Truth

I guess now I know why we had to meet again, there were just some things that had to be settled...
2 years apart, the story which has not been finished...
I didn't have to know about it that way. I knew something was amiss, but I never wanted to jump to conclusions...
Am I really the last one to know? You didn't have to hide it. It would have saved everyone so much drama and trouble.
Sick to the core...
I don't want to see you again... But I know that it is impossible.
I wish I had never met you, but at least by this fate I have learnt an important lesson...
The story is finished now, but will always be told as the story only I didn't know...

The Misadventures Down Under 2: Project Build A Teddy

There was this quirky little program in uni today organized by the Student Ambassador Club, Project Build A Teddy. At first we didn't give much thought to it because the guy who promoted it after lecture was so damn ugly no f##ks were given but later because a friend of mine came round asking we all decided to go.

Basically the program goes like this. You order a teddy bear, you stuff it (sounds like the toy factory got free labour...), and you choose to donate it or keep it. All earnings go to the Melbourne Royal Childrens' Hospital for pain and palliative management in the paediatrics department and the teddies go to the children in the ward (awww...). Which is pretty good because although kids are annoying, they are still humans, and humans have feelings, and one does not deny care to any human being in pain, even though they are annoying little kids... (•‿•)

We got there after lectures, got our teddies, made a wish and started stuffing. Every teddy also has his/her/its own birth certificate. And you can name your teddy too!

So...

Tadaa!!! o(≧∇≦)o

This is Benny. I named him Benny because... I can. Thou shalt not knowest the meaning behind the name of thee... (Grins) Nah actually if you know who my latest celeb crush is then it's a dead giveaway...（=｀〜´=）

Benny was wearing a scarf too, but his big-ass birth cert covered it up and now you don't see it.
So knowing that Benny (and my money) was going to go for a good cause it really is a nice warm, fluffy, feeling inside. (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

Good luck Benny! Get well soon kids!

P.S. Geez these Japanese emoticons are really fun! (≧ ω ≦)

5 weeks ended like that...

Started out with me being jobless and depressed. So I told myself it would be fine and I would make the most out of my time, which I did. Finished Sherlock after much bugging from friends (Thanks to you people, I'm now Cumberbatched, and life has no more meaning besides waiting for the release of season 3...)

Look at him... Just look at him and say that he is perfect... (Dies from cardiac arrest)

Anyway... I also resumed online Korean lessons and started playing around with photoshop. If I was going to be jobless I didn't want all that time to go to waste. I also started applying for jobs at pharmacies around the city and nearby suburbs.

Suddenly realized that my reason for learning Korean deviated from interest in K-pop to interest learning foreign languages. The hell I'm getting old or something...

But by the end of the week 1, I was feeling antsy. I needed money badly. My reserve was running low and I didn't want to ask my parents for daily allowance (although they were more than happy to provide and were worried if I had enough to get by.) The pharmacies got people in, I was still jobless.

Desperate, I called my old manager at the cafe and told him I was happy to cover a few shifts for him. He sounded happy that there was finally a sucker who could work 5 days a week or more.

So much for a few shifts...

So I resumed my job as a waitress, without even knowing what my current wage is. I'm expecting it to be 10 per hour, though I'm no longer considered a trainee. So there I was running up and down 10 hours a day, answering to customers, serving them food, clearing their leftovers, cleaning toilets, entertaining weird little old ladies with no one to talk to. Seriously... They don't pay me enough to do this...

One day a post on our uni cohort's group made me sit bolt upright. A pharmacy in Fitzroy was looking to hire 2nd year students. Fitzroy is a pretty happening suburb, cafes lining the streets, very hip and happening sort of place. I called my unimate who posted the notice and dropped my resume in the place. Few days later during my break I received a call to go in for an interview. YEW! OK actually I never thought I'd get so far. Now what?

So on Thursday I went in for an interview and almost crapped my pants. In fact now when I try to recall what I said or what exactly happened it all seems so surreal (not in a good way). Now fingers crossed. I'll have to wait.

Magically the manager at the convenience store gave me a call and asked me to take up another job. O.O Hmm... didn't you just fire me? Stockkeeping. Go in once a week to check all stock, produce 2 Excel sheets and get paid the exact same amount as before. Sounds... Tantalizing... Accepted.

Today was my last day at the cafe. It was fun being maknae (besides the fact you get teased a lot by the others... Some times a little too much...) Tomorrow uni starts and it's back to swotting. I did not work as hard as I could have during the first sem, which explains the pretty meh results. So this sem I'm going to make up for that.

Second sem, let's go!

If anyone asked me recently "How are you?" and I said not too bad, or good, or some sort of not-more-than five-words answer indicating yep I'm not dead yet...

I lied. 

But I'm not dead yet.

On Friday I left my wallet at the train station and since I was worried it was a goner I called the bank to cancel my card. But well I went back yesterday and what do you know it's there intact! (Tears of joy and elation) The thing is now I can't get money out from the bank without the card without a photo ID or something. 

That wasn't much to worry about actually...

Yesterday I had work as usual and since I was the one who worked the first shift of the day had to print out a report and count the cash in the register. It was OK, well actually there was a discrepancy of approximately $5, which is within the allowed discrepancy range. Called the boss and she told me to take out some cash and put it in another compartment (judging by the value I'm assuming it's one of my co-worker's salary.) Did that and before I could reset the value a customer came in. 

All the time, when you're doing nothing no one comes in, when you have something to do or go to the washroom, people come. =__________________=

So after the customer left I reported the value that the boss asked me to. Then the busybody part of my mind went wait a minute shouldn't you add that to the reported value?

Oh dear brain...

So I reset the values once again. And when the boss popped by she said if you reset them twice you get addition of both reported values.

._____________________.

Fine whatever. So she did the resetting and counted the money and suddenly. OH look! A $35 discrepancy where did that come from? Last time OK? No more mistakes like this. This is too much.

What wait are you saying I took out $35? Or I gave extra $35 change to customers? How the hell is the possible when people coming in are paying you by card or $5 notes?

Oh fine whatever I will be more careful.

That isn't the end of the story. At the end of the shift my co-worker who took over and I were counting the cash in the register and it just seemed weird. Our values tallied each others' but how the fuck did it get so little? In fact it seemed less than the reported value which is... Just strange. And the only cashout that day was $20. Shrug. Maybe I was imagining things.

BIG MISTAKE.

This morning she called me in and my intuition told me it wasn't good.

I was right. I got dismissed.

The morning shift today found a $150 discrepancy in the values reported and the cash in the register.

So now, I have no income, no job, most importantly a job where you can spend most of your time doing your own stuff...

I really don't know how to put it. $35 I can still believe but now blaming me of giving $150 change is just outrageous! Or a more acceptable reason was to accuse me of stealing. I understand that she had every reason to think so because according to her everything wrong happened during my shift, but why would I steal that money? Couldn't I just clean out the whole drawer run away and never go back? I wouldn't have to work for at least a month! Yea she doesn't know me so fair enough. But what if the error occurred when SHE was resetting the values?

I just think it's fucked up. And I feel fucking useless now. Can't fucking get good grades, can't keep a fucking job for more than 4 months, fucking fat, can't fucking socialize. What can I do right?

And now I'm ranting so that makes me a whiner and an attention hog too...

It's OK. I'll survive...

P.S. Sorry for giving too many fucks today, but that's the only word I can think of which can appropriately describe what I'm feeling right now. Unless you want me to say "My emotions right now are sinking into that dark void..." Never mind... 

你一定很好奇，我自己也很好奇，为什么考试前一晚还那么空闲来这里打 blog……

昨天半夜收到朋友的短讯，说他妈妈看到新闻报道外国学生压力过大自杀，然后叫我不要自杀…… （=_______=）我人怕痛，所以绝对不会自杀，可是看到短讯过后却很感动，世上某个角落还有人在关心我。

今天我和朋友发短讯问到了现在就读的科系。过后去冲凉时痛快崩溃了一场。

自己也模糊了。到底为什么当初会选这科系。是老豆要实践 “女儿当医生，或药剂师开一间自己的药行” 的亚洲爸爸梦？是他认为非科学系读了 “没出息” ？是我怕输怕被人看不起想要挑战自己证明给别人看？还是我曾经想过设计之类的系可以自己修？或者，是我们共同的决定我也忘了。我只知道，读了一年半，从来没有一个另人有满足感的时候，反而让人气愤，焦虑，失望的时候……

这个交叉路口，我又选错方向了吗？

曾经想过放弃，可是拿起了，既然努力耕耘过，怎么放下？

要说难读其实不难读，及格也不难。（除了大三其中一科，听前辈们互相请教这科的时候常常问一句：“你这科几时拿的？” 因为每年最多人不及格的就是这科，不及格的话隔年又得从新修过了。）可是要考到科科 HD 标青的成绩，难度很高。别说大考，就连小考也一样，明明就很努力地读了，可是成绩还是那样。偏偏有一群整天只读书成绩很变态的变态老，或更可怕的那几个整天不读书，或从来每在上课时出现，成绩却比你这个有读书的蠢材还好的超级无敌变态。小考你考到 8.5/10 很好了对吧？考到 10/10 的眼中钉却在单上出现。明明那个天才教授上课上一个小时，用了半个小时说没有关系到考试的东西，课也没教完，这些 10/10 究竟那里来？*翻桌* 对于这些人，从来没有过的憎恨浮现了。前几天温习功课时突然把笔记扔在地上崩溃了，心想成绩只不过那样干吗那么努力了？

我努力了，成绩却不成对比。那种失望无助。

这里朋友很少，能真正说话的也不超过 5 个。可能是因为过去在学院发生不愉快的事情变得孤僻一些。来到这里朋友更少，结果发现自己完全忘了怎么交际。以前会说不好笑的冷笑话来到这里不冷也不好笑了。而且又担心别人怎么看待自己，担心不愉快的事情又发生，只好闭嘴不说话了。别人不断交新朋友，自己却裹足原地踏步。说自己孤单也很活该，结果不断压抑，说又不是得了什么癌症干吗那么多愁善感？到最后连和在马来西亚的朋友交谈也出问题了，要开口也不知道要说什么。一个话题说说一点就没了。明明很想念很想再说下去却不知怎么开口了。

感觉上心灵好像一只木鱼那样，麻木，空虚地作响。现在流泪也不知道是为什么。什么喜怒哀乐也分不清楚了，或者完全没感觉了？

空了。真的空了。

The Misadventures Down Under 2: 工作语录 2

My job... Former job...

Waitress. Taking orders, serving people. Yep, sounds simple. And that was what I thought before I started this job. I didn't know I had to usher, order, serve, clean and do whatever shit anyone else asks you to do. No I don't hate it I pretty much like it actually xD

Usually the cafe is pretty busy around peak hours, which are meal times and you just have to churn at 100 km/h. Absolutely no time to stop. You take an order here, there another customer is demanding why his croquettes aren't on the table yet. Meanwhile the sushi bar in front is ringing the bell indicating an order is ready. Suddenly customers stand up and you have to rush to clear away everything so that the table is ready for the next table in the shortest time frame possible. So multitasking is pretty important. And at this hour you really really hope someone gives you random shit to do, like refilling the sauce, peeling prawns, washing the cups, drying the cutlery etc.

And there are the times when the cafe is absolutely nice peaceful and, well it's not empty but, less people in there. At this time you'll want to look busy so no one asks you to do random shit and you can't enjoy that tranquility. So you pick up a pitcher of water and pretend to walk around asking anyone if they'd like a refill. Or else you hide behind the sink and wash the cups or dry the cutlery, just so you don't stand out enough and provide an easy target for anyone needing help to do anything else or just plain get blamed for slacking on the job.

And the drinks bar... You never want to get stuck there... Because once you go in and shit gets real, there is no way you're ever going to make it out of there... At peak hours there'll be endless cups to wash and endless drinks to make... No, you'll never make it out of there until the crowd dies down...

Well that's just what I feel... So doing random shit instead of serving qqgg customers are my preference... Because... They're just plain qqgg people out there... It really is an eye-opener.

Some people I have met throughout my time here.

1. The indecisive guy
Says he's ready to order, then lets you wait 1238109 minutes as he tries to make a decision, or else banter with his partner/s about what he/she/it/I/you/we/they should get. Well don't mind these people when it's quiet. But when it's busy and you have a thousand shits on your mind about which table you haven't served or cleared or anything else, all you feel like doing is pulling all your hair out, scream and run around in circles...

2. The inquisitive guy
Ponders over the menu, then looks at you and asks: "What do you recommend?" There was once customers asked me over the cooking method of beef I'd recommend... I don't even eat beef, and the closest meat to that I eat is mutton, which... I don't even use those cooking methods... And worst of all I'd never tried anything on the menu before... Besides the takoyaki. Yea. So I had to once again put on my best Oscar-winning-face-of-a-smarty-pants and summon all I have learnt from random cooking shows I watch on TV. "Oh if you stew beef wrongly it could possibly go quite tough, so I'd recommend you order the barbecued ones instead?"

Bullshit I don't even know if it's true or not... And they actually went for BBQ beef... I stayed well away from that table after order that night...

3. The interrogator
Occasionally there will be friendly, usually middle-aged or elderly people who will walk in and ask about you, where you're from, where you're studying, where you stay, what colour your underwear is... Then they'd comment on your language. There was an elderly couple who were surprised that Malaysians could speak English, and I have had people telling me I sounded American (Pretty much an epic fail for my Aussie accent...), Mainland Chinese, Taiwanese. Sometimes you really can't stay to chat, but they're so friendly you feel really bad to just walk out on them... Ah well...

4. The couples
Oh yeah... Them... I look at them, and pretend not to see what they're doing... And what I see cannot be unseen... Especially when serving food it gets all awkward because when you want to put the food on the table they'd have their hands linked across the table looking so lovingly into each others' eyes. And here you come to tear them apart... (Sinister music plays, here comes the light-bulb...)

5. The small eater
Regretfully I fall into this category... xD Well I don't mind you asking about portions but ordering 3 slices of sashimi... Oh fine well I don't mind perhaps but it makes it quite hard for us to enter order... We have to do the math ourselves. Divide and times the price all over again so... Maybe I'll try not to do that anymore and just grab someone out to share. Sorry to all the waiters and waitresses who once felt like kicking me xD

6. The picky eaters
No onions, switching a sauce with another sauce, sushi set omit all the big rolls only small rolls wanted, handrolls and inari set omit inari make it all handrolls, orders ramen but only for the soup not the ramen... And the list goes on and on... Well this category is much better than the next category. At least you go only for what you want and you don't throw stuff away afterwards.

7. The first-world-citizen-who-does-not-know-the-value-of-food
This applies to pretty much most of the customers here. I understand that the portions here are massive, but you could at least be picky or ask for a takeaway box? What beats me is that every time I go to clear their dishes they say: "Thank you, it was really good. My compliments to the chef."

Yea bro yea, then why didn't you finish it or pack it? And when I mean don't finish, it's not just a little bit left behind on the plate, sometimes it's the whole plate untouched! I admit the portions here are massive but at least you could do takeaway or something? Every day I'm tipping an enormous amount of food into the bin which if could be salvaged is enough to feed a family of say... 4 for a week? And that's only on my part, what if you add up what everyone is tipping into the bin? There are so many people who can't even afford a proper meal a day (Sorry... I sound so auntie-ish) and you're doing this to your food. It's just plain disrespectful, both to the ingredients (Er... when they were still living that is...) and the person who prepared your food.

OK my rant is over :p

And just to be random, I'll just briefly talk about the media system in the place. It's a Japanese cafe, yet the songs on the system are 90% English. 2 Korean songs, no Japanese... Everyday I have been listening to the same music over and over again that I know which song is going to come after which. The 2 Korean songs on the track are BAP's Crash and of course, Gangnam Style, which I wonder why until now no one has started dancing randomly while serving... Because I certainly have seen customers start dancing randomly in their seats... Oh WTF we pride ourselves in having an immense amount of self-control to not smash up the player for playing the same songs so fkin many times... Initially thought of jacking the player and loading it with SNSD, IU and DBSK's Japanese albums on my last day but oh the joy... It's an awesome super-modern CD player... So got stuck with Ke$ha, Maroon 5, Avril Lavigne and Carly Rae Jepsen. Speaking of Jepsen, Call Me Maybe was on the tracklist and every time it played I'd singing to it and almost dying trying not to laugh... Why?

Yea that's why...

MmKBai :)

The Misadventures Down Under 2: 工作语录 1

Last day of work...

My manager walked past today and said: "Maxine, your last day? Next time if you wanna come back give me a call one week in advance OK?" I'm really touched T______________T

I actually like this job at the Japanese cafe a lot. So why was this my last day?

It started last Saturday morning. I was still asleep, and my phone rang. I was gonna just dismiss the call and let it continue ringing, but the screen showed a number I'd never seen before. Curiosity killed the cat, I picked up the call while cussing in all the 6500 languages spoken worldwide. A lady was at the other end and said: "I'm from xx Express (That random convenience store behind my house which pays $15 an hour for people to stand behind the counter and stare at the fridge.) Come down for a chat whenever you're free."

Genius managers they have here. They always seem to know when you already have a job, and they come up with a better one with higher pay...

I went over to the convenience store to check things out on Monday. The !@#$ manager seemed to be exploiting me because she would not be paying me for the training period, and I was like some slave for the day because I had to restock the fridge FROM INSIDE MIND YOU... It's like asking you to drink water but not giving you a cup... No that's a shitty metaphor but you know what I mean...

*But it's so near... And the pay is higher...*

So reluctantly I put on my best Oscar-winning-face-of-misery on Tuesday...

(Melancholic OST plays...)
M: I got my timetable...
K: But...? (He psychic or what...)
M: It's really packed... (Starts wiping imaginary tears pooling in eyes)
K: You could work once a week? Shorter shift? (Look of desperation)
M: My parents... They don't allow me to work anymore... (Starts sobbing uncontrollably...)
K: In that case, you can come back during the holidays then. I have a guy here who comes back once a year too, during the holidays.
M: Really? Thank you! (Eyes glimmer with hope and joy...)

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OK wait so does that mean he's really desperate for manpower or he just plain loves me... Oh come on obviously... (Self-brainwashing)

Anyway now I can finally, proudly and truthfully say that I've been a waitress. I loved this experience, learned many things, met many people (and that includes the fact that I managed to slim down my thighs due to walking and standing for 8 hours a day non-stop on the job. xD).

Ah well, I'll miss this job, it's my first real job in Melbourne after all! :)

The Misadventures Down Under 2: Reporting For Duty!

今天上班第一天……

根本就不像是一个女生会穿的东西……

 去到那边离上班时间还有 10 分钟……（冒冷汗），还好经理还没到。有个姐姐给了我制服叫我换了，把包包放在 store 里面，然后给了武器！

今天的武器……

这份工，128179672817261 个字的故事简短来说，不错。比上一分工轻松（虽然要站着 7 个小时以上……），一起做工的姐姐们和经理（到此为止）都很不错，什么东西有问必答，而且对我这个笨手笨脚的人很有耐心…… 经理样子有点像戴眼睛有胡渣又超瘦的 Choi Daniel！哇哈哈…… 工作范围挺广的。除了 ushering，拿 order，捧菜，收碗碟，人多的时候要帮忙顾楼上，顾客点饭的话要给汤，没点饮料的话要端水……等等。很多 code 要记得，可是还好，我是记 code 长大的，所以很快顺手。

第一个轮班，在楼下做了约 4 个小时的工，除了不小心掉了一把刀之外一切都还算风平浪静。过后休息一个小时，去楼上窝在一个角落看小说。休息过后继续工作一下子，姐姐叫我吃晚餐（不错有提供膳食 ^^），然后继续血拼。途中有个姐姐突然问另外一个姐姐什么什么韩文怎么说。这时候想考考自己结果问那位韩国人姐姐：“너 한국인 이에요？（你是韩国人？）” 她说是然后反问我（她看来有点怀疑，也许因为我第一次看到她很兴奋地用华语问了她一大堆东西她才说她不会讲华语哈哈哈 ==）。过后还遇到一对在之前那间酒楼做工认识的工友，有点惊喜。其实这个时候真的不想见任何人了。突然经理一脚把我踢了上楼：“你跟 xx 学怎么准备楼上。”（暗喜，不用见人了。）

清理和确保每桌餐具够不够，那个姐姐叫我剥虾壳。*successkid.jpg
整个人就在楼上自闭拔虾壳。其实虽然说我很讨厌拔虾壳（我不吃虾只有一个情况-虾壳还没拔……），可是因为虾壳拔了只剩尾巴，于是很乐意地拔完了两包。

下楼了一阵子，经理又一脚把我踢了上去：“你去学怎样弄紫菜。”（他不然是个善解人意的好男人，不然就根本不想看到我……*自我催眠中……）

要把一包包冻结的紫菜弄散，然后包装进小盒子。那边应该有至少 20 公斤的紫菜，我和韩国人姐姐一起在那边弄，谈话中得知她是 VIP-Big Bang 的饭。后来她比我早下班，我继续弄到 10 点下班。走之前经理还很打趣地问：“你以后敢不敢吃紫菜？” 我说不敢了……

回到家冲凉房里一只超大只的蜘蛛等着迎接我（我怀疑它想偷窥我们要不然怎么在冲凉房不在其他地方死变态……）。没想到我和室友觉得它样衰把它赶出去了。

明天……其实是今天还要做工。今天 $90 进口袋了，Fighting！

The Misadventures Down Under 2: Roach Invasion...

Yesterday night, or rather today morning I was being a good girl going revising my Korean language online lessons when suddenly I saw something black on my wrist. I flung my wrist and something dropped onto the table and crackled... Big, black, with long thin feelers and spiny legs...

!@#$%&...

My first reaction was: "FUCK YOU GET OUT!!!" *Blow blow blow swat swat swat...

It wouldn't budge.

So I sat on the bed watching it crawl all over my table. chair, printer... Really wanted to get a slipper and mash it but I'd dirty everything... And I'd be risking that it would get alarmed and fly...

If there is anything worse than a flying roach... No, there's nothing worse than a flying roach...

Imagining pokemon battle scene:

Wild cockroach appeared. Wild cockroach used fly. It's super effective... Human fainted.

So all I could do was sit there keep an eye on it and make sure it doesn't disappear... Oh OK now you can add disappearing cockroach on the "Worst things that can happen" list... 

It got to a point I was going to pull all my hair out, run around in circles and scream. It was sitting still on my printer, so I went to the kitchen, got a glass, went back into the room. Thank coconuts it was still there on my printer. I crept up and tried to trap it with the glass. But unfortunately my aim was poor...

Luckily it didn't go far, and after some nudging and banging of chairs onto the printer, it went back up where I could catch it and I quickly cupped the glass over it, slipped a piece of paper underneath, took it to the toilet, let it crawl into the toilet bowl, flush, and laugh triumphantly. No actually it was more like...

Ahh... How nostalgic, I once disposed of another roach like this, 9 years ago... Besides the fact that the roach I sent swimming was a tiny little roach, not a big, black one...

Took me one whole hour to get rid of one fucking cockroach... And that night after the not so epic battle, I was not able to sleep, until 5 a.m....

The MIsadventures Down Under 2: I Got A Job, Again...

话说上次找工时，有间奇奇怪怪的酒楼，什么东西不问就马上请了。那天第一天去做工时才知道吃力不讨好。这间酒楼有早市午市，早市卖点心，下午晚上卖酒楼菜。因为是新手，他们不让我帮忙负责点心，推着堆满点心的小推车滚来滚去，就把我推到楼面混。那天工作范围就是泡茶倒茶，收碗碟，摆好桌面，做跑腿之类的……Manager 大人说我不够醒目（明明就是不知所措……），而且抹干匙叉时又弄破了一支汤匙……@.@ 这份工好在哪里就是为你提供膳食，而且很丰富！早上有饭菜，放工有点心吃。可是工资只有一个小时 $8…… 鸡蛋糕别人在便利店柜台后面滚来滚去都有一个小时 $15 拿……

就这样某天，我接到了一通电话，说是一间我滚了进去丢了简历然后滚出来的日本 cafe 打来的。经理说我被录取了，可是餐馆暂时还在装修中，而且他要回马来西亚过年，回来了再打给我通知。兴奋不已，马上辞掉前一份工，拿了工钱。真岂有此理……他竟然只给了我一个小时 $7，说我那天做得不够熟手 !@#$%……（天下6500种语言的脏话我顿时很神奇地都讲得出了。）

话说回来今天我去巴刹买菜时突然接到一通电话，看看号码完全不知道是谁来的，不知是不是私生饭跟踪我，把我买下来的菜和价钱一一记下来，然后跟我回家。（哦莫太恐怖了……早知道戴墨镜帽子和口罩出门。）还是冒着形象矜持被破坏的危险接了电话。

哦原来是亲爱敬爱可爱的经理打来，叫我得空过去找他谈谈。

于是回家放了东西再回到城里找他。走进 cafe 问柜台的服务生说经理大人在吗，同时脑里在想像着经理会是什么样子的……
最好就是……


可是那幅情景就是死都不肯出现……
*暗笑……

可就在这时候他出现了。有点……无言……

年轻小伙子，样子不错挺斯文，戴着一副眼镜……

他问的东西都很奇怪……好像完全没看过我简历一样，可是也要体谅他，看他因为cafe装修工作也便秘到屁股爆炸了。他也不知道怎么会知道我面对他也紧张到屁股爆炸，讲：“Don't be nervous, I'm very easy going.” 

问到我有没有在墨尔本做过工时，
我：哦…………（真的要和他说在那边做过工吗……）有……
他：在哪里？
我：xx （酒楼的名字）
他：那边哦，经理是xx？
我：哦。
他：做多久了？
我：（你这不会是特地刁难我吧……）*沉默……一天。
他：（偷笑）怎么不做了？
我：很久没捧餐了，突然做那么大型的酒楼有点不惯，很复杂。（其实都是 bullshit 我根本没有捧过餐，只不过随便写进简历滥竽充数……）
他：哦，那你在马来西亚在哪里做过工？
我：（又要睁眼说骗话了）xxx
他：哦！那里啊！我去过，是在……
我：Kepong
他：哦 Damansara 也有一间啊，是有自助餐的吧？
我：（你再讲下去我扯头发给你看啦……）哦，以前是有，现在不知道了。

还好他停了。可是又问我读什么，然后叫我不要回去马来西亚……
就这样折腾了约 20 分钟，我被放出来了。现在只需要等他打来叫我去做工。

天啊希望这分工可以好好做好好赚啦……我要我的 DSLR，还有去韩国旅行……

The Misadventures Down Under 2: Random

在人来车往的繁忙城市街道上跳舞，超有 feel 的！^^

The Misadventures Down Under 2: Day At The Beach

I went to Brighton Beach ^^

Weather that morning was quite cloudy, good for a walk outside.

Looking at the waves rolling onto the beach. Super got feel xD

Well that's nice, an old couple hand in hand...

Water was so clear you could see the rocks and seaweed underwater. (Kinda reminds me of the weird art teacher who asked us to draw rocks underwater in Form 3...)

Strange seaweed which looks like a mop... (or Temenggung Jugah's hair...)

Oh uhm sorry... Too free nothing to do...

There were black swans... :o

吃饱没事做是这样的啦……

Sunbathing...

Brighton Beach is famous for its beach houses...

Number 66 looks like a wave from a Japanese painting...

Dolphin!!!

Go Aussie!!! ZzzZzz...

Rainbow xD

My lucky number kekeke... ^^

And let's have a look at some bin tai people who did this, don't know who...

It's a kiddy car! xD

Promise to come back with some better shots. Sorry >.<

The Misadventures Down Under 2: Happy CNY From Down Under!

First day of CNY, I'm stuck in Melbourne, no cookies, no new year cake, no poker, no rummy, no friends, no family. Awesome as... ==

All I did was go to the city for a walk because there was a CNY procession in the city. 

I'm usually an antifan of the colour red, but this year I made an exception...

Yeah, only for that reason...

Weather today was good. When I got there the procession had already started.

Not to be critical, but the dragon really looks like it broke its spine or something...

Not exactly better with the second dragon... 

And then came two acrobats on stilts, dressed supposedly as a Chinese emperor and the queen? Looks more like... Like... Like... I don't know... Some servant from a Japanese manga? Or geisha? Or... Man I don't even watch Hong Kong dramas and I know the difference... *You don't say

 Further down the road there were canvas tents set up. Many people set up stalls here...

Apparently, putting a potato on a stick increases it's value by 1000%... ==

Aaaand... I have no idea what real estate has to do with Lunar New Year either... To find out, call 1800638888.

Look at the crowd...

And I came across this stall flinging some tidbits to the passer-bys... In case you didn't see the bag of tidbits, it's highlighted with a yellow circle...

Further down there was a stage with some dance performances. Sorry, the angle from where I was taking this photo looks... Really wrong...

Nah well now you see it's not wrong, because they were wearing shirts with... Split colours. So one side is male one side is female... I bet that just made you even more confused... Never mind...

And since "Melbourne is such a multi-cultural city" they decided to give us some Brazilian dance by sexy ladies ooohhhhh... :O

Eihhhh... Sexy lady...

Last but not least, there were lion dances around the city. A few clubs went around the city performing lion dances for the Chinese owned shops.

Uber cool angmo drummer.

She looks even cooler here... ♥.♥

This just looks like... Lion: "OOOOOHHHH It's soooo pweeetttyyyy I wanna buy one!" *:3

What's under there? BROMANCE *Nigahiga style

And, I got so bored, went home, got my laptop, headed to uni because Wi-Fi wasn't fixed yet.

My first CNY overseas... Awesome as... =__________________= kthxbai

Oh by the way, Happy Chinese New Year! :D