The whole reason why I’m training the maid is because my aunt got an untrained one from the philippines, who is a sibling of another friend’s trusted maid.

While she knows how to clean the house, when it comes to the Kitchen, she’s really as dumb as a donkey. No I’m not being mean.  Day 1, she put honey in the frying pan thinking it was oil. There you go!

But anyways, I’m doing a fine job teaching her how to cook and more importantly, what to cook. It’s funny how good a chef I am. It’s nowhere NEAR my profession, but I cook with much angst and passion. If I didn’t knew better, I’d join the culinary industry, but I only know that being a Chef is worse than working for my previous boss. It’s tough work. High temperatures, Long working hours and 10 minute deadlines for the entire day. Nahh….

I’m currently putting together a few resumes, to suit different jobs since I have a somewhat diverse profession list and experience. But more importantly, my current resume was taught and built when I was in school. I think it is seriously outdated in today’s standards.

Now the whole reason why I’m putting together these resumes are because my fucking life is a sham right now. I’m pretty much demoralized and depressed. I’ve been in Hong Kong for over a week now, and I haven’t been out window shopping or anything, I’ve spent the past 10 days at home, save for meals. In Hong Kong, land of shopping and walking-around and such. I’m desperately looking for a job in Shanghai now. I need to get my work permit and residence the proper way. I need to restart my career, and plan for marriage and stuff.

I regret not having done this earlier, but then again, I wasn’t in the settling down stage at that time. I’ve grown up, but at a terrible bad time. But I know one thing for sure though, once I get through this, I’m making a dash towards the top. No more fucking around… er… figuratively.

My friends, if you are reading this, please pray for me to make it through this crisis. It will help and mean alot to me.

These days I’m having thoughts like my existance no longer has any meaning. I mean,  if I’m suddenly wiped off the earth this moment, less than 20 people would notice, probably less than 10 would care. Bah.. that’s my depression talking. don’t mind me.