Unpleasant days

I spent a day yelling on the phone, disputing my a couple hundred dollars mobile phone bill. I think the whole floor could hear I raised my voice to tell off the person on the other end of the phone, “Don’t tell me ‘No’. You go back to listen to my conversation on xxx date, or get someone who knows to talk to me!” “Are you sure that is the right amount? I am going to calculate the amount in the bill. It is not correct, I will call back to complain, you will get more trouble by then.” …… My bill was waived from $215 to $80, then to $50, and finally went down to $10. Nowadays, everyone is desperately to try to rip consumer off. But don’t even think of a cent from me.

Last night was unpleasant either. We had two milk overbrimmed ice coffee, an ice-tea with half a glass of ice, two tiny cakes and rudely service; we still have to $40 to get out of this café. God, what happened to this people?

Farewell

I was surprised to see how much grief I could sustain without tearing. The career opportunities, life scenes, travelling conveniences, cultures, etc. in Singapore are waving at me. I have got everything ready and set to fly off in January next year. Yet, I resist pulling things together, and trying to drag things out as long as possible. I don’t want to leave him. He ever asked me: “Do you have to go? Why Singapore?” For the good of us, we’d better go to seek our destination and reunion after a few years. I wish he is a pet, so I can pack him in my suitcase, declare at the custom to bring him in with me legally.

what does comfort mean?

Work seem to be looming towards its expired day: the temps are all laid off, Joyce has moved on to get a better job in her talent, Bianca is going to start her business in China soon, and I am leaving in four months time. The work environment is absolutely loveable, but sometimes comfort makes people lazy. Life has to move on; I don’t want to still work on the same thing ten years down the track. At the end of the day, I don’t want to find myself living in a moderate comfort but has no productivities. This block time contract we gained from Optus is good in a sense that it gives six of us a deceleration to deal with life matters and reconsider what we want to do eventually. Two years of being a workaholic is an investment, waiting to see a pay-off.

Lawyer, doctor and accountant

Lawyer, doctor and accountant are accredited professionals; they are always out there and in demand. When a normal person comes to choose one for their services, it is a hard pick. They are doing similar jobs but charging differently, the scale is the quality, which can not be assessed before use. Word of mouth is, hence, the credential of these professionals. I recently have to deal with matters in these three industries and fully experience distinctions of good and bad.

Lawyer can help you to solve issues in the land of living. You can’t avoid dispute with something or someone once in a while, but there are always inconsistencies in the law. Therefore, when things become complicated, lawyer comes in to relief your distress and may assist you in winning a case. The experience in FLS is the most valuable, a contentment of being a pro bono - I am giving help without any financial considerations, relieving distress with my knowledge.

In the past seven months, doctors and medicines become part of my life. From GP to specialist, from hospital to pathology, they can’t tell exactly what is wrong with you but rely heavily on modern testing technologies (e.g. tissue samples, x-ray) and antibiotics. If you are not cured, tried another doctor, but they charge you regardless. That is doctor.

When it comes to money issue, contributions from accountants can’t be left out. In Australia, to save, to invest, to spend, different sorts of money issues have to deal with tax. An accountant is the one to read the ATO rules and do the number job for you. The definition of good or bad in this industry is how well you know the rule and how far you are dare to go. Steve Vizard’s bookkeeper or a honest diligent worker makes a big difference.

How have me been?

I have been distracted from using word document to write for quite some time. A commitment tie is taking up my time and stops me from marking down changings recently.

First thing after becoming an Australian PR, I tried to gradually rebuild my health by fully utilising the health care cover given by the Australian government. I went to see a dermatologist for my long-lasting skin problem. On and off, this health problem has been with me for six/seven years now and it is time to get rid of it, if it is possible.

Secondly, I give more attention to my hair. New haircut, new hair products and a new straightener, all these add up together to turn my hair into a shiny and healthy look. The next step would be to dye my hair to red, which, hopefully, would bring up the liveness of my spirit.

For the Australia-Singapore relocation “project”, I have been busy calling relocation agency in Singapore to get a rough quote about costs of getting a decent accommodation, health care, settling assistants, etc. Given sufficient time to investigate and research for the best valuable deals, I am taking things at ease. I hate to be pushed and not knowing what is going to happen next.

I love my new tiny nest – a bit clutter but comfy – a real home since big C left. I spent most of the time alone, cooking (although most of the time it means boiling), reading and burning candles. When the yawning part kicks in, I crawl to bed and fell asleep in the soothing candle light and balsamic aroma.

I also get back to the dance scene on a regular base now. Dinner dance is nearing and K defects to his overseas trip, I have to gear myself up for the unpredicted dancers, otherwise, I will be like an idiot or tripped over on the dance floor.