Watch the lift door open SECONDS BEFORE the lift platform stops at the ground level (i'm not sure if you get me). You let out a gasp wondering if this is fairyland or the musuem curators overlooked maintaining this masterpiece.

Spend some time admiring the red carpet and mirror in the lift and wonder why people in the past were so smart to have thought of dual doors even before the inventor of mrts did.

After eyeing the pretty little things, now focus your attention on the lift buttons (after all you're supposed to get to your destination and not spend half an hour admiring a lift). While you're still in a state of shock that such a lift still exists in modern Singapore, you start to get flustered when thrown into unfamiliarity.Wah sae OMG what in the world is this gadget-like thing. Can the buttons even be pressed or do I have to wait for a lift operator?! Why can't the DO button just read open? I hate it when the lift button writes DO and DC. I have to think for like 5 seconds before figuring out which is open or close, which by then the door would have clamped some poor soul already. And what happens if I press the STOP button?! The lift stops moving?? Why do I need a stop button in the lift when the lift was built to move and not to stop. If you're intelligent like me, it would take you 5 seconds to realise the buttons work like a hole puncher. Press hard and punch in the number you want and the button rebounds automatically when you have reached the particular level as requested.

It really warmed my heart that the big boss himself came out to receive me and took the trouble to give a brief explanation regarding how their statutory records were kept for my client. Half the time he humbly sat at the corner, waiting earnestly to be of any assistance to me. Turns out that he's good old friends with our audit partner, and he was asking about our firm, whether his old friends in my firm were busy and how they met and had their share of glorious past. He would make a very good grandfather to me, serious :)

After I was done with the stat audit I returned him the files and bid goodbye, and he asked me "so how long have you been with your firm", it was then that I realised I had no choice but to admit I'm just a small intern. I think I had successfully fooled him into think I was a real pro and that was my 10000000000th time doing stat audit!

Just when I thought he would shun me and give me a you-totally-wasted-my-precious-time look, he shockingly replied me "Oh! From NTU? I have two interns here too! *points to them* You're not bad you know *gives the awed look* at least you know what you are doing. Not bad ah, intern only and you're already doing stat audit. *looks over to the two girls* See, she's also from NTU, doing stat audit by herself, ah I must give you all more to do also".

*OVER THE MOON HAPPINESS* :) :)

Happy because I really managed to bluff him through our conversations that I'm an experienced worker, happy because he was such a nice fatherly person, happy because he humbly accepted my suggestions and made the necessary changes to the records, happy because I did my work well and managed to spot those errors, and happy because my work and professionalism has finally been recognised! :)

When I handed in the soft copy of my work to my senior before lunch, I was explaining to her those things I had followed-up with. Although she didn't praise me to the skies or anything, I saw her gave the nod and said "Mmm good, very good". So that's something to celebrate too :) It's really encouraging to know that your work is being recognised although you're just a small worthless intern. Just that I take a super long time to complete the more difficult tasks and I feel guilty for being so slow and daft.

Sometimes work can be highly irritating too. Like you can't find the documents you need, you can't tally the numbers, you told someone to get back to you tomorrow and he gets back to you like 5 working days later, and you knock off at 8pm while the other interns pack up at 5.45pm.

So, my fair share of happiness and unhappiness.

Story 3: Am I really gong or what

Following the traumatic experience of Willie calling me kum gong level 99 all the time, today my cousin had to use the word "gong" on me to further traumatise me. When asked for a more detailed explanation, the reply was "no explanation lah. You are gong means gong lor". Wow, that helps. When further probing was made, the answer was "one person can be smart and gong at the same time, like you lah. Gong means sha3 you know. So to sum it up I will call you "sha2 de4. Sha de sha de sha de sha de sha de.........."

Thanks. I would like to believe I'm smart that's all, you can just stop there.