A girl who loves chocolates, tomyam, spaghetti, shopping, travelling, photography, reading
Talks less but thinks more, or maybe more than you ever imagined....

thegirlnextDOOR

-WORKING-

It has been nice days for me as I work and enjoy at the same time.

Sometimes, when more work tend to come, I feel dat time flies very fast. As if it aint sufficient for me to utilize.
When I’ve got nothing to do, I will keep staring at the clock hanging on the wall. Wishing that time passes as fast as it could.

I enjoyed doing the tasks given these few days. It made me realized a lot. Not just to work and wait for the monthly salary. Instead, I work to learn. I do not work to get paid only.

Life’s never a smooth one. Of course, it applies in working too. I accept the facts or reality that beginners do make mistakes. I did it. But it wasn’t a huge one. So, making mistakes makes us learn and experience gradually.

Working doesn’t mean we just work alone. It nids teamwork. It nids clear explanation. It nids us to have cleared eyes and opened ears. Bcoz as a trainee, I have to noe wat he/she wants me to do. I have to comprehend whatever he/she has instructed me to complete on time.

Weeks and weeks passed, left only 2 more weeks before I start my Uni life again. Im happy bcoz boss treated us quite a lot. Each meal will cost around RM50 per person. That’s a lot. But the company pays. =) In fact, I’m quite full now. Bcoz he treated us to tgi.Friday’s for lunch just now.

Alrite. Time to continue my work. Update soon.

.:KINSHIP:.

The most important ingredient of our daily lives.
The most significant element we gotta treasure.
The best damn thing you find it so true and pure.
Thank GOD.
I’m a lucky person.
I’m able to cherish. My dad, mum, sis, grandma & godmum.

Sometimes, it’s sad. When I see some of my friends. They have only a mum or dad.
Bcoz either one had passed away for years.
Bcoz either one had left the wife n children due to his own selfishness.
Bcoz either one possesses no responsibility for the family.
Bcoz either one has many more reasons to leave his/her family.
These stories happened on my frenz’ lives. I’ve seen and heard a lot.
They reflect a lot to me.
The ability to treasure.
The willingness to treasure but he/she does not have the chance to.

There’s a story from my very own good friend.
She has her mother opening a small shop selling daily utilities. Her dad passed away since she was form 2. She’s an intelligent gal. She’s obedient. Her younger sis is 20 now. Working full-time away from home. Her little brother currently in form2. Studying.
One day, the teacher called the mum. Saying the son didn’t attend classes for ages. Out of curiosity, the mum wish to know why it happened, but she was shy to confront him face-to-face. The mum fon my fren and told her bout this matter. My fren msged her brother and asked. Lil’ brother refused to tell. My fren was sad. After asking for hours, finally she got an answer. But not the reason why he skipped class.
The lil’ brother only said, he dislike the teasing from friends. Laughing at him, a boy without father. The lil’ boy chosed to prove to his fren. He can do everything without a dad. We have no answer to the Question Mark.
Maybe he went to work. Maybe he is doing illegal things.
My fren knows her brother wont dare to break the law. So, for the sake of giving him some pride, she decided to keep silent. No answer somehow shows a better signal to their kinship. My fren was sad but she insisted to be strong externally.
I wonder.
Which era are we in? Why is that such teases still exist?

When you truly have seen and read true stories about it.
Naturally, you know you’re fortunate. Cherish. Treasure. You’re lucky.

The RICHEST.

Wow.. The richest person in the world is the so-called addicted smoker.
I really dislike those holding cigarettes and standing or sitting down.. the ashes burning down. The smell.. so Yucks..

Why are they rich?
Imagine. RM8 average per packet in the market. We can estimate, roughly 1 packet per day for an average smoker. RM8 x 7days a week= RM56.
1 month= 4 weeks = RM224. 1 year= 12 months= RM2688
OMG! Perhaps, dats a month's working salary for some.
I can buy lots of things with dat amount of money.
They are rich.. Sometimes, I would think..
Why such ppl would think of smoking.. did they ever know it's harmful for health? Do they love their body? Are they aware of the costs it will bring to them? What are the disadvantageS? And I dont think there are advantages of smoking!

I hate it. Especially, when they were idling around. Berbual2 kosong sambil mengeluarkan asap yang sangat busuk! This isnt funny.
I even experienced it when the ashes flew to my head.

Dats why. Next time we call them -the rich people-.

Their JOBscope-

Yesterday night had the feeling to scribble a short thoughts here. But I was too tired of looking at the PC whole day. Therefore, I hv decided to drop it today- working hour. LoL.
Each morning.. Taking bus and lrt to work. It lets me to strive to think a LOT.
About? Of coz.. it's related with the topic today. It's called JOB a.k.a CAREER.
Why is this so?
Everytime seeing different or perhaps the same people at the same time and the same place. All of them, have very different careers. All are wearing different dress code. All have assorted looks on their faces. Some are glad, some are tired, some even moodless..
Why? Perhaps they love their work sooooooooooo much.
Or maybe they hate it!
However, I'm more interested to tell about the security guards. Or sometimes they're known as the doorkeeper. Why? Because I salute them.
Reason :
Everyday I come to work, the guards will be here.. no idea how early they started working. When it's 5.30pm, time to knock off... they're still here. I had the urge to smile at them and tell them.. I respect them a lot. But, somehow.. when I look at them.. they din notice it. Sob~.. perhaps I'm not pretty enuff to capture their attention~ =(
Globally.. Im sure we cant manage to determine the numbers of occupations.. There are really a LOT~! Each has their own different features that are incomparable.
All along, I respect the guards team. They hold a huge responsibility for it.
Not only the guards at my workplace. Even the guards at my current staying areas are so cooL. Sometimes, I walk down to the bus stop. That's about 200m away. The guard will be standing in the middle of the distance just to ensure we are safe, especially gals. Before I could react, he smiled at me.
I feel warmth. =)

-D|o|N|a|t|i|O|n|s-

Not just lately. But it has been lasting for a month, I guess. Initially, I was thinking it’s just a natural disaster which caused endless flow of tears to humans throughout the globe. People mention it because they concern and care. Neither did I expect it to become a “HOT” news that people often raise up when they were just having a mere chat with family members and friends. It has become exactly like gossips.
I experienced it not just once but couple of times when I meet up with relatives etc.. People would normally ask.

“Hey, have u donated for the SiChuan earthquake or Myanmar cyclone victims”?

"How much you've forked out for the victims"?

Questions like this surely flooded the conversation between me and others. But I'm not the one who initiated this topic. LoL.
It is no longer become a concern I supposed it to be.
It has turned out to be a chatter instead.

However, in the end, I know. We care. We love them. We just want to help.

I am not TIMID anymore.

.:Friday morning:.
.:eight.zero nine.AM:.
.:bus number five zero five B:.

Today, as usual, I came to work by bus. I got onto the bus and sat until the bus passed by few bus stops in the AMcorp mall area.
The next stop, a very old lady came up. Spectacled, wrinkled skin, hunchbacked, with an umbrella hung on the lower part of the arm. It is apparent she's old.

During the past, I would only mumbled to myself internally.
"Should I let her sit?" *was a thought*
I was timid to act. I was shy to let others see it. Everyone will be staring at me. I was scared to show I care.

However, this time is dissimilar.
I didnt mumble. I voiced out to myself.
"Wanna give PoPo sit ma?" *it was words but with an action too*
This time I dare not do nothing. I stood up, looked at her and pointed to my empty seat. She replied with such a heartwarming word.
"T-h-a-n-k Y-o-u". Loud and clear, with a smile.
She actually was so polite to me. This shows she's grateful, I am touched.

It did not end here. Unexpected thing happened next.
A young indian guy, somehow in a hip-hop attire, got up from his seat and asked me to sit. I lagi touched. At the same time, an AhGong in his mid-sixties I think, got up to the bus. I told the guy, "It's okay. Let 'him' sit". AhGong sat down then.

This is a real phenomenon, when I truly see glimpse of hope, care and love surrounding us. Perhaps, when we do something, be sincere. People will realise and sense it. Just like that guy.

I'm happy because I'm brave this time. I'm not arrogant. I'm just feeling proud I am not the coward Lee anymore. Thank God.

C.L.U.B.B.i.N.G

What on earth these alphabetz mean to u?
For me.. I do think it's rather a time-consuming activity and brings nothing beneficial to use. Why is that so? Because I just go there and hang out with friends and unknown people as well. What else? I drink- alcohol, wine, juices, etc. I dance. I chit-chatted with friends. I move around. I mix with everyone.
This is what CLUBBING means to me. Anymore wanna add?

Well, two days ago started a bit of interaction with a malay colleague as we were assigned on completing the similar task. Questions like where I'm staying currently, the rental fees, transport etc. Out of a sudden, she raised up the question regarding CLUBBING.
"Rachel, awak pernah pergi clubbing tak?"
"Tak pernah *smile*"
"Oh, kawan di Universiti tak pernah ajak ke?"
"Tak, kawan saye biasanye tak pergi sane"
Wow... a malay gal asked dis kind of Question, surely raised my eyebrows. I mean.. MINE only. That's of coz.. verbally showing she's open-minded. She's exposed to this type of activity. Physically, she definitely experienced it before.
She dont wear tudung. By all means, she is fully supportive of this.

To me, it's of course not a harmful activity. Neither it's a useful one.
I never thought of requesting anyone to bring me there. Neither *think* of experiencing it. I'd rather use the time for better things.
Roommate once told me to try once. As I'm already an adult. Because at least I know it isnt anything bad just like I imagine. But I told her, wait till ONE day, when I feel wanna go.. only I would go and have a look.
Am I a weirdo? Perhaps, or perhaps not.
Am I conservative?
I dont think so.
I can use the money and time on something better. That's what I have in mind.

Just finished reading shanna’s previous blog.
Reminds me of the same thing.

I possess the same thinking as u too! Both me and my sis were planning various ways to make our parents feel accommodated when my sis leave the house for studies.
Well, once we were having girls’ talk. My sis suggested mum to go for yoga classes… or perhaps, dance classes, gym courses and etc. She had all these plans mainly because when she had left the house.. Loneliness will begin to surround Mum and this will make her feeling bored.. getting older sooner than expected.
Mum recently asked sis about the methods using streamyx for another laptop, as we’re using it for desktop right now. Mum is planning to use laptop *Coz we have an extra laptop at home and no one is using it*
She wants to learn how to surf the web and MSN wif aunt or both of us.
Aunt in Klang started to online and use it for chatting lately, but she’s still a beginner.
Then.. dad begins to say that he wanted to blog too!! (like ur dad, SN) Hehe.. But, wats so disappointed in him was.. he actually intended to ask my sis to type for him and post it up on the net..~

Reasons : He is not used to typing. He’d rather do handwriting.
Dr.M is blogging, but his secretary helps him to type. Dad wanna follow
his footstep. (So, my sis will become Dad’s secretary?) This is funny.

Summary : Early planning for parents before children leaves home for work or studies
makes great choice.