RAGE

I have managed to finish all my tasks here, leaving some nitty gritty ends to keep myself busy for the remaining couple of weeks.

I have been told by my colleagues that I am very much wanted to fix some sh*t in Singapore. I resented fixing sh*t in Singapore, despite I am doing the same thing in Shanghai. Simply because, I don’t get extra allowances if I am fixing sh*t in Singapore. Most importantly… instead of getting appreciated I got blame on not fixing the sh*t on time

I am utterly disappointed when I have been blamed for some sh*tty tasks that were long overdue due to equipment failure, weasels bailing out, mothers on maternity leave and CCB shapeshifters from quality.

F**k those philosophical-ungrateful-arm-chaired-mother-f**kers….. u guys should be thinking who the hell created these sh*t pool… Instead of pointing ya fingers at those sh*t creators… u K*N N* N* kick the asses of those who fixes the sh*t.

Some sh*t were created long before I was unfortunately employed as a sh*t fixer. I couldn’t believe when I knew I was K*N N* N*H blame for it.

CH*O CH** BY* !!

Ungrateful Bastards.

I would rather stay in Shanghai and continue to fix their sh*t. Coz people here doesn’t stink as much as those motherf**kers back home.

K*N N* N* B*H CH*O CH** BY*

You are me

Is that you?
Precariously seeking for pleasure

Is it me?
Floating aimlessly.....like a feather surfing freely among the cold February chills

Is that you?
Feeling totally detached, painlessly gliding towards abyss

You are me.

Chopsticks are mightier than forks

I haven't got the chance to toss some Yu sheng (some fish sashimi with plenty of shredded colourful veggies) this year. My mum suggested yusheng on the 4th day of CNY, but I was too lazy to get my bums out of the house. Damn!

Here I am…… back in Shanghai. The shanghaineses don't seem to have the custom of tossing yu sheng. Guess tossing yu sheng is a "custom" practice in Singapore and Malaysia.

Last night, I was invited to another CNY dinner. The dinner was held in this huge thai restaurant called "Banana Leaf" near HongKong Plaza. Sorry….. I did not manage to take any pictures coz I just wana to sit and have some decent meal instead of annoying people with my camera.

The Lazy Susan was filled with numerous cold dishes (chilled sweet sour chicken feet, prawn-fruit salad, sweet sour mango shreds, curry flavoured bamboo shoots, preserved mango and papaya shreds, Spicy turnip and bamboo shoots shreds), curries (Green seafood curries, red hot chicken curry), Seafood (Ridiculously big red crabs, prawns, claypot shellfishes), BBQ meat (satay, BBQ mutton slices, chicken wings). So much food.

For some weird reasons, I started to feel nausea…………

But some moments later, I found myself busy dissecting crabs claws with chopsticks. Forget about forks ....I have a pair of mighty chopsticks.

Now …u tell me…. besides souplad, who the hell will have the skill of eating crabs with a pair chopsticks.

My shanghainese colleages were amazed. Very amazed.

Uncle Souplad and Ang Bao

I had a great time (minus the part where I lost almost 200SGD to those evil-mind-reading-see-thru-my-tiles-con-uncles and con-aunties.) chilling out with uncles and aunties over the CNY period.

Yeah, all of my buddies seemed to accept the reality that they are already uncles and aunties. With kids yelling “uncle auntie gong xi fatt chai” it is hard to continue to dwell in that self-denial mode.

kids are evil. They are terribly honest. Aren’t they?

I am pretty sure that my buddies felt validated after hearing those imps yelling “uncle……auntie….”.

Some have even started to address each other as uncle YY and auntie XX in front of their kids.

Yeah… I am not spared.

To all my friends with imps kids…… Let me get this straight …….please tell ya imps kids to give up ……NO Ang Bao for them if they continue to yell uncle.

Haha.

Actually, I dun mind being addressed as “uncle”. On contrary, I felt great. No kidding.

In fact, my friends have attempted to correct their kids…. “Call Gor Gor, not Uncle”.

Come on, it’s ok, my friends,

Call me uncle or gor gor….still no ang pao.

Souplad and Shanghai Chicks

I have so much to tell and write. Too little time.

Was b z catching up with my buddies, colleagues, ex-colleagues or should I simply say catching up with Kakis. (A Malay term for legs...also otherwise termed as "friends")

Every meet up was filled with ....(heard some intermittent fire-cracker-cracking while I am typing this. Hope that these firecrackers-fireworks-junkies stay away from the company's solvent farm)

.....one common topic……..Shanghai Chicks.

Come on, Souplad ensures he will "SHOU SHEN RU YU" (treasure own body like jade) ok!

haha

Sorry ....guys... gonna disappoint u...... no interesting experiences....if u want some.. I can always make up some tales to satisfy ya perverted minds....

Nevertheless, I got aquatinted with two ladies. Total strangers. Yeah. I must be damn bo liao.

One of them is ZX whom I have mentioned in my previous post. The Desiccant-chick.

I met the other lady in a pub. Let's call her Miss-Red-hot-lips. (I think she has overdone her lip work. Damn red lor. bloodi red. kinda distracted me from her boobs. damned!)

Nope... No part twos for both ladies.

Only part one.

I repeat, Souplad always "shou shen ru yu"

Besides chicks and rendezvous, the next common topic is

" what the f**k did u eat? Lost so much weight!"

One of my mean friends commented …… “Nah Buay, u wanted to look like fei xiang har?”

Ch** b**….. I retaliated.

Believe me, the loss of weight was purely unintentional...

Blame it on the food....

Blame it on the amount free time I have...

Blame it on the gym that is just a stone throw away from my apartment....

Guess the only person in this world who is terribly upset with me has to be my "MEEEEE"

yeah.. I called my mother "MEEEEE". She has been force-feeding me since I am back from Shanghai...haha.

Sorry MEEEEE.....I think I will continue to lose some more weight.

Dun worry, no matter what, I am still ya son, ya boy.