Lost in China

We just got back from the meeting about XX oilfield with the people from Shenzen. Actually we didn’t participate actively since it was delivered in Chinese and all of us can’t speak Chinese. So, it was really a boring moment for us, listened to what these people talking bla…bla…bla. A little help came from the presentation slide, enabled us, at least to guess what were these people talking about.

We were sleeping last night, while the phone rang waking us up, a call to attend the meeting in the morning, in the nearby hotel. Apparently, they didn’t intend to invite us initially, but changed their mind later. And another strange thing was we were not invited to have lunch together with them, whereas the presentation finished at 12.10 and that’s about the time for lunch and everybody was ready to have lunch in the same hotel but a driver was asked to drive us back to our hotel instead. It’s quite funny for us but so far we’re just fine. We think that maybe they didn’t set up the lunch with additional 4 people or because we have limitation for food (halal food) and they ordered kind of food that we couldn’t eat…….or they wanna have a crazy and wild party after the tough meeting, complete with belly dancer and alcohol drinks…..huahahaha…..(just our imagination) and didn’t want to invite us. Anyway, that’s not a big problem for us. We can go back to the office, put our –s on the seat, turn on pc and write this post for you. 

After several days didn’t post anything, i feel a little bit guilty inside. I think having a blog and keeping it alive is similar like nursing a baby or growing a plant. It requires commitment and high responsibility, doesn’t it? It gives you satisfaction if your baby/plant grows well, the same if you get plenty responses from your readers, vice versa.

Last night we had a light chat with Mr. Xiao. He worked in Indonesia for 4 years at Bohai rig. Despite his room is in the same floor and exactly in the front of mine and fitrix’s room, we hardly know him. He found out that we came from Indonesia later, hence he is being kind to us, sometimes we thought too kind. A couple days a go, he invited us for a dinner in a moslem restaurant and he made every effort to find us a mosque for Friday pray.

Back to our chat with Mr.Xiao….we finally know the reasons on some strange things we encountered here. For ex. everytime we watched local tv channel, we always wonder why there’s chinese subtitle even if the languange is chinese. First we thought, maybe it was to accomodate the deaf to understand but….tet…tottt….we were wrong.The reason is because Chinese word characters is same all over China but pronounciation may differ a lot from one part to another part of China. Or the fact that Chinese always change everything into Chinese words/languange, even if it is a name of a person or a name of a country. For example, names Mary or David, in Chinese becomes Mali and Dawei. United States of America becomes ‘Mang Guo’….far different… but for Indonesia, it’s quite close ‘Uendo-nisia’. When Edwin and Suryadi came here, they tried to change their names into Dewen and Surayati….hehehe, funny isn’t it?

What a Monday morning! A bit lazy to start the job chores. Today’s breakfast menu at the hotel gave another surprise, a glass of yoghurt. Unfortunately Andam missed it. She preferred to stay at the room tried to recover from yesterday’s tiredness. Talk about the meals, remembering me of what happened during the last two days before. Honestly, one reason of why I really wanna go to Beijing is just for “Kentucky Fried Chicken”.

I have been sick enough of all the Chinese meals so far. All the things about “Fried chicken” always pop ups in my head lately and almost blow my head apart. Just can’t wait any longer. I am a chicken freak. Alas, what I have afterwards is just disappointing me. As a real kentucky fried chicken freak, the taste is just too flat for my tongue. Of all my experiences travel around kentucky’s outlets in the world. I definitely know its genuine taste.