I believe Nat King Cole penned the song “Unforgettable” for lovers. Like a song of love that clings to me .. that’s why, darling, its incredible. Many people are unforgettable to me but the most 2 that are truly unforgettable for the amazing things they had done and will do for me will always be my unforgettable mum and dad.

After pass 10.30 pm, it is me in my room accompanied by silence but somehow it was not the night. I do not know what to listen. I get bored listening to my iTunes(iMac). I turned on my laptop and run through my music and I came across to “The sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel”. Until then, I was at peace. (I also have Mrs Robinson and Bridge over trouble water)

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence.

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisper’d in the sounds of silence.”

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!

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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