot the bill for the battery... Paid a fresh RMB$500 for it. Well done! Nbcb!!! Hope you die a horrible death, asshole!! @$^#%*&#
sian.
kan pua kan pua kan pua sian & dulan.
China can be a really fucked up place.
batteries, not included
My lorry's battery kena stolen when I left it in some dimly-lighted neighborhood, just beneath my friend's house. The locking mechanism that includes 2 bent nails locking it were cut with presumably, a pair of big snipper they use to break doors. And they couldn't be fucking bothered to unscrew the nail that attaches the wire to the battery, so they cut the wire too... making me pay another fucking $50 for it.
act like you're working; god's watching!
Then I went a police station to get a report filed, but they are so just fucking useless in China;
1.) no report number, no carbon copy, or computer record(no one would know if they dump it into the bin right after i left),
2.) made me wait 1.5 hours then start to interview me,
3.) made me repeat and repeat my answers over and over again like they can't understand Chinese,
4.) they speak with near-incomprehensible godknowswhere village slangs,
5.) none of the people inside the station other than 'the boss' was actually working or doing anything at all, except for smoking nonstop, drink tea, sleep or watch TV.
And finally, when they were gonna hand me a copy of a 'filed complaint' to claim insurance, they couldn't even fucking find their chop. Its a fucking police department chop lor, how can they lose it? They told me to come back again, tomorrow.
That's the 神州(Land of wonders) Police for you if you get into fucked up situations like this. They are just fucking eating away taxpayers money for NOTHING, nothing at all. Fuck you bastards, fuck you!!!
I went home, kena fuck by my Dad. He didn't fucking buy the cover-all-loss insurance, only got the traffic insurance which doesn't include theft. So I foot the bill for the battery... Paid a fresh RMB$500 for it. Well done! Nbcb!!! Hope you die a horrible death, asshole!! @$^#%*&#
Friday, June 15, 2007
Life, normal.
---About work
My job, by itself is not too tough. I just need to manage people without educations of any kind that probably hates me a lot, keeping quality of our products in control while the people who do it are ruining it, ensuring rules and regulations are being abided to even though its near impossible to be followed...
Its the details, the small little details that are hard to handle. I feel like I'm working against a torrent of obstructions; my lack of knowledge in the technical expertise even though I've been here for nearly a year already, the people I work with and the language they speak (hunanese. sounds like mandarin but with a strange tongue curl to it.), which makes communication extremely hard. And even without it, it would be pointless also. What do they care about me anyway? duh.
There's been a problem with some stuff we ordered from Singapore and I might need to be attached to that company that makes the goods, as a QC... I'm looking forward to it....very much.
---About family
I spoke to my father last night about my brother and the exams he failed.
We are both aware that there's a problem in this whole situation; no one in the family actualy dotes on him, plays with him, or actually does things that are happy with him. My mom screams at him like crazy on the slightest things, me and my father in china most of the time, exposure to friends would be those online, on pellet-gun forums etc. We are concerned, very.
Father always say that buying things and encouraging him to play with interestings that he can learn from. It is not a bad thing actually, just that bro has no interest in anything like that. I see the whole scenario repeated again. His 'oh-lets-go-play+disect-this-and-learn-something-out-of-it-session'. Now that he doesn't have time, he stuffs bro with money and tells him that. Bro doesn't do that; bro buys guns with the money received and makes dad angry. Its a endless cycle.
Dad said he's hopeless. A cow can be brought to the river, but you can never make it drink.
I explained to him once again on my philosophy of learning. A person who wants to learn, is fueled by the passion that is 'infected' upon him or her by various factors such as environment, peers or his/her lifestyle. With a passion to do something, that person will want to find out the methods how to do it best.
To infect, is to make the cow thirsty. Walk it a few ten miles of road without water, then bring it to the river...
But the question that remains unanswered is, how to make bro thirst for knowledge? And who should do it?
My job, by itself is not too tough. I just need to manage people without educations of any kind that probably hates me a lot, keeping quality of our products in control while the people who do it are ruining it, ensuring rules and regulations are being abided to even though its near impossible to be followed...
Its the details, the small little details that are hard to handle. I feel like I'm working against a torrent of obstructions; my lack of knowledge in the technical expertise even though I've been here for nearly a year already, the people I work with and the language they speak (hunanese. sounds like mandarin but with a strange tongue curl to it.), which makes communication extremely hard. And even without it, it would be pointless also. What do they care about me anyway? duh.
There's been a problem with some stuff we ordered from Singapore and I might need to be attached to that company that makes the goods, as a QC... I'm looking forward to it....very much.
---About family
I spoke to my father last night about my brother and the exams he failed.
We are both aware that there's a problem in this whole situation; no one in the family actualy dotes on him, plays with him, or actually does things that are happy with him. My mom screams at him like crazy on the slightest things, me and my father in china most of the time, exposure to friends would be those online, on pellet-gun forums etc. We are concerned, very.
Father always say that buying things and encouraging him to play with interestings that he can learn from. It is not a bad thing actually, just that bro has no interest in anything like that. I see the whole scenario repeated again. His 'oh-lets-go-play+disect-this-and-learn-something-out-of-it-session'. Now that he doesn't have time, he stuffs bro with money and tells him that. Bro doesn't do that; bro buys guns with the money received and makes dad angry. Its a endless cycle.
Dad said he's hopeless. A cow can be brought to the river, but you can never make it drink.
I explained to him once again on my philosophy of learning. A person who wants to learn, is fueled by the passion that is 'infected' upon him or her by various factors such as environment, peers or his/her lifestyle. With a passion to do something, that person will want to find out the methods how to do it best.
To infect, is to make the cow thirsty. Walk it a few ten miles of road without water, then bring it to the river...
But the question that remains unanswered is, how to make bro thirst for knowledge? And who should do it?
---About the restaurant project
I discussed my restaurant plans with my cousin recently. He has the cash, and good management skills, great personality... all he needs is a good executor of his plans, which he hopes would be me.
But whats in it for me after it takes off?
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Viva Singapoorer! The things I did last week!
1. Asked for a glass of Red Wine on board the airplane and got a bemused look+weird 'okay' from the stewardess as a bonus. I do not know why... but well, at least she didn't ask me for my passport. The wine's from France and its not bad at all. ouht keep a bottle at home... hehe~
2. Totally forgot my assignment's deadline which means I'd probably have to freakin repeat my course...argh...-pwned-
3. Watched Pirates of the Carribeans 3. Stayed for 'special ending'. Had a long and well deserved toilet break after that...
4. Stayed in a queue for Boon Lay Nasi Lemak for 15 minutes without moving more than a few steps, had Ba Chor Mee instead...
5. Stepped on Singapore's grass! Its a wonderful feeling. They just don't have this kinda grass over there...
4. Enjoyed a 28 hours non-stop gaming therapy session with the boney dragon that rendered us dead tired,
5. Did a terrible presentation at the meeting with client. The deal is... sigh... =_=;
6. Ate Murtabak @ Zam-Zam! Delicious! Yummy! Hooooorayyyy! I love curry :D :D :D
7. Visited Geylang with the First person on our phonelists! And the Cow! The bastards! :P
*(Please kindly change his name on your phonelist to "Mr. First" or "Mr. Peng" from now on, so that he can suffer less of your 'accidentally call him non-stop' that he does not enjoy.)
8. Met Liz and a terrible gatekeeper with a bad attitude at Gate 42 which closed the gate at me, giving me a good excuse to stay another few days in Singapore...
7. Bought Pandan Cake...sigh.
Upcoming in production for youtube... :
The Pirates of the Pandan Leaves: Curse of the Pandan Cake!
6. Sat at coffee bean or some equivalent cafe @ Central with Ms. Viktoria & Co.
They are all nice, kinda kinky and crazy...
5. Passed by this cafe/restaurant place en route to a meet-a-melon session. Promised self to go there next time when he comes back to Singapore...
4. Played with Kaiwei's Canon 400D SLR Camera with that really cool pair of lens. Very tempted to pay 12 months of installments for it...very tempted. Had Nasi Goreng Ayam with him, his bro and cow after ripping lots of his wonderful photos which I will probably not share with u all.... ehehehehe~
3. For last third entry, I'd prove to you that cow's middle raised fingers' a permanent fixture on his hand. Just like hoofs on a cow eh...? And OH! HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND NOW! RAISE THE ALARMS! TELL EVERYONE! THE WITCH HUNT HAS BEGAN!!!!! XD
2. The last day on Singapore grounds. Second time to the airport in 7 days' time. No more money to burn. On board the 'legendary "LP" locker of doom... I was tied to a lousy chair, without water(unless i paid for amazingly exorbitant prices for it) and then transported to Hong Kong on that noisy machine. In my mind, I think I heard a voice saying this... "And in an emergency, if you're gonna need to walk the plank, lay it out yourself by pulling the two handles right next to ya! Don't know how to do it or cannot do it, die lor! We 'JS piratez' ain't gonna help ya with that! :P"
1. Back in Hong Kong. Hungry and poor. Burger King has taken Mcdonald's position @ the airport and is now selling burgers at 'UNBEATABLE' prices like SGD$8 a set meal! Wah lan!
Singapore Burger King how to compare!!!! LOL~
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