Self-protection is born with naturally just like all other creatures in the world, so I kind of understand the way that a person takes some actions but a little bit hurts someone else originally aiming for protecting himself or herself once something might damage his or her personal benefit. If confronting issue, I have thought human beings with spirits should be different to other animals and much more calculating in treating others whoever is close friends or long-distant fellows to ward off breaking own advantages. For instance, during working, nobody would not like to grip a hot potato but throw it away as early as possible to avoid any unnecessary trouble on his or her head. I am learning from heaps of lessons. I didn't have a sense to ponder the problem or think over the meaning behind of what someone spoke to me. Sometimes I was able to see through the trick made by someone, but most of time I was a booby to some unfriendly traps made by people who were up to no good and jumped into in straight away without hesitation. Normally it was too late as I acknowledged where I was and how stupid I was. The only thing I could do was to have to accept the result whatever it was. All right, have more hearts from now on.

This morning, on the train I peeked at the man sit next to me who was replaying email. He is mid-life guy with manager-like looks. The email system he was using is IBM Lotus Notes as well as my current company and previous company applies. From the email he was on, I guessed he is a manager because it is started by ‘Hi teams’. There are some questions in my mind right sway---How old is he? What is his company and position? How come is he so busy that reverts to email on the way to work?....I pretended to watch mag--Women’s Day actually my eyes kept sweeping over what he was hitting. Luckily, he didn’t notice there was a peeper beside him.;-)))

This afternoon, I was fed up with the time have nothing to do then gawking at the monitor screen and extremely didn't like to be caged in the suffocating building. Sitting there, I recalled that Laura and I went to shopping at the working time in Beijing and we bought a white and black formal shirt with good style at a boutique around TA YUAN. How enjoyable the time we had and how conveniently we caught a bus or taxi to go somewhere in Beijing. Now DFO (Direct Factory Outlet) where is place for a bunch of famous Australian brands selling their stocks with big discount is so close to our company, only 15 minutes by walking, but it is unlikely to escape from the office for some personal purpose—shopping or something else, otherwise I would lose the job once discovered. I need this job to live on. OK, don’t disobey the company’s discipline. Abruptly I had an idea whether I could be able to produce a series OFFICEBREAK at heart.

Recently, it is so boring that my usual weekend pastime is mainly focused on watching Chinese DVD, which makes me dwell on the past life in China although it was bloody busy. At that stage, I got used to working overtime and didn’t have time to think of how to kill the time, so I did look forward to the relaxing life without worrying about work at leisure time. Now I don't need to consider my job after work, but my anxiety is how I can deal with the rest of time. You would advise me to sleep, read, do exercise, go to park, or cultivate a hobby …..I have been trying and there are heaps of plans I can do on my hands, somehow I don’t have any interest in them currently, suddenly the life at my heart is not bright, and I don’t know where I am going….. Actually the radical reason why I feel so tiresome is that I miss home which always periodically occurs. Fondly remember previous life….especially dining with family at a big table…

In any case, I must stint myself on some words out of my tongue. Why? This morning, Diana, my supervisor got surprised after heard me speak 'f@#k off' as I really freaked out after talking with warehouse (WHS) supervisor regarding products transferring request for stock-out. One side, planner strongly forced me to answer when she could get the products, on the other side, WHS man chopped logic saying he had shortage of truck driver. I couldn't keep a curb on my temper then. So angry word was out of my mouth unconsciously and was caught by Diana. What a shame! She dragged me to meeting room and asked me what happened because she reckoned I was frustrated to extreme as long as I spoke out the obscene word. Frankly speaking, I didn't regard it as a serious thing especially I already forgot those disgusting issues after I released anger by my way. But Diana took it severely. My lord, big sister, please don't be too emphasized on what I said, you should make more acquaintance of my personality. I am the person who easily get grumpy by something might drive me mad meanwhile lightly calm down on the spot. The longer you stay with me, the more you know me. :-) Whatever, Diana, thank for your concern. I know you hope I could work happily in the office not be bothered by those bloody problems. Behave myself.

Arron invited me to join Lindsay's farewell lunch at Rhodes Yum Cha, I had a little hesitation as I thought about how I can dispose of my lunch brought. Just a flash of worry about my lunch box, then I made a decision to accept invitation. Two intriguing things are appealing me, one is Yum Cha, and another motivation is I am looking for a chance to talk with Lindsay who is going to work at Lenovo. My goodness, it is said he is the third PM (product manager) moving to Lenovo in our company. What a severe competition in staff digging between competitors. There is no doubt we had a beautiful lunch together, plus manager thankful and wishing speaking, Lindsay good-buy saying, I guess most of others were very happy for this free lunch.:-) I am not mean, just tell the truth. It took us 1.5 hours to finish lunch and every single one was yelling out,' I am full of.' Looking at clock which clicked 1:30, Why wasn't it 4:30? I would use the rest of 1 hour to brew up a cup of DONG SUH tea and check up incoming email then get ready for going home. But now I will have 4 hours to go. Reality is cruel, isn’t it?

Anyway, I need to say, ‘Lindsay, wish all the best in your future endeavor.’ We left over personal email each other for keeping in touch in future.

I lost several hundred $ due to my fault in filling tax form as started new job, wrongly ticking off the item that requires me to pay tax range between 0-$6,000, normally which is privilege for general taxpayer. I was advised it is impossible to make up for it or get refund in next-year tax return. I don't reply on this peanut number of dollars to do something really works, but it is very unworthy to loose, huh? Geez! What a lesson.

Peter, my colleague who just moved to my left table last week strongly recommends me to listen to radio station Triple J instead of Triple M. In his opinion, Triple J usually plays new songs and doesn't run music repeatedly, then I turned to Triple J on the spot, actually I would rather lock on Triple M since that songs on Triple J are much hotter and satisfy teenagers’ taste, but I don't mind trying new radio station I seldom dip in. My life principle is----never try, never know.

How admirable I have to Peter’ music equipment, including radio, speakers and function player. My plan to build up music set is under the way after I took out of two speakers from the lowest level drawer and something else like a tone controller I don't know how to get them connected with speakers to assemble a modern music set I expect in the limited space at my table. Ha ha! We don’t seem to work in the office but the music station, right? For me, I hope I can work at ease basically physical working environment is comfy. I don’t think listening to radio is work deprivation.

See my table, hand cream, cookie jar, tea box, little mirror....a typical list of girly stuff. I don't like getting my table very tidy and empty. Anyway, it is shortage of my photo frame as I haven't had currently for the sake of long time using digital camera. What else do I need?......  

BTW, I really want to shoot some pictures for Olympic Park, but my thought is taunted by Phil who says I am like a Japanese who loves taking picture everywhere or more like a peasant who never leaves country just enter in the city.

This morning came across Jason, the new temporary account payable in our company at the bus station, who is a Hong-Kong boy and grew up in Australia. He could speak a little Mandarin but he is trying to improve it as much as he can. However, I admire him that he can speak perfect English, Cantonese, plus some of Mandarin. Then we had a short talk about the English education in mainland and Hong Kong. At primary school in Hong Kong, English class and speaking are widely used and schools create good English environment, while students in mainland just officially have English course starting from junior high school. There is no doubt that burn-in-mainland persons are far lower level English than the persons from Hong Kong at the same age. But Jason is curious why Chinese students have better writing in English than Hong Kong's students. I don't think so. Maybe that's his misconception. At least, I am the one who is scared of comparing with Hong Kong’s individual in English writing. Among the four sectors in English listening, speaking, reading and writing, my most weakness is speaking and I always stumble facing unfamiliar topic and get stuck in conversation for the sake of trying to look for a right word to express. I don’t expect to speak English fluently and authentically like an Australian just aiming for conveying my thinking and idea clearly. Of course, on the other three factors, I will everlastingly fall behind those English-native speakers.    

I reckon I already missed out the best phase of my life to grasp a second language. My brain tracks have been crushed by Chinese and it is impossible to imprint new language to cover old slots. Why kids can learn new language easily? It is said that their language area of brain is like a piece of white paper and will be drawn a picture depending on what their enlightening teachers instruct. Mum, dad, uncle, aunty, and others around them might influence them in language ability as they are growing up. Besides, their gene and inborn ability would also be considerable. Whatever, I wish I could have a good master of English at the day I get rebirth in the heaven. Now I say the least of it I can speak two languages but most Australian can’t.  :-)))))

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