life is busy

i have been pretty caught up with life lately. sorry for the lack of updates. i feel bad about that. However, i am not going to blog about any particular thing today. just some update on my current life here in sydney.

As you all know, i am working now, 6 hours a day, 7 days a week, that's really alot!!! i have requested to work less, but won't be bothered until the boss has hired the ideal person. Working everyday is not only tiring, but also boring. i am so fed up with the same routine now. Taking order, dealing with some bitchy people, serve the meal and clean the table. everyday is the same, the only thing that would cheer me up is when there are some compliment or warming smile from the customers.

i particularly like an old woman who is in her sixties, she will drop by the cafe once a week. Usually she is with her grandchildren, but lately in this two weeks, she has been coming alone with her smile, a really really warm and cheering smile. i really like her, she always makes me think that life is so wonderful, and happiness is everywhere around us. she has an insatiable appetite for food, after a serving of steak, she will order dessert or anything else. the saying " optimist or people who are always in their happy mode can eat more and definitely look younger than pessimist" is so true that i always hold on to it.

there is this japanese customer which always come to the cafe which we call him "the sleeping god". he is great, no matter how busy or how noisy the cafe is, he can always fall asleep after a cup of cappucino, and surprisingly, for an hour or two. he doesn't really care how people around are looking at him, how ugly his sleeping pose is or how bad he will be criticized. Sometimes i really think that we are not living for ourselves, but for the people around us. they will decide what kind of person we HAVE TO BE, but not what we are. isn't it true? you will change yourself when you get some negative comment from the others, you will live as what people want you to be. i always think that i don't really care what people are thinking about me, but actually i have been so wrong. i am scared, i am surrendered to the actual world, i can't really do whatever i want, and most importantly, i can't be the hundred percent real me. there is always one or two percent of you that you are not willing to acknowledge or be acknowledged of.

i was trying to snap a pic of the sleeping god from far. he is the guy in pink shirt who was dozing off on the table. a big salute!!

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Another significant incident i have to tell is the meeting up with kenny (klcc) last week when he popped into the city with Tom. We have both been in Sydney for 5 months, but we have never met up, seemed like we are so so far away from each other. oh gosh, it's only 45 mins in a bus but it has taken us both a whole 5 months to actually meet up. ahahaha. so we went for shopping, plainly for Tom's-looking-for-hoodies purpose. but it was nice going to bondi and then a quick beer in the city before dinner.
so, guess what he had all the beer there drunk. hehe. ok, according to him, that's the first time he had been in a bar in Sydney or in his lifetime? sorry i kinda forgot.
me and Tom with his new baby cap from quicksilver. life is so relaxing when you can have a quick beer and chatter up with your mates for the whole evening.

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francois has moved out the room due to some reason that i am not going to talk about here. as a result, Jason is moving in to fill up the vacant bed. Jason, a friend i have known since secondary school to college but we had never talked to each other. We first talked when we found each other in the same uni. so now we are roommate. It got me think that the world is really small, and there is always a surprise. Will update some picture soon, will be kinda busy with the settle down thingy.

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i was walking with sherene on the street after dinner where we popped into a shop with a great deal of sales. she was trying to look for some necklace or whatever accessories. so we saw some earring for guys. and Sherene asked me to give it a try. so yeah, i bought it and put it on~~

it's not that obvious as my hair is quite longish now. well, i don't always put it on, just occasionally~i am still not used to wearing an earrring.


A late update of Sherene's birthday. happy birthday Sherene. The cheesecake was so nice!! no kidding!!! promised to buy Kai a piece of it when she gets here~~

Chatting Machine--Don't call me honey

As told in the previous post, i am now currently working as a waiter. From the past experiences (three days only, but it feels like a lifetime, ahaha), waiter is the suckiest job in the world. Don't try that people, if you have a better choice.

Since i was 16 years old, i realised that i can get on with the elders easily, as in chatting for whatever topics that come up. it's quite abnormal for a teenager who is still under 20 years old to chat so much with elders. well, from friends' mums, my own grandma, grandma's friends, parent's friends, AND NOW MY FEMALE BOSS!!!!!! i am announcing that i have become a chatting machine for my female boss Jenny.

my boss, Jenny and Raymond is a couple who has married for nearly 30 years, or maybe more. During the second and third working day, i have become a chatting machine to her. she will start chatting with me whenever there are free time to spare in between. the topics covered ranging from her family, my family, her previous workers, her previous workers' background, life in sydney, her life as in where are they usually going for dinner and whatsoever.

Seriously, i feel so old, i dont feel my age, i dont feel i am a cool teenager, I AM JUST A TEENAGER WTH AN OLD MIND!!!!! worse comes to worse, i have become someone that she would tell when she feels like talking bad the others. Well, i am not complaining, but actually it's fun, at least i have someone to hold an easygoing conversation with at work.

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During the second day, there was this korean girl who came after the job. She was summoned for trial before recruiting her. She is around 20-25, i am not sure, quite pretty, quite hardworking and friendly. So everything went well until a freaking word blurted out from her.

" Can you give me a hand HONEY?" She said while i was polishing the cutlery.

actually i didn't quite listen to her, i was told by my boss to give her a hand. so when i came back, the boss threw me this question.

"Did she just call you honey?" Jenny(the female boss) asked while Raymond (the male boss) stood next to her smiling wickedly.

"huh? did she? i didn't quite listen to her." i replied, sensed that they were going to make fun of me the right next second.

so they asked the korean girl again whether she did call me honey. "THAT'S REALLY UNNECESSARY!!!!!!!!! SAVE THE QUESTION!!!" i mused, felt like fleeing from the spot.

"yeah, i called him honey" the korean girl answered. i stood there, suffocated by the laughters.

"oh honey, thank you very much" raymond talked to me, mimicking the korean girl.

i stood there, fell silent amidst the laughters..............................................................

so this morning, Raymond said to me while i greeted him morning "Will you not able to stay focus as your sweetheart is not in the same shift with you?"

"................, yeah, perhaps~~" i said, with the old tone and manners i have had for years~~~

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Jenny told me a story when a customer came in yesterday.

" he is our daily customer since a few months ago. there is a tale why he has become our daily customer." Jenny said.

obviously, i was waiting there for the story to be told.

"his wallet was stolen when he came to the cafe for the first time. while the pickpocket was in our cafe before he came in. the pickpocket left the wallet on the table after taking out all the money. so when he told me his wallet was stolen, i showed him the wallet that the young guy had left on the table. all the licenses and important IDs were still there."

astonished. i looked at the man sitting there who is in his fifties. he felt grateful and comes to the cafe everyday, yeah everyday, without a day failed. he looks sincere and kind to me, perhaps it's because of the story, and his sincerity has really touched my soul.

frankly speaking, it's always warm to see a person without putting on his mask. yeah, he felt grateful, he should come to the cafe for days or weeks, but not for months. He has traded his choice of breakfast to the cafe because of a wallet. i would say that's rare. but i am really touched. i had an urge to give him a hug, i don't know why, maybe his sincerity has told me that the world is full of love.

First working day

yeah, it's my first working day in australia. To my and everyone's surprise, i work!!! yeah, i am employed, and work, with salary paid, and i am telling you IT'S GONA LAST MORE THAN 9 DAYS!!!!

so what's my job about? it's all about
-- taking order
-- giving a hand in the kitchen when everyone's lazy to cook and eating out
-- memorizing all kinds of coffee on the menu
-- keeping all the abbreviation off pat in my brain to save up the time taking order
-- to help reduce my phone bill (boss said "no mobile is allowed at work" but it's allowed in the toilet, huhu)
-- to become a coffee addict within a week, i have unlimited coffee supply (oh hell, i had two latte today, they are sooo tempting)
-- a stepping stone to a better job
-- to keep me occupied instead of wasting time at home
-- a source of income which i can buy a pair of diesel shoes and of course to make me fatter
-- a way to make myself asleep before 12am and wake up at 7am
AND so on and so forth~~~~

ok, cut it short, i am currently working as a WAITER in a cafe selling breakfast and lunch, and of course coffee ( lamo, since when there is a cafe not selling coffee??!!!)

so you will ask me how was my first day going on? erm, it's pretty normal, woke up at 7am, left for work at 7.45am (oh gosh, chia voon sien, that's quick, you had only taken 45 mins today to settle on everything). and arrived at my working place "Mona Cafe" at 7.51am. yeah, it's only 100m away from my place. and started working.

work was easy, took order, sent it to the kitchen, cleaned up the tables when they were done with their meals, drank the coffee boss made me every so often.

HOWEVER, here came the first nightmare at 9.30am!!!!!!
two heavily-perfumed women walked into the cafe. they are the typical i-am-rich-i-have-nothing-to-do-i-will-just-spend-my-day-shopping-for-everything-on-my-husband's-credit-card housewives. ok back to the nightmare, i was beckoned to take their order.

before i stepped into the war zone, my boss issued an ultimatum "be careful, they are those fussy women"--- "erm, i could handle them" i said, not realising that i was getting myself into the trouble.

"good morning, how ya doing" i greeted, not expecting any response from them.

"good good. hmm, i would like to have a "bacon and egss" Woman A said, but not putting a full stop to her sentence. she then went on " can i have the fried eggs changed to scrambled eggs?"

"hold on, i will ask my boss" i said, and walked towards my boss.
"sorry, but you will be charged one dollar extra for changing it" i told her what i had been told.
"ok, it's alright. and can i have flat white, with chocolate on it?" she then continued. YA, STILL TAKING WOMAN A 'S ORDER!!!

"wth, flat white with chocolate on top? there aren't any chocolate on flat white!!!!" i mused.
ok so i turned to ask my boss again. she agreed with it.

Woman B was pretty much fussy, they were just FUSSY!!! and all i could do was giving a wry smile to them!!!!

phew, i gushed down a glass of cold water to put on the glaring fire in me. then here came the second nightmare at 10.30am before lunch time.

i was asked to help out in the kitchen. boss asked me to prepare the salad. yeah, it was easy~~everything was pretty handy until i was ordered to peel the potatoes~~

peeling the popatoes? it's damn easy, isn't it?
YAYE, ITS EASY!!!!!! IT'S EASY IF YOU DON'T HAVE TO PEEL HELL LOTS OF POTATOES FOR ONE HOUR OR MORE!!!!!!

hell, peeling potatoes for one hour. oh gosh, my hands were full of potatoes!! i am phobic eating crisps or french fries or chips!!! hehe, nono, i still love french fries from mcdonald~~~

so, the third nightmare came at night, yeah, it's happening now!!! i have to memorize all the dishes on the menu. i brought a copy back, and should be starting memorizing it, but hell, it's even harder than biology!!!!! i love biology now!!!!

by the way, there was this short conversation that made me blushed took place in the cafe.

"ah, so now you've got a lovely young man working for you!" the old lady who came for lunch said to my boss. i was standing beside the boss.
"nice smile, i would love to bring him home" another lady who was in the same table said.

i was blushing like a tomatoes........................

yeah, that's my first day. it's not hard, but the tiny nightmares had buggered it up. tomorrow will be better~~~

Sleep

everyone has to sleep. some have to get at least 8 hours sleep, some will have to take up to 12hours, and some don't even have a 5-hours-sleep a day. that's so different. some might think it's a waste of time to sleep your day away. some might think it is the best thing ever to sleep, and it's just heavenly nice if you can sleep whenever you want. but actually, why do we have to sleep?

we have to sleep because the lecture is simply boring!! the lecturer is standing while all of the students are sitting on not-so-comfy-but-still comfier-than-standing-foldable chair in Matthew Theatre. "we have to talk for one hour, it's tiring!" that's the most commonly used phrase by all the lecturers worldwide. but i personally think that students tend to have a more tiring routine. it's explained here. " we students have to listen to the lecturers for one hour, and within this one hour, we have to fight against the sleeping devil that constantly lure us into the sleep. so half of our strength are used to fight against the boring lecturer, while half of them are used to fight against the sleep devil.

the picture above showed the final outcome of "multitasking"- listen to the lecturer and fight against falling asleep. so when you're entirely exhausted, the lecture couldn't go any more dull, you will do the the wisest thing in the world, sit back and relax, sleep along with the lullaby~~~ photo courtesy to yihong, and mark who was talked into taking the pic by me shane during the two hours calculus lecture.

there is this tiny thing that i have observed from week to week. the first week i stepped into the lecture hall, it was so occupied by students that i had to sit in the last few rows. the second and third week, students were still coming to the lecture under some unknown reason ( maybe it's just nowhere better to go). the fourth week, i could get myself a seat in the first few rows even though i came in late or 5 mins before the lecture. the fifth week, it's a break for the observer me, i skipped my lecture. 6th week pretty much the same. the numbers of students in the lecture is inversely proportional to time. how sad!!! the sadder thing to say, hald of the students attended the lecture were asleep~~so now you have an idea how many students are actually paying attention to the lecturer.

we have to sleep because we are equipped with pillow and soothing music as a result of the invenion of mp3. some students who have biological background knowledge are smart enough to bring a small pillow with them wherever they go. it can somehow prevent you from any neck ache. anyone who are interested in the pillow, please go to the baby department to get one. it's small enough to be stuffed into your bag and to be called portable. so actually, there are a lot of tools or necessities are invented under the inspiration of getting a good sleep. so why not sleep more and be appreciative of the inventions??!!!

yeah, you guessed it right. i bring the pillow to school everyday. i brought it to taylor's for the whole year that i became the pillow supplier sometimes. my bag is undoubtedly comfortable~and i brought two pillows to aus, the big one to put on the bed and the small one to put in the bag. i am happy that i brought my big pillow to aus~~
"why do you need the small pillow?" my mum asked me when i bought the small pillow from the baby department in Malaysia.
"to put it in my bag and bring it to school, for some purposes" i told her and she was shocked that she said nothing after that.

next, we sleep because we are tired. the fatique caused by the assignments, the online games, msn chatting, looking for friends, waiting for someone to come online, unhappiness, and of course, the nice weather. i spend at least 10 hours online a day, and laptop becomes my fiance. frankly speaking, i cant live without my laptop.

i cant sacrifice my sleep for any other things except for my laptop. just like some people would sacrifice their sleeping time just to be with their lover. sometimes i think, why do we have to spend half day in sleeping, why not we spend it on any other better and meaningful things? whil e i am musing, my eyelids would unconscously shut down, and reopen again the next day when they get sick of the same position for the whole night. so, the same process keeps on recycling, the more i think i should do some meaningful things, the more i sleep. is that a good thing? DEFO!!!!!