I arrived at work feeling super slow and down. It wasn't the best day of my working life, nothing happened, yet the dark grey clouds whirling inside of me is not making a dull working session bearable. I sat there doing my mundane work, keying in data, compiling the documents, mindlessly going through the work which I have been doing for the last 3 months.
Then I felt it. I was going to cry, right there and then in the reception area, in front of the teachers and students who are just going through their one more day of life.
I don't get it. Why am I doing this to myself? I know it's the hormones coming up, but why am I doing this, something which I haven't found meaning to, yet keep striving to carry on just because the hours are great and it pays handsomely...
I think my parents are glad that I'm finally doing this, teaching music. When I was young and attended piano lessons, dad would wish that I can be a piano teacher when I grow up, which I insisted that I wouldn't. But now, where am I? Doing the very thing my dad has wished for and not happy.
Not doing well, at all. I'm slowly losing the passion to work. I drag my feet to classes, and as much as I try to come up with new things to play about in class, how am I supposed to teach the children the fun of piano when I don't enjoy it myself? It's killing me, it's killing the joy of my play-and-learn class too.
I used to plan and practise for my play-and-learn class weeks in advance, carrying out the games and activities in my hall with an empty audience, and of course disturbing my sister's afternoon nap, or the maid's TV session. Then I was having fun. Now I struggle to put myself to plan and practise even for that, what I enjoyed so much.
Weekends are bad, because most classes are on the weekends, and mostly are piano classes. Every weekend children come in to learn how to work the machine with black and white keys. The book/instruction manual will say crotchet C, and they have to press the button C for one count. Quaver D, means half the time of the one, and the next button after C.
It's boring, it's frustrating, it's meaningless, it's not enjoyable, it's just working out a machine and try to make out a musical piece if you're lucky enough. This is not music as I define, it's memorization and regurgitation without understanding what's happening.
One girl who's barely 4 wanted to learn piano. Barely FOUR. Can't even speak well nor understand enough English to comprehend, need less to say, Italian terms would have to wait for another 3-4 years before they can be memorized. She's just learning to write, she can't control her own fingers well enough for fine motor activities, let alone hitting the piano machine. I looked at her sitting in my class and felt sinful. I know I'm killing the musicality in the girl. She's going to give up sooner than we can say 'piano'.
ShinShin said I'm lost. Yup, "lost" seems like an appropriate word. I can't bring myself to think that I'm doing it all just for the pay. I'm slowly losing it yet I feel that I need to carry on to save up enough for my upcoming trip.
Perhaps it's not for me after all, it's not working out, isn't it?
Showing posts with label Being Malaysians. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being Malaysians. Show all posts
GOOD English
People like to tell me, "Your English is good," and soon they'll quickly add, "Can you help me with a document?"
I'm used to it, nothing really, but it doesn't always end up a happy chore.
See, I may speak English and write English slightly better than them, but I do not do documents professionally. Often times when I send the documents back to the person they'd say, "What are you trying to say, your English too good, I can't understand. Can you change it?" or "Wah, like this ar, I ask my xxx to check and see." I wouldn't bother too much if it's the first time, but 2nd, 3rd and 4th time it frustrates me because SINCE YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT MY ENGLISH IS TOO EFFING GOOD FOR YOU WHY DONT YOU DO IT YOURSELF OR ASK SOMEONE ELSE WITH POORER ENGLISH TO DO FOR YOU?
Please lah, don't tell me "Your English very good" when you reject my work. I said I'd try my best but I'm not a writer or anything alright? I do not need your so called praise. Seriously.
Not that this has happened recently, just something came up which reminded me of a past incident which I haven't remember to vent out the unhappiness. Haha. I guess, I forgive, but never forget. Sigh, I'm so done with Malaysians. I'm gonna migrate, to Mars maybe.
I'm used to it, nothing really, but it doesn't always end up a happy chore.
See, I may speak English and write English slightly better than them, but I do not do documents professionally. Often times when I send the documents back to the person they'd say, "What are you trying to say, your English too good, I can't understand. Can you change it?" or "Wah, like this ar, I ask my xxx to check and see." I wouldn't bother too much if it's the first time, but 2nd, 3rd and 4th time it frustrates me because SINCE YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT MY ENGLISH IS TOO EFFING GOOD FOR YOU WHY DONT YOU DO IT YOURSELF OR ASK SOMEONE ELSE WITH POORER ENGLISH TO DO FOR YOU?
Please lah, don't tell me "Your English very good" when you reject my work. I said I'd try my best but I'm not a writer or anything alright? I do not need your so called praise. Seriously.
Not that this has happened recently, just something came up which reminded me of a past incident which I haven't remember to vent out the unhappiness. Haha. I guess, I forgive, but never forget. Sigh, I'm so done with Malaysians. I'm gonna migrate, to Mars maybe.
pitch
Since the external noise can be loud (especially with motorcycles and buses and wind (high speed)) I can turn on my music to quite a volume, so I can hear them. Plus they keep me awake. =P
So one day the player was playing this song: see above. And I stopped at the traffic light. And it reached the high pitch part. (You'll have to play it to know, 3:10-3:20). The motorcyclist who just pulled over to my passenger window got shocked by the scream like sound and turned to stare at me.
What to do? I'd only pretend that I didn't know anything about anything. =) Thank goodness for green lights!
Today during nap time, I laid down next to this girl, a 4 year old Korean girl who has the no-need-to-sleep pass. (She just attended school late last year, and has been exposed to English and Mandarin since then)
I pretended to fall asleep and made snoring sound. She looked at me, and came closer.
I then snorted really loud expecting to give her a fright, instead, she mumbled softly (but I could hear because the room was so quiet with everyone sleeping), "yer, you is pig."
I pretended to sleep, and then almost immediately she said,
"why you is animal?"
I chuckled out loud and 'woke up' to stare at her.
"I is mouse."
Then I realized she meant her Chinese zodiac. This girl sure knows a lot.
"teacher KC, what is you animal?"
"I'm a dragon. Roar!"
"Why you is dragon one?" (Yup, she speaks Malaysian English no thanks to the Malaysians in school)
"Why are you a mouse?" I asked her back.
"Because my mummy say I is mouse one!" she replied with such confidence.
"Because my mummy said I'm a dragon!" I replied with the exact same tone.
And she was done.
10 minutes later her friends are waking up. She went up to a 3 year old who just woke up and asked her, "你是什么动物？"
=) I'm amazed, and really proud of this girl, who is mastering English, Mandarin, Korean and even Bahasa so well.
他躺在我的手臂上……让我顿时决定要养个肉肉的手臂，因为它会是一支舒服的手臂……
I pretended to fall asleep and made snoring sound. She looked at me, and came closer.
I then snorted really loud expecting to give her a fright, instead, she mumbled softly (but I could hear because the room was so quiet with everyone sleeping), "yer, you is pig."
I pretended to sleep, and then almost immediately she said,
"why you is animal?"
I chuckled out loud and 'woke up' to stare at her.
"I is mouse."
Then I realized she meant her Chinese zodiac. This girl sure knows a lot.
"teacher KC, what is you animal?"
"I'm a dragon. Roar!"
"Why you is dragon one?" (Yup, she speaks Malaysian English no thanks to the Malaysians in school)
"Why are you a mouse?" I asked her back.
"Because my mummy say I is mouse one!" she replied with such confidence.
"Because my mummy said I'm a dragon!" I replied with the exact same tone.
And she was done.
10 minutes later her friends are waking up. She went up to a 3 year old who just woke up and asked her, "你是什么动物？"
=) I'm amazed, and really proud of this girl, who is mastering English, Mandarin, Korean and even Bahasa so well.
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他躺在我的手臂上……让我顿时决定要养个肉肉的手臂，因为它会是一支舒服的手臂……
Peers and their careers
Was just looking through my friends list in FB. It seems, it seems, that most of my peers are out in the work field. So guess what.
Almost everyone's got a bombastic job. Either in a multinational company, or got an awesome job title. Yup I'm being the sour grape here, for being a teacher in a preschool. I mean, I'm glad about it, but from comparison, of course I would lose too much to someone who's working in "Ernst and Young", or someone who's a Chief Operation Officer, or whatever...
You know?
I'm not working under the government, so no "Works with the Ministry of ..."
I'm not working in a multinational company.
I don't have a bombastic job title.
I don't even earn that enough.
I'm surviving, I'm contented. But I can't help wondering if it would be different. If I haven't made up my mind to work with kids that early, would I have taken some time to wonder a little, try this and that. Jump into a demanding company, meet lots of different people, get involved in larger than me projects, earn big bucks, get flown here and there... Because I know I am capable of those. I see people less capable than me doing it big, challenging their work and growing tall. Yet I'm here. Working at a place the society perceives as "for not-so-high-achievers", earning average, handling jobs that do not require high intelligence but skills, unstressful easy job that 'everyone can do, but would do only temporarily, or after they retire'.
I know this is what I want. And I'm happy doing it. But just can't help to wonder, if it would have been different..
Places and People
After a year being back in Penang, I'm still having 'culture shock' whenever I go shopping. True story.
For the past 4 and a half years in KL, I've became much more independent than the many years before in Penang, for I had to buy things, fix things, talk to people, do this, do that all by myself living without my parents. And in KL, there are so many kind of people (Chinese, Malay, Indian, foreigners, etc), that the society was to speak in English to anyone just to be safe. Even Chinese speaks English to Chinese people, cuz there are many bananas in KL, as a matter of factly.
In short, I've been somewhat 'programmed' to speak English to service providers, food sellers (exclude some minority hawkers which I have observed to speak certain languages eg Cantonese/ Mandarin) and all the random people (whom I may stop to ask direction etc) automatically.
But back in Penang, people speak Hokkien. Or Mandarin. It's the Pearl of Orient, or Island of Hokkien.
There was once in the beginning of the year when I went shopping and wanted to go into the fitting room when the person asked me how many pieces of clothing do I have in Hokkien, and I couldn't understand what was being said. I'm quite fluent in Hokkien as I speak it with my family and close friends, but then I was 'programmed' to use the English language to people in malls, especially the promoters and cashiers and all. I was actually in a temporary state of shock and disbelief that branded outlet promoters use Hokkien to customers. Weird, but true.
It's been almost a year back in Penang, and I still find it very hard to switch to the local culture. It's still weird and unnatural for me, to use other languages other than English to people (especially in malls). Mandarin is still ok, but Hokkien is a little just too much for me.
It's not like I cannot speak Mandarin, but am just automatically switched to the 'English mode' when I go to malls and places similar. Sometimes I wonder if people who are with me thinks that I'm trying to be a banana. Funny, but awkward. Moments I think I should put more effort in adapting to the local culture, but most of the times, nyeh, I think English is just fine.
Successful. Define.
Some days I click on my FB friends' profiles and check out what they're doing. Are they furthering their studies? Are they still whining about exams? Are they working? Are they traveling overseas?
Sometimes I realize that many of my age, are successfully working in big companies, some even in big companies overseas. They work with a team of ang mohs, they go to big restaurants that we've never heard the names before, they seemed successful.
I get envious, of how the same batch of people (me and them) could end up in so different places. They're successful at such a young age, lead a team of caucasions and westerners, earn big bucks, eat expensive, while I earn so little, eat cheap bread, and lead a team of nobody, and is doing a job which the society thinks is 'easy' and 'worthless'. I get envious, of how they have so much to spend while I don't. I get envious, I'm sure people would praise them for being so successful at such young age, and look at them with admiration.
But I ask myself if that's what I want. And I know this is good enough. To know that I may be a small fry who makes a meaningful difference to tomorrow's world, not economically, not technically, but morally and for the society's well being as a whole. I may not achieve the goal so big, but at least I know my place and meaning very well. And I'm comfortable being not rich and not looked upon. =)
grr
fed up with the newly bought laminator that has broken down for the second time. i have no understanding of how many times a brand new machine can break down every single time it's used, and it's barely a week since its purchase.
I totally wrote a nice email to scold the person in charge. how can a person sell a stupid faulty machine to a school. it's as if we don't have anything better to do than to chase around a faulty machine. grrr
Nothing beats a fresh yummy ice cold kopi-peng to kickstart a wonderful sunday morning
a trip to the market is not awesome when it's about rubbing shoulders, arms and legs with sweaty marketing people. Plus the slippery wet floor with splashing fish juice everywhere at the fish section...
but it's all worth it when it's topped with an awesome take-away pack of kopi-peng!!
USM Students Most Wanted concert
Last night I attended the first concert of my life. Nope, not super hit Korean stars, not over 200bucks ticket, but it was utterly awesome. It's a 10bucks ticket university students musical concert, more of the music appreciation kind rather than the rise and jump to the beats like mad, but it was definitely a concert.
The event was supposed to start at 7.30pm, oh well, to be fair, they started playing the advertisement videos at 7.30pm sharp. But then we were left to wait again, by the time the event director, and assistant, and very important guest and yada yada yada people get up the stage to lecture and receive presents it was my bedtime already. Nah, just kidding, but it was very late alright.
As soon as the music started to roll, it was amazing. Like phenomenal kind of amazing. The voices were beautiful, the musicians were awesome (well, maybe except that first violinist who kinda screwed up perhaps due to stage fright or crowd fright), the in-between sketches were creative, original and so funny! I can't say for every single audience, but I and most people sure had good laughs and didn't want the show to end!
What made the show even more special and meaningful to me was that there was a little video of our school's children telling who they love and how they show love. Aww, the kids did really well, and kudos to the photographer and the editor who made the video looked so fantastic and heart warming. =) I was all smiles, mouth hanging ear to ear throughout the video.
I was truly inspired, at the same time felt so little. Inspired by how a bunch of students can come together and produce such wonderful music and show, all through their own efforts by means of their own, driven by dream and passion. Felt so little knowing that I'm so capable yet not-driven and incapable.
It was the RM10 most well spent.
Work
I loved what she said. Though it made me guiltier for being ashamed of my profession later on in the day, but I felt that at least someone understood what I meant the good job is.
She said "It's getting paid to play." and she said, "they (preschool teachers) are the only people in the world who are happy to go to work."
I'm loving the job, and still learning to cope with all the stereotypes that comes with it. I understand that people stereotype (correctly and incorrectly) all occupations. But nyeh. It'll take some time getting used to, especially the incorrect ones.
She said "It's getting paid to play." and she said, "they (preschool teachers) are the only people in the world who are happy to go to work."
I'm loving the job, and still learning to cope with all the stereotypes that comes with it. I understand that people stereotype (correctly and incorrectly) all occupations. But nyeh. It'll take some time getting used to, especially the incorrect ones.
Early Childhood Music
Started the first day of the music course. It's interesting, the whole program designed for young children from birth to age 6 and up is so powerful and impactful, if any child would to follow through the program, s/he will be sure to benefit for his/her whole life either in music or any other domains.
Unfortunately the trainer was an old lady who was a my-way person. Everything is wrong except if we follow her EXACTLY. I mean, WTH, she would interrupt everyone's "introduce yourself" session and talk about herself and what she knows and cut off people; everything is wrong if we don't follow what she would say word by word; she can't sing exactly to pitch but she requires us (newbies) to sing to pitch in half a minute. Gosh. Can't stand her.
Just very glad that the program is very well designed and beneficial to all who attends.
Unfortunately the trainer was an old lady who was a my-way person. Everything is wrong except if we follow her EXACTLY. I mean, WTH, she would interrupt everyone's "introduce yourself" session and talk about herself and what she knows and cut off people; everything is wrong if we don't follow what she would say word by word; she can't sing exactly to pitch but she requires us (newbies) to sing to pitch in half a minute. Gosh. Can't stand her.
Just very glad that the program is very well designed and beneficial to all who attends.
Job
Sometimes the response people give me is really hurtful. Perhaps they don't mean bad, but it makes me feel that they're looking down on such a significant job in the world. Though I always smile it off and be happy that they don't know better and be glad that I'm having a great job and they're suffering by the day, sometimes it does affect me a little.
A high school mate,
"WIth the psych degree can't be counselor?"
"Not really, need to od masters."
"So with the degree can only do this kind of job?"
A girl 2 years younger than I am,
"So what are you doing?"
"I'm a preschool teacher."
"Oh, good good. Easier, not stressful lah."
Hello, what kind of job? Easy? Come do it yourself! I mean, the way it's said really frustrates me. Urgh I don't even know what to say now.
A high school mate,
"WIth the psych degree can't be counselor?"
"Not really, need to od masters."
"So with the degree can only do this kind of job?"
A girl 2 years younger than I am,
"So what are you doing?"
"I'm a preschool teacher."
"Oh, good good. Easier, not stressful lah."
Hello, what kind of job? Easy? Come do it yourself! I mean, the way it's said really frustrates me. Urgh I don't even know what to say now.
Balloon
Who are you to laugh and tease the kiddo who says "boo-loon" when you're saying "bear-loon". =D
Marks
I graded the intern colleague for her practicum. I didn't feel powerful and authorized like I imagined I would. Instead, I felt obligated to conform and be nice and lenient.
After twice assessing, from pretty good marks to even better, I was asked to add the marks again. Frankly I wasn't in a great friendly mood due to some dissatisfaction of the person after some observation and feedback (don't worry about the confusion as this sentence is not written for anyone's understanding of the situation). Anyways. I felt cornered and obligated to add marks, though I felt awfully disgusted by the greed and discontentment.
After some persuasion I did complied like a brainless idiot, and after the girls recalculated their new marks, they expressed that the points I added just added 0.5 marks, which makes no difference at all. Excuse me?
I don't wanna say this cuz I don't wanna compare, but back in HELP, we would fight and be so happy even for 0.1 marks for it makes all the difference in the world (thanks to Ms Winnee for the enlightenment and brainwash!!). I gave her 4 marks extra and added a 0.5 percent in her total grade and that's all she can say? I felt so sad and disappointed. Very.
It proved my observation right indeed. Suddenly I became negative and distrustful.
After twice assessing, from pretty good marks to even better, I was asked to add the marks again. Frankly I wasn't in a great friendly mood due to some dissatisfaction of the person after some observation and feedback (don't worry about the confusion as this sentence is not written for anyone's understanding of the situation). Anyways. I felt cornered and obligated to add marks, though I felt awfully disgusted by the greed and discontentment.
After some persuasion I did complied like a brainless idiot, and after the girls recalculated their new marks, they expressed that the points I added just added 0.5 marks, which makes no difference at all. Excuse me?
I don't wanna say this cuz I don't wanna compare, but back in HELP, we would fight and be so happy even for 0.1 marks for it makes all the difference in the world (thanks to Ms Winnee for the enlightenment and brainwash!!). I gave her 4 marks extra and added a 0.5 percent in her total grade and that's all she can say? I felt so sad and disappointed. Very.
It proved my observation right indeed. Suddenly I became negative and distrustful.
Grades
The intern colleague got assessed today. Let's just say she haven't fully gotten classroom management yet. I would talk to her off and on, and she's slowly improving, but hmm, I don't think she performs as good as she thinks and today's assessment totally ruined her confidence. I'm not good in reading people, but I can tell she's not feeling herself today.
Anyways. I was expected to assess my fellow colleague of her performance, which I did. Frankly I refered to the others' marks and standards, I felt a strong pressure to rate a higher grade. Don't get me wrong, she's not all that bad, but it's just that my background from HELP has trained me to not take marks and grades for granted because they can be crude, and most importantly, unless you're near genius and creative in application, you will certainly won't get an A; and a B+ is what a rare above average student will get.
As I shared with another fellow colleague on my grading method, I frankly explained that if I were to grade according to my understanding of grades and my standard of expectation from an intern, it wouldn't be that amazing. I would never give Grade A for an average work.
Anyways. I was expected to assess my fellow colleague of her performance, which I did. Frankly I refered to the others' marks and standards, I felt a strong pressure to rate a higher grade. Don't get me wrong, she's not all that bad, but it's just that my background from HELP has trained me to not take marks and grades for granted because they can be crude, and most importantly, unless you're near genius and creative in application, you will certainly won't get an A; and a B+ is what a rare above average student will get.
As I shared with another fellow colleague on my grading method, I frankly explained that if I were to grade according to my understanding of grades and my standard of expectation from an intern, it wouldn't be that amazing. I would never give Grade A for an average work.
Chasing Dreams
I got a pretty decent offer to pursue one of my life goals recently.
For the first time I felt so right, and almost went for it. But I got held back by so called responsibilities, and not breaking trust people had on me.
I got so frustrated, for I know what I want, yet am always not chasing after my dreams. For my dreams are not socially or monetarily beneficial. I can't live off living my dreams, I have responsibilities and bigger dreams, but are these just excuses I made for myself just because I'm scared to make a change or take a risk?
I "talked" to an elderly today. I told him I'm working in a preschool. I never expected him to be different from the society, but still it was a disappointment. He told me, "Yea, it's a good experience. After all you're still young. Soon when the time comes you can change to bigger corporation." And I knew it was time to shut off the following advises.
I know, and understand, how difficult it is to chase a dream, for everyone else's so called dreams are money.
For the first time I felt so right, and almost went for it. But I got held back by so called responsibilities, and not breaking trust people had on me.
I got so frustrated, for I know what I want, yet am always not chasing after my dreams. For my dreams are not socially or monetarily beneficial. I can't live off living my dreams, I have responsibilities and bigger dreams, but are these just excuses I made for myself just because I'm scared to make a change or take a risk?
I "talked" to an elderly today. I told him I'm working in a preschool. I never expected him to be different from the society, but still it was a disappointment. He told me, "Yea, it's a good experience. After all you're still young. Soon when the time comes you can change to bigger corporation." And I knew it was time to shut off the following advises.
I know, and understand, how difficult it is to chase a dream, for everyone else's so called dreams are money.
Rich!
I now proudly own two funny 5 year olds with A+ Manglish.
Boy: My mummy don't have money. My mummy say she no money cannot buy Thomas train for me.
Girl: My mummy has a lot of money!
Me: Oh so your mummy has lots of money to buy Thomas trains for you.
Girl: No, she don't buy Thomas train because I not a boy.
Always...
Boy: (fart) Oops, I poot-poot.
Me: Farted.
Boy: (repeat the exact same tone) Oops, I farted.
some days ago...
Boy: (came up from the dining table) Teacher KC! Just now I erk-erk.
Me: You burped?
Boy: (Look at me in confusion) I erk-erk.
Me: You burped?
Boy: (hesitated) I erk-erk.
Me: (nod) You burped?
Boy: I erk-erk.
Me: You burped?
Boy: I erk-erk.
Me: You burped?
Boy: (reluctantly) Yea.
After the class we went down.
The other teacher: Just now he threw up into his snack box.
Me: Oh~~~ That's why he didn't correct himself when I asked if he burped.
Short while the mother came.
Me: He threw up during snack time.
Mother: (to the boy) Huh? Just now you erk-erk ah? Aiyo.
Boy: My mummy don't have money. My mummy say she no money cannot buy Thomas train for me.
Girl: My mummy has a lot of money!
Me: Oh so your mummy has lots of money to buy Thomas trains for you.
Girl: No, she don't buy Thomas train because I not a boy.
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Always...
Boy: (fart) Oops, I poot-poot.
Me: Farted.
Boy: (repeat the exact same tone) Oops, I farted.
some days ago...
Boy: (came up from the dining table) Teacher KC! Just now I erk-erk.
Me: You burped?
Boy: (Look at me in confusion) I erk-erk.
Me: You burped?
Boy: (hesitated) I erk-erk.
Me: (nod) You burped?
Boy: I erk-erk.
Me: You burped?
Boy: I erk-erk.
Me: You burped?
Boy: (reluctantly) Yea.
After the class we went down.
The other teacher: Just now he threw up into his snack box.
Me: Oh~~~ That's why he didn't correct himself when I asked if he burped.
Short while the mother came.
Me: He threw up during snack time.
Mother: (to the boy) Huh? Just now you erk-erk ah? Aiyo.
50s
Just now in the ferry, the ah-pek working in the ferry suggested that I go polish up my car's scratch. That initiated a conversation.
He asked what I work as and how is my pay, I proudly told him that I get lower pay compared to corporate but I'm happy. The other guy exclaimed at the thought that 2 year olds in diapers need changing and washing, and explained that he just got married and haven't got children. LOL I can imagine him and his first diaper change, happy but disgusted. Oh men.
The ah-pek then asked me if I got boyfriend, then asked if he's got chance. Frankly, though he was joking, I don't know if I should be glad or sad that the joke came from someone my father's age, most probably older than dad even. Whoa, if we do make it, it would be like, I'm just starting my career and my boyfriend is retiring. LOL
It was fun, having small harmless talks. The people were friendly and helpful, though some may think they're busybody and 'aunties'. Just so happen I was in a good mood I guess.
He asked what I work as and how is my pay, I proudly told him that I get lower pay compared to corporate but I'm happy. The other guy exclaimed at the thought that 2 year olds in diapers need changing and washing, and explained that he just got married and haven't got children. LOL I can imagine him and his first diaper change, happy but disgusted. Oh men.
The ah-pek then asked me if I got boyfriend, then asked if he's got chance. Frankly, though he was joking, I don't know if I should be glad or sad that the joke came from someone my father's age, most probably older than dad even. Whoa, if we do make it, it would be like, I'm just starting my career and my boyfriend is retiring. LOL
It was fun, having small harmless talks. The people were friendly and helpful, though some may think they're busybody and 'aunties'. Just so happen I was in a good mood I guess.
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