Maybe for life keeps and maybe just for now

Strange how in a month I have progressed from updating you from my Miri home to my Kota Kinabalu home to my Perth home and now from my Perth workplace.

I have a job, and Im officially a 'sales coordinator' for WA Woman Magazine (u know, a fancy name for telemarketing/ receptionist ;) ) and its been bliss so far. I love talking on the phone and I get paid by the hour plus comission and theres coffee and tea freeflow and on my first day I was given a bottle of white wine to take home. I love the working world so far!

As for the uni world, its been hard juggling uni with work AND a social life. An example of a typical nites out would be me having a flat party at a friends place, club hopping, eating out and staying out till the wee mornings. Its been fun, you know?

Im loving it a lot, and Ive made a couple of reeally wonderful friends. Maybe for life keeps and maybe just for now, but theyre pretty spiffy so far.Im missing my friends back in Miri, the familiarity of it all, you know? But I do love the new life being presented to me and I wont mask my happiness.

Though I really really am tired. I collapsed on Sunday ten am and didnt get up till Monday 7 am. Hows that for fatigue?

Meredith: You don't get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys and all the bars and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared, because I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don't get to call me a whore.
greys anatomy

http://www.news.com.au/perthnow/story/0,21598,20181317-2761,00.html

Thats what they never warn you about, you know.In the midst of my adventures, discovering Perth and travelling alone to and from job hunts, it didnt occur to me that danger could be at my doorstep,literally, at 6.50 am yesterday, and see how it says Kent Street? I live at 209 Kent Street, and its right beside where I live. The flat that was broken intp is flat 41. Im at flat 6. The laundry room is about a hundred metres from me. And the girl punched is my friend.

You know,Ive been doing fairly risky things. Going via bus to the clubbing areas, walking around late looking for a taxi back. Taking the bus and train alone when Im on a job hunt. Walking back from friends accomodations late at night alone.

Ive been pretty lucky so far, and now Ive smartened up and I hope I can be even luckier still. Dont get me wrong, Ive heard the horror stories and I knew to be careful but Ive been fairly ignorant. It just hits home when it happens to a friend, thats all.In other news, none of the restaurant jobs I wanted wanted me.

Seems I am incapable of being a waitress.

I just couldnt handle being bossed around :P

So hah at the fact that I got a 9 to 5 office job. HAH.In your face, bitchy restaurant boss woman! HAHA!

Everyone says Im lucky as yay, I dont have to sell burgers or fry fries or clothes!


Ahem.

I hope I can handle working while studying.

Im afraid to know Im always on your mind
-Howie Day 'Collide'

Remember how Im supposed to be smart?

Smart enough to know not to walk brazenly out a cold winter day in a skirt and flip flops and a camisole over a thin strappy top, right?

Smart enough not to eat lots of unhealthy yet yummily tempting junk food that Australia seems to be crazy about in quick successions?

Smart enough not to decide to go dancing till 4 am and still manage to get up for class at 9 am?

Smart enough not to blow budget on unnecessary things like say, tickets to parties, paintballing, laser tag (you would think Ive outgrown that stuff :P), various nites and eating out, shopping for 'essentials', river cruises, movies and the like?

Smart enough to actually stock up on groceries so in the middle of the night, when Im starving, I wont be stuck with honey and oranges and tim tams ? :P

Smart enough to actually understand that I dont HAVE to say yes to every single invite thrown my way?

And to actually you know, sleep?

No, not smart enough.

I know Im coming down with a fever. And Ive got such an exciting weekend lined up too! Nooo!

Pictures promised next update, Ehon bro.

"I love him, and I could see myself spending the rest of my life with him, I just don't know if I'm ready for the rest of my life to start now." - NG

I have been having lots of fun here. And if I write about it, youll all kick me, so I wont. Or I will later, but for now....Im on a job hunt! Mwahahah!

So, my class schedule is pretty spiffy, only having them Mondays to Wednesdays.

"Whatcha gonna do the rest of the time?" my friend asked.
"Sleep! Party! Yay!" I answer with glee.
"Hey, I have an idea, lets go look for a part time job!" she suggests.

I ponder, why the freakin not. With the current exchange rate of Philippine pesos to
Australian Dollars blinding me and causing me to stop myself from even converting
in my head everytime I make a purchase anymore ("Omg, 11 Aud for beef rendang, thats like 33 RM!" and "Aha! A cute top and its only 20 Aud! Bargain! Waitaminit, thats like 60 Malaysian RM which translates to times 15 Philippine peso *semi faints*) so on and so forth) lest I have a mild heart attack.

Its a cool idea, and will give me something semi useful to do, as wellas a chance to experience 'working'. Obviously I'll try for a good office job but frankly at this point, any job is fine with me, and Australia pays so ridiculously well, but Im guessing thatsbecause of the high cost of living they have succumbed people to.

So, said friend and I decide to crank out our resumes together over arnotts tim tams (2 Aud! Bargain! 6 rm..NEVERMIND!) and mini home made brownies and cocktail mixes. We pore over our resumes, apply for work visas together and even get nifty tax file numbers.

I tell my parents and theyre surprised that me, who has never worked a proper day job in her life, who calls home to send money every week back in Malaysia (because I overspent yet again), has decided to lift a finger and actually do work. Dad wondered if I had been cloned but said he was proud of my iniative, while my mothers response was more,"Whatidyougetlostinthecitywhydontyouaskyourfriendstowork
withyouohnowhatifyougetmuggedwhileyourecommutingohnobabydontwork
illjustsendyoumoremoneydontmakemeworrylikethisBLURB!"

*sighs* Oh, Mother.

On Thursday, we then trooped out to a part of Perth we knew had lots of job opportunities. And we had in hand photocopies of our resumes. And we went ALL over, my feet were hurting >_< color="#ff0000" size="5">Never again will I be mean to my waitress. Its harried work o_0 When they told us we could go, we ran, even though we had potentially very hot boy co workers who distracted me very the much. Perks of working? More social opportunities, and the boys were from University of Western Australia, so wahoo, a whole new campus of cuties to look at. But like i said, the onetraining us was the bitchy fiancee of the manager and well, that presented a problem, with the trainer not really being very nice or happy with me and my friend while the manager liked us..I betcha she wont give him the go ahead to call us back :P

We decided we wanted the cafe behind the counter job. We both trooped home by bus from the cty, and we felt all grown up *shutup* and it was late and Im beginning to understand the Perth transport system now, wahey! I have a great sense of direction, I never knew that! I was always getting lost somewhere in Miri, Manila, Brunei, KK, but here, I found my way, strange enough o_0

Maybe its because its anecessity and no one can ;'save'; me anymore...I miss my friends who used to mother me.

Anyways, like I said, we both wanted that cafe job.

They called me today. I was still sleeping and they asked me to come in at 12 noon. I whoop with glee. Until I realised it was already 11 am and I had said I was coming in and theres no way I can make it to the city in an hour so I had to sheepishly call them back and say I couldnt make it but could I come in another day and they said sure so meh, way to make a bad first impression.

So, Im going for training at this poshyish cafe tmrw, yay. I call my friend to check if she got the call too.Ime xcited, thinking we both got called, we both are gonna go, we both are gonna have so much fun...

She didnt get the call.

Aw, damn.

Now what?