“Rum and Coke”

Last month, one of my best friends came to town to attend our mutual friend’s wedding. She’s probably the second friend I made when I first came to Singapore. I still remember going to the class not knowing anyone and she sat behind me, and we started talking animatedly as soon as we knew that we both were Indonesians.

Yes, Indonesians are very loud, especially us!

One of the funny stories I would always remember was when we went to Ayam Penyet after school one day. I think it was four of us, all Indonesians, and we were chatting as usual, having fun and being silly teenagers (I probably talked about boys, what else?) As we were talking, suddenly the shop manager came over to us and said,

“Wah! Only four of you?! I THOUGHT there were so many people!”

We bursted out laughing and it was so hilarious how she was upset that we made so much noise in the restaurant which wasn’t even packed at that time! Isn’t it better for the place to be more lively with our laughter, rather than being dead quiet? Isn’t that bad for business?

Hahahaha! Anyway it’s still one of our funniest running joke until now, whenever we see each other. But you get the gist about how much fun we’ve always had when we got together.

It’s been almost a decade since we graduated and my friend actually went back to Indonesia for work. But we kept in touch all this while and always made a point to visit each other whenever we could. Anyway, see I got distracted again as I was about to tell a recent story!

So she came around and we met during the wedding and as usual, we made a lot of havoc and I felt bad for the family that sat in the same table as us because we kept gossiping and they were like, errrr.

At one point (actually, it’s more like as soon as I reached), we wanted to grab some drinks. (It’s right after work on a weekday, a girl needs her drink!) So she and I made our way to the bar, and my friend kept telling me that she wanted gin and tonic, or rum and coke.

Me: Err.. Weddings typically only have beer or wine.. Sometimes maybe vodka, but not gin and tonic, or rum and coke..

But she wouldn’t have it! She wants her rum and coke, or else!

Us (to the waiter): Can we get some drinks?

Waiter: Sure, what would you like?

My friend (while batting her eyelashes) : What do YOU have? 

Waiter: Beer, white wine, or red wine..

As expected, we asked for beers.

As the waiter made his way to the beer to take our drinks, my friend immediately saw a row of already-prepared drinks at the counter. The drink was dark-colored, and she moved closer and asked the waiter loudly,

“Is this rum and coke?” while pointing at the drinks.

The waiter blinked for a second before answering, “That’s Coke.”

Hahahahaha! I laughed loudly and my friend kinda masked her embarrassment before saying, “oh…”

Actually no, I don’t think she was embarrassed at all, hahahaha!

From then on, the same waiter kept coming over to our table and replacing our beer with new glasses before we even asked for a new one. He probably thought we were a bunch of drunkards haha!

Another funny story happened at the same night when the live band at the wedding was asking for song requests from the guests. We decided to dedicate “When You Say Nothing At All” to the bride.

My friend grabbed the song request paper that was in our table and she scribbled down the song title along with the singer. Once she finished, she handed me the paper to pass to the waiter.

After I saw what she wrote, I almost fell off my chair!

She has written,

Song title: “Nothing Hill” by Ronan Keating,

Simiiiiii Nothing Hill?!!!! Hahahahahahaha.

First of all, yes this song is the soundtrack of the movie Notting Hill, but… HAHAHAHAHA! She was like, “Oh yaaaaaaaaaa..”, slightly embarrassed.

Again, I don’t think she was really embarrassed..

Good thing I caught the paper and it hasn’t made its way to the band!

There’s never a dull moment with my friend around and that night we had so much fun catching up and relieving good ol’ days!

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One Havoc Night in Batam!

It was one of those times when we were just randomly talking about going away for a short trip, and the next thing we knew.. whoa! We were going to Batam!

Okay, maybe not exactly like that.

We have been talking about it for weeks but we were procrastinating until the very last day when we had to be like HEY GUYS ARE STILL GOING THIS WEEKEND OR WHAT? It’s like.. 2 days away!

Anyway, I always say, what matters is the result, not the process.

Oh wait, isn’t it the other way around? Don’t people say ‘it’s not the destination; it’s the journey that matters’? Wait, WHAT?!

Ah, I’m getting distracted.

Where was I? Ah yes, I was talking about how much of procrastinators we were.. But who knew, on a Sunday morning the three of us showed up bleary eyed at the train station while saying, “I need coffee.”

It was a great, albeit short getaway! I felt like we were just boarding the ferry and just like that, it was time to head back. Well, I guess, time flies when you’re having fun, right?

We came back with many stories; mostly funny.

Uhm, yes mostly.

The not so funny (read: horrible, awkward) moment happened during a foot massage in one of the random massage places we chose opposite the mall.

The guy masseur tried to massage me in inappropriate places and I was super horrified to the point that I just didn’t know how to react.

Wait, is this PUNKED? Am I on candid camera? This can’t be real life?

I have had many foot massages with guy masseur but this was the first time such situation happened. It was also my sore luck that I was separated from my 2 friends as there were no more spots in the public area so I had to sit inside a private room.

THANKS, LUCK!

Other than having massage (which we had 3), we mostly ate and being typical tourists, we ate A&W and being typical Tina, I had KFC. Hooray.

At night we went to karaoke and sang our hearts out! My 2 friends happily did their own Jay Chou concert and we attempted to sing some Big Bang songs. Ambitious.

I’m pretty sure we butchered the Korean songs.. WHY IS KOREAN PRONUNCIATION SO COMPLICATED?!

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From dancing, singing, yelling, rapping to full-on dorking out, it was already 11pm by the time we finished and we finally checked-in to our hotel.

Funnily, even at my own country, I was still being haunted by Chinese language as the hotel concierge asked me if I could help him translate what this Chinese tourist was saying to him.

“Sorry I don’t speak Chinese,” was all I could say – my most-repeated line ever.

Before we knew it, the next day came and we were on our way back to the ferry terminal. Another funny thing happened at the baggage check.

As people were lining up and dropping their bags at the conveyor belt, I noticed that there was no one even looking at the monitor! These people were actually putting their bags down for nothing, bruhhh. I somehow found the whole thing really funny, I started laughing hysterically.

Also during the immigration queue, someone actually stood on the line where there was NO officer working at that counter.

A guard came over and tapped him on the shoulder, “Why are you standing here? Nobody’s there.” 

Cue: laugh guys, LAUGH. It’s funny right?

Why is the trip so short?!

Ehm.. because it is? After all, it’s just 1 night!

(Stop with the internal dialogue Tina.)

Expectation vs Reality ;)

At the end of the work day on Friday, my colleagues would pose me this question, “So, what are you going to do this weekend?” In fact, that’s probably the first thing they would ask on a Monday morning as well, and I always wish I could reply them with a list of the amazing things I did over the weekend which would leave them speechless.

This is what I would like to happen:

“Oh, you know, I just flew to Bangkok for a shopping spree. It was FAB! You have to see how many pairs of shoes I bought!”

Or

“Funny you should ask! On Saturday I went to Breadstreet Kitchen and dined with Gordon Ramsay.. He cooked the dishes personally for us, we had champagne.. ah it was lovely!”

I’m sure THAT would make a wonderful story. But instead, this is what actually happens on most occasions:

“Er. Nothing, really. Slept the whole weekend away.”

Or

“Oh, you know, really glamorous, thanks. I stayed home, ate instant noodles while watching reruns of Gilmore Girls..”

Nope. Not glamorous at all.

Road Trip Series: Flashing Lights and New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas

(If you miss what happened when I was lost in LA trying to get to Disneyland, read the story here, or when we left to San Diego and encountered some very nice stranger and few scary ones on the train, read here.)

This story will be the next installment of my graduation trip to the States back in 2009!

Vegas is something else. It’s a city full of energy, of excitement, of contagious wildness. It was intoxicating just being there, in the midst of crowds on the evening of December 31st.

We weren’t ready to leave San Diego yet at that point, so we were pretty sullen in the Greyhound bus to Vegas. It wasn’t a short ride, either, and the bus was full that we had to sit separately. I had a black kid sitting beside me during the first half of the drive, and the next half to this gigantic, talkative elder man who wouldn’t shut up. He just wouldn’t. 

I was still slightly hungover (excessive drinking!), so I spent almost the whole ride sleeping. We stopped at this small town called Barstow, which consists of nothing more than open land and short-buildings and a transit centre where we grabbed a bite. I was this close to fainting, and seeing the faces of the girls, I was sure they weren’t far behind me either. By the time we reached Vegas, it must have been at least 8 pm at night. I was disoriented, tired, and feeling sick to my stomach, literally.

The first thing that greeted us when we alighted at this sin city wasn’t the dirty smell of cigar, or the sexy sight of roulette tables, but a full-packed bus station. People were everywhere, their asses at the big risk of dropping down due to their low-waist pants they were wearing.

What is it with this desire to show off piece of cheap underwears?

Oh, I can make a whole new entry on this subject itself, I need to stop myself now.

Our hotel was out in the boulder area, it was a typical casino-hotel. The casino was always full with middle-aged people playing slots machines. My friend called it a ‘retirement hotel’.

We were the hottest people there, yeah, because we were the only ones under sixty!

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We spent the next four days exploring the Strip. With the new year looming in, Vegas was at its most crowded state.

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The three of us didn’t love Vegas as much as we thought we would. Looking at the pictures now though, I thought, “What didn’t you like it?” and I came up empty. I didn’t know why we weren’t loving it as much as we were San Diego or San Francisco!

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It could be the fact that we couldn’t watch any shows because everything was sold out, and it could be because we weren’t swimming with money that we couldn’t simply spend a hundred bucks to get inside a club for new year’s eve countdown. It could be because our hotel was far away from the Strip that it took us 2 bus rides and at least forty five minutes to go back and forth between the two. It could be because walking around in the Strip with heels was tiring and waiting for cab for two hours at 3 am on a cold, chilly night wasn’t much fun either.

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Normal sighting in Vegas..
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Why would you name your hotel that, hmm..

But I guess that’s just the circumstances. The city itself is crazy beautiful and only there I have seen a beer bottle so big!!!

We certainly had eventful time there, that’s for sure. Everyone was in a good mood, it’s easy to make friends wherever we go, or even as we were walking on the streets.

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Most buildings in Vegas have this painted roof – I guess so you wouldn’t know the time of day so you could continue partying and gambling?

Every day we had to take this bus from our hotel to the Strip.. The view sure looks different during the day light!

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Seeing Vegas pictures leaves me feeling the most nostalgic! I wish we could have given the city more credit, I hope we can go back there one day and re-experience it again.

Bangkok Adventure!

After coming back from a 5-days-4-nights trip in Bangkok, I came up with a conclusion: Bangkok, you’re giving Jakarta a run for its money! 

Even on the way from the airport to our apartment in the city centre, I couldn’t help but thinking how much the city reminded me of my own hometown. The street signs, the highway, the countless billboards with actors smiling widely, each showcasing different products from mobile phones to cosmetics.

The only thing missing was the traffic jam. Or so I thought. 

But of course I spoke too soon because on our last day, we were trapped in a bad traffic jam that made us almost miss our flight.

But I had a memorable and wonderful time in Bangkok, and here’s why!

The Food

This has got to be the first on the list simply because… well, do I need to say more? Everything we ate were delicious, even when we just ordered from a random food court or an eatery we’ve never tried before.

On out first night out, we went to Siam Paragon to have the notorious dinner from Greyhound Cafe. When I say notorious – it’s simply because 2 of my girlfriends couldn’t stop talking about it! So of course we’ve got to give it a try.

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The amazingly tasty Thai Milk Tea!
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Ahem! It certainly did not disappoint!

Plus, it was super affordable and we only spent less than $100 for a full meal for 4 of us, including drinks for all!

We wanted to continue on to drink, but soon found out that on that weekend that we were there, Thailand was celebrating Buddhist Day so no alcohol was to be served anywhere in the country! Even when we visited Big C (a local supermarket chain), they had to barricade the whole alcohol section haha!

Oh well – I guess the alcoholics have to wait til Monday to quench their thirst..

The following days, we tried another restaurant highly recommended called Roast – for brunch, After You for dessert and a lot, and I mean, a lot of tomyum soup. In fact, I think we ate tomyum soup every day for each of our meal. I love it, what can I say?!

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Lychee Milk Tea from Roast
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Brunch for champs! My fave was the scrambled eggs – too good!
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Matcha Toast from After You

Another highlight when you visit Thailand is – their Mango Sticky Rice!

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Oh hello there, see me on the top right hand corner? I’m Mango Sticky Rice, nice to meet you.

I feel like such a noob saying this – but I don’t think I have ever tried mango sticky rice before. At least none that made an impression – so the first time my friend suggested buying mango sticky rice, I couldn’t have been less enthusiastic.

“Oh…” – that’s probably all I said.

20 minutes later…

“OH MY GOODNESS! THIS IS SOOOOOOO NICE!!!!!!” I said in disbelief. The combination of the mango (which is very sweet!) and the slightly salty, flavorful sticky rice and the coconut sauce.. I think I have just been reborn.

Okay, that’s a tad exaggeration, but no joke, it was so good I insisted we have that for every meal from then on!

We also went for a nice mookata dinner in this very huge, spacious restaurant by the street. It was only S$8 for all-you-can-eat food! My tummy rejoices!

The Shopping

Everyone who have gone to Bangkok have praised it as a shopping heaven and I had no expectation prior. The last time I’ve been to Bangkok was when I was a tiny cute little girl (I still am!), and the only recollection I had was watching a singing show performed by transgenders. (I couldn’t believe those women were previously men – they were so beautiful!)

But yes! Now I can testify that it’s a great place for shopping! I love it as much as shopping for clothes in Seoul. The styles were plentiful and the prices were cheap!

I ended up getting a few off-shoulder tops, pants and dresses! It was great!

We mainly shopped at Platinum Mall and Union Mall. Although we went to Chatuchak Market and another night market, we didn’t really buy anything much there.

The Massage

Another thing you must certainly do in Thailand is get a massage! Massages are cheap – 1 hour body massage was only 300 Baht (which is around S$12?) OHMY! TAKE MY MONEY!

I can’t emphasise enough how much I love getting a massage. I love it as much as sleeping – and boy, don’t I love sleeping.

We went to the massage place in Platinum Mall because it was very convenient (our apartment was just on top of the mall itself). It was pretty good – the only downside was that the surroundings were noisy!

Okay, what am I talking about, the masseur themselves were noisy!

They were talking to each other while massaging us and even answering phone calls during the massage. Haha!

I thought massage places should be tranquil and super quiet – with only soft instrumental music behind.

But oh well – beggars can’t be choosers. The massage shop itself is quite small – it had just 3 small mini rooms with beds for the body massage.

On our second visit in the evening, the neighbouring stalls were closing down so it got even noisier with the sound of the metal doors being pulled down and locked.

There goes my quiet, peaceful ZEN state.

HOWEVER! I still enjoyed it – after the hour massage I felt so refreshed and pampered my body turned into jello.

Bless you whoever invented massage!

The Drinking

Beer is ridiculously cheap in Bangkok as well! A big bottle of beer only costs S$3! We did check out a rooftop bar called Wanderlust and had this really awesome apple cider, and a bar which supposedly had an open mic called The Iron Fairies.

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Cheers!
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Good vibes at Wanderlust Rooftop Bar

However, there were no open mic that night that we were in – instead, the band was playing full-on jazz music!

I’m sorry guys, but I just can’t appreciate jazz!

We ended up mostly nibbling on buffalo wings and chugging down Hoegaarden while chatting away about our celebrity crushes.

I wish we had more time to explore other bars in the area but time was not on our side! Soon enough, our 5 days were up and we had to fly back very soon.

See you again Bangkok!

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My fellow Bangkok-travellers!

Intern Life: Part Deux

Hello guys! Welcome back to the life-as-an-intern series. In the first episode, my boss turned out to be a sexual predator, and I ordered a brainless chicken. If you miss it, read it here.

Well, I had another internship right after that. In fact, I quit my previous internship early so that I could start another internship. WHY, you ask?

HAVE YOU BEEN PAYING ATTENTION AT ALL, PEOPLE?!

But hey, I was quite efficient, right? Grab life by its horn! Grab every opportunity! Don’t simply wait, but make things happen!

Ah, indeed was the epitome of all that since I was already interviewing for another internship while I was still in one. This other internship was for a PR role in a boutique PR agency. It was a typical boutique setting – the office was located in one of those shop houses along Dhoby Ghaut.

I remember the interview quite clearly though. I did not think I would get the role because I was talking and laughing too much. Perhaps it was my way to mask my nervousness. I recall the interviewer asked me something, and I made a reference about a celebrity being dead.

Don’t ask.

However, I got called back a few days later, telling me that I did get the internship and I was expected to start as soon as possible. It was quite awkward, I had to tell my current boss at that time that I had a personal issues and that I needed to cut the internship early. I think he was quite rude and mean about it – and I don’t know whether I should have, but I thought about what’s best for myself and that I could learn something more relevant to my study at the other PR company.

So I did it! I started interning at this company where I had quite a fun and fruitful working experience. My colleagues were very nice, they were definitely older and sometimes I felt quite ‘irrelevant’ being around them but they tried to guide and teach me along although they were in and out of the office for most times.

I had to do media monitoring every morning – which essentially meant flipping the newspapers and some online sites, checking if there were any mentions on any of our clients’ brands. I would then have to compile a report and send them to the clients’ every day. Other than that, I also helped out with whatever tasks my colleagues gave.

There were nothing to complain, really. I enjoyed myself, and the only memory I could think of while I was interning there was the fact that I just got into a long-distance relationship with my then-boyfriend and I remember talking to him on the phone every day at lunch time.

My colleagues were probably thinking I’m a total weirdo for always refusing to join them for lunch.

I’M SORRY, BUT I WAS YOUNG AND STUPID AND IN LOVE AND STILL SO HOPELESSLY ROMANTIC. WHAT COULD BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN TALKING TO YOUR BOYFRIEND EVERY LUNCH HOUR? (EVEN THOUGH I STILL TALKED TO HIM EVERY NIGHT TIME TOO..)

Ah, the things we do for love..

Anyway, another thing I recalled was, during this internship I wrote an opinion piece which ended up being featured in the local newspaper and I remember boasting about it to the bosses. It was actually quite lame – the way I boasted was as if I just won a Nobel Prize.

Very classy, Tina.

Road Trip Series: Leaving our hearts in San Diego

(If you miss what happened when I was lost in LA trying to get to Disneyland, read the story here.)

This story will be the next installment of my graduation trip to the States back in 2009!

Next stop: San Diego!

When we were in Los Angeles, my friend whom I went with had a relative who was living there with his family. They were so nice and offered to take us around the city as it was quite difficult to get around with public transport.

Alas, the getting lost part previously.

Having no more privilege of being driven around everywhere, we had to make our way to San Diego the old fashioned way.

Well, by train.

We were supposed to take this train to Oceanside from LA, where we would later transit to take another train to San Diego. Long story short, we got there pretty early and the next train wouldn’t leave for another two and a half hours, so we parked ourselves in some chairs outside, bought burgers from Burger King and camped there, talking nonsense.

I remembered I was actually looking for the grilled mushroom burger, and my friend was initially confused to see no rendang burger in sight! Hellooo, we are not in Singapore anymore, guys. We are hopeless.

So there we were, just talking loudly and eating our burgers (at one point I even spilled my Coke..errr, good job Tina.), until the guy beside us who initially had his headphone on, ended up talking to us (because our voices probably surpassed his loud RnB songs..)

Always classy.

Anyway, we were finally inside the train and we must have looked pretty eye-catching because of our gigantic luggage, pink and bright red some more.

We had quite a scary episode in the train as we saw two guys eyeing us weirdly throughout the journey. We had a feeling that they knew each other, although they sat separately, which made the whole thing seem even more suspicious.

“Anyone has a scissors in their bags?” I blurted out, dumbly. Granted, it was our first trip unadvised, we were pretty much safe in Oklahoma and LA.

Their blank faces was all I could need to freak out. We all stared at our luggages, hopelessly.

“I don’t care if they take that suitcase, as long as it’s not the pink one. I put all my make-up in there…” my friend said, not comforting me at all.

“Oh, so you’re okay with being completely naked as long as you’re fully made-up?” I teased her. She looked at me as if saying, duh.

We ended up approaching the guy whom we talked to on the train stop earlier, and asked him to sit beside us ’til our destination. Thankfully, he agreed.

So that’s how we spent the rest of our trip to San Diego; having the guy there made us feel at least a bit safer. He was supposed to alight at the stop after ours, but he offered to come down and hang out with us for the night. Uhm, we declined politely.

As soon as we alighted at our stop, we saw the two suspicious guys talk, so they indeed knew each other! We hurried, we couldn’t even like, stop for a second to breathe the cool San Diego air! We were too busy getting away as far as possible from the train. We only felt relieved once we got in a cab. What a ride!

But, that had to be the only slightly minor bump on our San Diego trip; the rest was truly amazing. We loved San Diego, and we met really great people there. Everyone was super nice and friendly.

When we checked in our hotel, we met this guy, Tim, who worked as the driver for the hotel shuttle bus. We told him that we were going to Sea World the next day, and he told us we could just take the shuttle which would take and pick us up to-and-from the hotel.

The next morning, Tim drove us and we were the only people in the shuttle. Out of nowhere, he handed us some papers.

“Well, my friend works in Sea World, so he’s entitled to free passes; I asked him and got these last night,” he said.

“Eh? For us?”

“Yeah, yeah, so just show those tickets in the entrance..”

“Eh? So we can get in for free?”

Seriously, we asked such dumb questions!

“Yeah..” Tim-the-driver smiled, looking like an angel.

We were probably making a scene by laughing and screaming loudly, “Thank you soo muchhhhhhh, Timmmmmmmmm” like fifth-graders. But we don’t care. Heck, the entrance ticket was supposed to be like 60-70 bucks each! He completely made our day.

We also went to Coronado Island in a ferry with our high heels (quite a scene) and had an awesome fancy dinner by the seaside. That was the first time I had sake and got pretty drunk.

San Diego was beautiful. Throughout our stay, we made a bunch of new friends and had a lot of fun! It’s a place filled with good vibes and memories!

Nara Circa 2016: Ham-Eating-Deer

My relationship with the animal kingdom is a complicated one.

We started out as friends, but not until one of you (a dog) decide to chase me down when I was cycling as a kid, that I decided to go my separate way as you have scarred me for life.

So imagine my surprise when I found myself actually enjoying my trip to Nara and making friends with these adorable deer!

If you are in Kyoto, this is definitely a place you should check out! Nara was wonderful, it was an big open park with wild deer roaming around amongst humans.

You would sometimes see them crossing the main street, even, and cars would stop patiently to wait for them to cross.

Japanese people are so zen with life, I’m jealous. I can imagine myself coming here one afternoon to just walk around and enjoy the outdoor.

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You can see that I was a bit scared even being very close to the deer, but they were very chill!

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Look at how pretty his antler was!

At the park, you can buy these biscuits to feed the deer, and boy, they loved it! As soon as they smell the biscuits in your hand, they would run towards you in a flock and keep following you until you show both your hands as if saying, “I have nothing left! See? See?!”

Damn, they are smart.

The biscuits were in a round shape, and they were brown. On first glance, they looked like ham, and I impulsively asked my boyfriend, “Are these ham?”

He looked at me, his brows furrowing.

“DO YOU THINK DEER EATS HAM?!”

Err.. okay. It just dawned on me that deer is herbivore, but HEY THE BISCUITS REALLY LOOK LIKE HAMS OKAYYYYYYYYYYY.

(Tina’s bimbo moments #255)

Intern Life: Part Uno

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Believe it or not, I am a responsible kid.

(Okay, some people may disagree – then again, I once got super drunk I passed out, only after breaking some glasses, hugging random people at the bar, and slurring “I want moreeeeeeee” to the bartender. I digress.)

But hey, everyone goes through THAT phase, right? Don’t tell me you suddenly transformed into your mature, adult self without making a few ridiculous mistakes along the way? And trust me, I’ve made plenty of mistakes, especially in my past haircut choices. What was I thinking?!

I don’t know why I always get sidetracked every time I’m about to get to the story.

So back to being responsible. What I meant was that I was a hardworking kid. I was so hardworking that I took up 4 internships between exams during university. My uni courses were such that we only took 1 subject at a time. We took classes and there would be a final assignment and an exam before we moved to another subject. After each class was completed, we would have these breaks while we were supposed to be working on our assignment and studying for the exam. After the exam, there would be a short break as well before the next subject.

So being a restless kid, and someone who wanted to earn a bit of pocket money so that I could afford to buy pretty dresses to party (ahem, 22 year Tina had so much to learn about priorities), I decided to try taking up some internships out of my own initiatives and see what it would take me.

Also, I aspired to be a journalist, or a successful working lady that I always see in the morning. (My friends and I used to pass by those bars where guys in sharp suits and ladies in pencil skirts drink after work, and pictured us being there when we entered the workforce, sipping champagne and talking in big words. We loved it.)

I had a lot of funny and (sometimes) awkward situations in these internships that I thought I would write about it. So this post is going to be about the first internship I have ever had at a Google marketing company.

I don’t recall much about interviewing for this position, aside from the emails exchange I managed to find in my Inbox between me and the boss and that it was so cringe worthy! I actually called him Sir.

Who does that?! I’m so awkward and old-fashioned! *hide underneath a rock*

The office I was interning at, was located in Raffles Place (in CBD area of Singapore) and I was so excited feeling like a grown-up every morning! The company size was quite small, I recall that I mainly just dealt with the big boss and there were probably only about 3-4 other people working there, and another intern who would join a few months after I did. I sat in an open working area, and my boss’ office was just right in front of me.

My job consisted of calling companies to offer them google marketing services, and no joke I had to use Yellow Pages to look up the phone numbers! Yes, the thick Yellow Pages book! I also had to update and key in those companies’ details in the excel sheet!

I TOTALLY FEEL YOU PEOPLE WHOSE JOB REVOLVE AROUND CALL CALLING! I’M SORRY FOR ALWAYS REJECTING YOU AND HANGING UP THE PHONE!

The boss also would ask me to research various websites, and provide my feedback and suggestions on what I would do differently. In the beginning, things were alright.

After a while, he would ask me to buy him coffee and lunch almost every day! Yes, that’s the epitome of an intern life, right?

Me: Yes, Sir.

Ahjusiiiii, you only pay me $400/month, why are you making me buy you lunch too?!

If you were to know how it was like during lunchtime in CBD area, it was mayhem! You have to always queue for a long time to buy anything, and I remember one vivid memory when I was queuing to buy chicken rice.

Me (in my mind): “1 boneless chicken rice, please.”

Me (what actually came out of my mouth): “1 brainless chicken rice.”

(silence)

Seller (in a loud voice): “WHAT? BRAINLESS CHICKEN? WE DON’T HAVE THAT. ALL OUR CHICKENS HAVE BRAINS.”

Everyone in the queue: Hahahahahahahahahaha.

Sigh. Mouth, why weren’t you cooperating with me? And uncle, must you yell it so loudly that people all the way in Jurong could hear it and laugh at me?!!!!

I was also given a strict lunch hour and tea break. I were to go for lunch at 11.30am sharp and I had to be back by 12.15pm! Not even a full hour! What is this. For a slow eater like me, I wouldn’t even have finished chewing the appetiser.

Okay, a tad dramatic, but you get what I mean.

After a while, I started noticing that the other staff were not always in the office, and sometimes the office would be entirely empty except for just the boss and one lady. She was a senior staff, but I have never spoken a word to her; she always walked around with her chin up so high I wondered if her neck wouldn’t be sore.

She always hung around the boss and I’m not joking, she and the boss would stay inside his room, locked, for hours.  It happened regularly that even I noticed! I started speculating this theory that they must be having an affair!

Otherwise, why stay inside a locked office almost every day for hours? Ahem.

WHOA WHOA WHOA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA.

I finished the internship without many other challenges. Honestly, it wasn’t the best internship, and a lot of times I would be quite bored, counting down the hours. The boss wasn’t really nice to me too. And I didn’t know if I gained much useful experience from there (aside from hey, AFFAIRS IN THE WORKPLACE IS REAL OMG OMG OMG).

Anyway, many years later, I was browsing through the newspaper and I saw a photo of someone that looked familiar! I was like hey, who is this person. The news was that this person in the picture was convicted of some sexual crime involving prostitutes and he was sentenced to prison.

I read the caption of the photo and saw the name…

LO AND BEHOLD. It was the big boss from that company!

WHATTTTTT.

IS THIS REAL LIFE. DID I REALLY WORK WITH THIS PERSON AND WHOA THOSE MOMENTS IN LOCKED OFFICE SUDDENLY HAUNTED ME AGAIN.

So that was the highlight of my first internship. Whoa. So uneventful and unmemorable.

Yay, Tina, go you and your luck!