Job hunting, Coffee and Tea test

I have been job hunting this week. I am grateful and appreciate my current job. The pay is really good with penalty and overtime rates. I applied for jobs in my graduate field and retail. I like retail.  Despite of, Global financial crisis, people still go for shopping therapy. I submitted my resume online and dropping in. So far I had no response yet but I am not giving up yet.

I will be having my coffee and tea test this week. I still remember some of the fundamentals. I bet I forgot other theories. I will spend my weekends flipping through my learning guide. Each partner within the store will sit for the test. The best of all is that we will have to compete with the best from the other store. The best from the state will represent our state to compete with the chosen one from other state. And there will be a winner. Sounds pretty rewarding. Wish me luck!

Wondering

Upon receiving the news that my father would be transferred to Jalan Tun Perak Branch – Kuala Lumpur, I do not know how I react to the news. I am sad but I am also happy. Sad that my father would have to take long transportation rides, my mother and father will be staying apart and perhaps coming back over the weekend. Happy that the house in Subang in now vacant. I woke up this morning with the need to go to the bathroom. I was already awake but not awake to do the daily chores. I tune to my iPod. A thought crosses though my mind. If my father were to drive to work. If would be better for him to drive to Cafefour/  KTM Subang Station. Catch the train from there and stop off from one of the stations within the city vicinity. Then another thought, how is my father going to survive the train. Personally I dislike public transport. I prefer the buses to the train. There are more moving activity in the bus. People coming up and down. The buses route usually passes the city but train go pass the outskirts and their speed can put me to sleep. I can never survive train without music. I can’t read as that will put me to headache. The train ride from Subang to City should be about 45 minutes – 1 hour. What would my father do either than reading Business Week or Edge. What about his dinner. Perhaps my father would go to Usj 3 or Taipan for takeaways or cook. He shall be doing groceries either in Giant or Carefour. He might either take Metrobus or follow my uncle when they goes back to Malacca for the weekend. My mind map road directory for KL, PJ, Damansara, Bangsar was once good. Now it is all dusty. I can’t locate where Jalan Tun Perak at the back of my mind. I still remember the house telephone number before the line was cut. 03 – 80233515. Despite of my father wants to be transportation savvy, I hope he will take the car to drive on Federal Highway, LDP, and etc to explore.  I used to live in Subang. I will always drive when we are out. I like driving. I like the feeling of getting lost and Ahh, this is where it is connected to. Growing up, I remember my father telling me that he would like to retire in the city. Now, my dad wish is getting closer. Perhaps just a little steps further as he is still working.

Enjoy working Papa.

There are things that I don’t understand

When the day arrives that I should be sitting in my coffin, there will be things that I never understood, wanted to ask and etc. Something that I don’t get is Career. It is One Word than makes most student leaving high school, graduates entering the working world and working people keep thinking. Sometimes, we live life so routine. I dislike boredom. I prefer to be a workaholic than dealing with boredom. Sometimes, I see people dressed up in suit,tie and briefcase look so dull and mundane in their life. But on the con tray to their appearance  the look extremely well groom and smart.  I have a balance circle of friends who has a career in their graduate field and some not. Those who work in their graduate field tend to have a dull life unless they are workaholic. But those who work not within my studying field then to enjoy life. They know slightly more what makes life. Currently, I refuse to one of those who fall into Career. People say, its when you enter the working world then you know what life is. I have yet to listen of hear someone say ‘ it’s when you enter the Career world then you know what life is. My perspective is one can have a career but one’s experience might only be build or happen within the career ladder and the 4 walls in your ofice. I want a job in many industry but when I take my last breathe I know my career is Experience. I am not bothered if one thinks that experience is not a career. It is a subjective statement. Everyone has the right to think differently. You may feel sorry for me that this girl here has yet to think what she wants for her career but I in my logical mind wants a career in Experience, Mind exploring, Sympathy, Empathy, Making a Difference, Standing up for something, Volunteering and etc. Perhaps you are thinking I am weird. Some of the work that I would like to do in my life is to be a Librarian, Receptionist, Retailing, Volunteer, Teaching,  and the list goes on. If I have fail you, I am sorry but don’t be too proud of me because I am not one of those human who has given a thought about career and ambition.Just be happy for me because I am happy. My all time favourite quote about job, work and career is Aristotle – Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.

I don’t believe that the public knows what it wants, this is the conclusion that I have drawn from my career – Charlie Chaplin

It is not necessarily about what career you pick. It’s about how you do what you do – Cory Doctorow

Goodbye Winter and Hello Spring!

Australia bid goodbye to winter and says hello to spring but today on my day off the sun is not here. No Sun, No warmth. Mr Sun, I am so disappointed with you.

Little Woman

Womanhood is a whole different thing from girlhood. Girlhood is a gift and womanhood is a choice. Being 25 this year, I do not know whether do I understand the concept of what woman is? What is the role of a woman, what character and attributes lives in a woman, how does a woman dress and etc. I am very far from there. I am a Little Woman.

Bread

There is nothing special about this bread. It is not a bread that I like. It is not a bread with a brand. It is just a bread baked by the grocer. The spread of the bread my classic spread which I will always love. What made me not to eat was, the bread was spread by my father at 4.30 am in the morning for my breakfast before I go to work and before my parents flew back home. I told my father not to do it but I will prepare for them. Instead, he did it for me. I sit down thinking whether should I eat it or keep it for tomorrow. My mind was clear. I took a picture of the bread as a remembrance. I am a sentimental person when I receive something from the person I love or whom I love. I ate the bread. I chewed it so precious. It was so precious because I am living overseas and this bread which was spread by my father eaten by me will last a long time till we meet for my next home coming.

Hand shake

It was a cold day. My body has well adapt the winter temperature of Sydney. I went out to the city to attend to some errands. I went to somewhere near Martin Place. I was there yesterday. Didn’t know that you are attending to my queries.At the end of the appointment, I told someone if I was to define gentlemen,I would pick you on they way you reacted to my enquiries by the tone of voice, politeness, manners, etiquette, your proficiency in language respect, grooming (a clean shave face), calm, fashion, the colour of your eyes and etc. They way you shook my hand yesterday and today, I sense a difference.

News

So, tell me something that is not new but not old either. Hati ini sudah tawar.

Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

I was doing my assignment. Suddenly I feel like listening to U2. I truly love and adore U2 and Coldplay. They are my greatest band. I find solitude and peace upon hearing. Even the lyrics calms you down. I like from Beautiful day, I still haven’t found what I am looking for, stuck in the moment, one, city of blinding lights, elevation, all I want is you, october, vertigo, with or without you, where the streets have no name, sweetest thing and this is my favourite – Sometimes you can’t make it on your own.

Tough, you think you’ve got the stuff
You’re telling me and anyone
You’re hard enough

You don’t have to put up a fight
You don’t have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I, that’s alright
We’re the same soul
I don’t need, I don’t need to hear you say
That if we weren’t so alike
You’d like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don’t have to go it alone

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you when I don’t pick up the phone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

I know that we don’t talk
I’m sick of it all 
Can – you – hear – me – when – I -
Sing, you’re the reason I sing
You’re the reason why the opera is in me

Where are we now?
I’ve got to let you know
A house still doesn’t make a home
Don’t leave me here alone…

And it’s you when I look in the mirror
And it’s you that makes it hard to let go 
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own
Sometimes you can’t make it 
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own

29.05.09

The season that I am in is a real carousel. I would like not to have this. Can I fast forward this stage. Take it to your face. No! I am not quitting but its human to think of quitting. Today is my maternal grandfather’s death anniversary and I remember our moment of Don’t Quit. You are my angel of perseverance. You are never dead in my life.