It’s 8AM in the morning of a Friday, I’m sitting on a tiny chair, listening to Claire de Lune and typing away on a 21st century Lenovo, which is not even of my own posession. It’s rather humid here. The television set is spilling out some serious news; there have been floods in many parts of China, and I guess, the recent rain in Beijing is some kind of indication.
For those who’re off the hooks, I’m in Beijing right now. After Cannes, I took a day in Nice (extremely sleep deprived by then so I crashed at 5PM) and then went back to Munich and took a flight there via Dubai to Beijing. It was a long flight yet interesting flight – to the heart of China, a destination so desired by the young, the ambitious, the rich, the poor, and studious, the entreprenurial, the cultured, the glamorous. Prior to my arrival, I had only been to Beijing once, for sometime less than a week. We had visited it as a family and of course, jumped on the biggest sights like every other classic tourist.
But now, oh my, I now sit no more than 10 kilometres north of the most symbolic gem of this city, the Tian’anmen square. I know, I couldn’t believe that either until I actually measured my distances on Google map. Technology always has a way of convincing you. or your feet. or your lost souls.
So what have I been doing in Beijing? For the first week, some jet-lag recovery (was I jetlagged?), curious adventures and nightly strolls and jesus, I’ve been eating out (yes, breakfast, lunch, dinner) every single day. I only use the kitchen stoves for boiling water ( a Jia favorite) so I’ve been enjoying the greasy Chinese delicacies for sometime now. My stomach hasn’t felt like a erupting volanoe yet, so I guess it’s fine.
And some lovely news; I landed a spot at Saatchi & Saatchi Beijing and it’s been a week since I took on the role of an Account Intern. Saatchi is conveinently located in the Central Business District (CBD) of the city at one of the busiest subway stations known as Guo Mao station (“World Trade”) – I work on the top floors of the China International Trade Center, which houses 36 floors and is surrounded by a dozen of other high rises, luxury shopping, and fancy resturants.
It’s nice, it’s very nice in fact. You walk under these tall blocks of sky scrapers so the sunrays automatically become less intensive and when you look up, you feel like you’ve grown up, or your dreams grow up, grow close, and grow real. Manhattan on a smaller scale. Behind every window, someone could be making the decision that signs away the lives of their organization and their own. And they probably do.
Every morning I cram the main subway line with a million other citizens that need to get to work. I head back home at around 8. I go up to the reception entrance and witness the “Nothing Is Impossible” wall of Saatchi’s, over and over again. I stack my Adage and Campaign neatly, along with my travel-journal-turned-notebook and orange poreclain cup on the table. I take the elevator that gets me down 35 floors in 35 seconds. I meet new faces everyday during our irregular lunch-times. I redesign powerpoints and apply the highest standards to the smallest and most ignorable fonts. I relax and converse with my director, Alex, on his dreams, upbringings, and views on about everything. I dance to indie beats blasted from the silver Mac’s located in all different directions. I blast my own Ingrid Michaelson and I looove the ambience. I walk by shelves of classic coffee-table books and ask them to unlock the literatures for me. I stay away from the coffee machine because I don’t need more energy than I currently bear. I peek at things with curious eyes. I don’t abuse the paid-proxies they have here for logging freely onto facebook and youtube. I smile at whoever that rides the scooter because they’re too lazy to walk around the office. I want to feel a bit more real for a while. and I have.
Everything’s so beautiful because finally, someone believes in you and they give you a chance. A lot of people ask how I got myself in. I tell them, it’s blood, sweat, and some big dozes of persistence. I’ve made more calls and crafted more e-mails than I could count – maybe 50, maybe 100 – and I’ve been shot down. A lot. But that never hindered my curiousity, imperfected my confidence, or deterred my growth. I just continued because I believed. That I belonged, and that I deserved to be belonged. Sometimes you gotta be a bit more ignorant and eager. And finally, someone decided to give me one shot. I was so happy.
I was so happy.
And thank you for those that believed alongside with me. Thank you. You guys have been so sweet, really. Believe in me a bit more and I’ll strive for greater things.
For now, I’ll go take a shower and get ready for a brand new day. Take care.




