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.

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.

News

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

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Glass of Water

I am hanging in there. I have 1 more month to class and assignment and exam and I am done. But things won’t be done. Thing will only be done when I am not longer in this realm. Thats like a long more time. Even though studies is done (or thinking ) , I have to look for a job, PR application and things. In one more months time, my parents will be here. We all know parents coming here is a good and bad things. I don’t know to think of the good or bad. If I only think of the good then I am not getting ready for the bad. Perhaps, I will thinking of the worse possibility outcome or just don’t think at all. I am worried and soon to be terrified . . ( I realized that my previous post and this is gloomy . If only I can see my future in a glass of water. 

Glass of water – Coldplay

Scared of losing all the time
He wrote it in a letter
He was a friend of mine

He heard you could see your future
Inside a glass of water
The ripples and the lines
And he asked 
Would I see heaven in mine?

That is just the way it was
Nothing could be better
And nothing ever was

Oh they say you can see your future
Inside a glass of water
The riddles and the rhymes
Will I see heaven in mine?

Son, don’t ask
Neither half full or empty is the glass
Cling to the mast
Spend your whole life living in the past
Going nowhere fast

So he wrote it on a wall
The hollowest of halos
Is no halo at all
Televisions selling plastic figurines of leaders
Saying nothing at all
And you chime
Stars in heaven align

Son, don’t ask
Neither half full or empty is the glass
Cling to the mast
Spend your whole life living in the past
Going nowhere fast

What are we drinking when we’re done?
Glasses of water

Sequel and future

I miss reading. Each day I have to carry my notebook to class. It’s damn heavy. I wish for the mac book. It doesn’t matter what mac book but they are still way much lighter than my Toshiba. I remove the battery and carry the adaptor everywhere. If you read my previous post, I am trying to find time to read. I found time. I will usually reach my home after class around 5 pm. Put my notebook home, change to something comfortable and take my book and walk myself to Starbucks QVB to read. I will be there around 7 pm. That is approximately 2 hours or lesser if I talk to shift working partners. I did it yesterday and today. I feel much better. Reading is where I find silence in a turmoil world. Now is the mid of May. Everything will end in Jun. Perhaps the longest that it could delay is to July. August 09 to 2013 and till forever is going to be a challenge for me as in mental, physical, financial and spiritual. Now with the current economy climate and how the Australian Federal Budget is going to affect people  from job to immigration is just terrifying. Somehow, I find myself slipping into the shoe of QLC. Can someone reduce the speed of this train . .

Life in the 20’s is fun but its often a confusion in or within a carousel.

Laughing away

They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, a laughter a day prolongs life and kicks the wrinkle at bay. I seriously don’t know how I managed to be so upbeat today. I did closing yesterday despite it was a 4 hour shift. I had an 8 hour shift today and I was not tired. I went out dinner with my friends. They too were surprised on how come I don’t look tired. Even though I would like to think as time management and delegation but I think laughter was one of those things that keeps me metabolism rate high. Therefore, I am laughing away to my problems. Haha =)