March 2007 archive
Aiyo… Yesterday, I’ve told the Boss from the printing house at Pertama Complex there and he could accept that I couldn’t take the job. But, the sister who is taking care of the computer store keep calling from yesterday until today and talking the same thing like that day.This is the kind of people that I always scare of. Once they know you, they won’t let you go although you’ve said no. Plus keep telling you about safe your life, all those ‘speech’. Like they are the savior. I know she has a good purpose but not hunting people until like that one moh. Frighten me got la.
She keeps on saying that they want to help and save Chinese, especially I’m from Indonesia. That I’m so lucky can meet them for they want to apply the permit for me, if I’m good then maybe they will apply PR for me. (Sai la. Talk only, don’t know few months later how, some more want me to pay first. No letter for me also.) Then hor, I can bring my parents to immigrate here and later on my brother. Cos now Indonesia is not a safe place to live and stay anymore. Slowly from Malaysia, move back to our original place which is China.
On the interview that day, she talked lagi banyak. What I notice was she and the other sister had the typical mindset about Indonesia.
“It is not a safe place hor. So messy. Bom everywhere. Indonesian (hua na) kill Indonesian Chinese.” What, you thought Ahmad meet AhBeng in the street not knowing each other then suddenly kill him one ah? Siao la. Like that Indonesia population getting lesser already lo. Jails, hospitals also full like that.
“Want to go out also very scare hor.” What, after 6pm everyone go back stay at home lock window and door everything and sleep at 8pm ah? Nah, we also have life one. Shopping, clubbing, limteh, you name it la.
“Cannot read and learn Mandarin one hor. Then, your father mother don’t know how to read, write, speak Mandarin lo?” Eh sorry ya, my parents know and understand Mandarin although not pro la. And now, we are open to learn whatever language we want to learn.
You say la, how come I not frighten? What move back to China? What Indonesia not safe to live anymore? We are not having big war what.
There are a lot more but I can’t recall it. The conversation that day last for 1 hour plus. I thought just show my portfolio to her then fine already cos that’s what the Boss told me. Mana tau.. The interview with the Boss only 30min like that.
Isshh.. I damn tu lan such kind of person with such perception towards Indonesia. Stupid fella. Heard about all those negative things from A la, B la. Yeah, the original news is this big. Then B add in salt la, chili padi la, become spicier and two times bigger the news. Then C add in other stuffs some more, until the auntie heard about the news already spoil with ’1001 poisons’.
Then she mentioned that she wants the new staff to be able to multi task, like sweep the dirty messy floor ah, bla bla bla. I’m fine with multi task but seeing her, I think the multi task that she talking about is gonna be a huge multi task. Later everything also want me to cover like her babu.
Plus salary RM1000 you ask me how to live? I already calculate. Ngam – ngam for rental, bill, transport, food, no need save or send to parents already lo. The place is not near some more. Haihz..
She keeps on pushing me with the point that they can help me to stay here, then later whole family can immigrate to here. -__-” Nah, she didn’t know I’m in a relationship with a Malaysian. If I don’t find a job at here now, the worse thing is I go back Medan only mah. Few years later if married to him, I’m gonna stay here or other country maybe. Muahaha.. So lan si now..
Some more if you ask my parents to immigrate here, even if it’s free, they also don’t want I think. How my dad gonna eat without the spicy that he was so used to it one? He gonna keep on whining complaining about the no-spicy-taste with the grumpy face. Indonesia food is so irreplaceable la. I so want it now!
Aiyo, auntie, please leave me alone can or not? I truly appreciate your effort and the meaning, everything.
Ahaha.. I found it! I found it!
Finally.. The website of Immigration Malaysia that provides info on foreign employment and stuffs.
It helps alot. Really. But the procedure seems to be complicated, for me. The page is here.
I might not need it now for I have decided to fly back and work there first. But it definitely a useful tool for me in the future. Maybe, who knows. I’m happy cos at least I know how is the procedure already. Something that I have been looking for all this while.
But something makes me so boh song is that the fee for Peninsular is more expensive than Sabah & Sarawak. How come eh? Normally buy magazine or other things, is Sabah Sarawak more expensive one. But when comes to employment, it’s the opposite side pula. ISshh…
And oh, the point form (with the plus sign at the left of the sentence) can’t be opened when I clicked on it, in Firefox. No choice have to use IE lo. Wonder why.
Actually I found it while browsing thru Liewcf’s blog. I don’t know what wind that brings me to his page. I rarely ‘jalan-jalan’ to his page one cos it fulls with ad sense those things. Just so annoying.
Also, I found out that I can listen to Malaysia’s radio online! Wuhu! Mix fm, hitz fm, fly fm, etc you name it. But have to wait it streams. Still it’s better than keep on listening to the songs that I have. Some more they have DJs (real people who talks!) and ads~! Find it here.
No TV, no radio, luckily internet save my life. Muahaha.
I also found out, boredom and having too much time will bring me surf to everywhere and accidentally find something interesting. Then bye bye boredom~! Good one.
Meanwhile, my leg is getting better in terms of not that pain anymore. But it looks Fugly rite now. 
The gelembung is just so geli. Euy~! My heart melt when I apply the cream on it. I don’t dare to break the gelembung though. But I’m afraid to look at it when it gets bigger and bigger.
Yes, this is my leg NOW. What I always see and read from magazine or tabloid, now I see it and feel it myself. Great experience.
Bloody sial~! It’s been a while I never had such a big incident that hurt myself physically since I was in school. Today is the day that I won’t forget for the whole of my life.My superstitious side tell me that there must be something behind it. This is the 2nd time after getting in the boar year, I get money in and not long after that out for stupid reason.
The first one is because I accidentally step on my specs. The lenses broke and I have to change them with a new one. The deposit from my ex-house owner gone for this. Sigh.. I never put my specs on the floor until that day. Why oh why?
The second one, which is today, my boy told me to have dinner first for he will come back late. I’m so lazy to eat outside and in the mood to cook pasta myself. The chicken is ready, and so is the pasta. I pour some of it to the plate and put the saucepan at the side of the sink there. No balance, I think, it fell down and I accidentally tersiram hot boil water! My left leg from the knee until toe kena like siao. I was so shock and directly swept the water from my leg. What a stupid action that bring to fatal result. As I brushed my hand on it, the skin peel off and so does my leg’s hair. OMG~! That’s horrible to see your skin and your leg’s hair off like that.
What came to my mind is to apply toothpaste ASAP! It was so damn hot and pain. I was burning. I called my boy and he asked me to wash it under the cold water. So I did it and it feel better, the right leg has no problem but the left one is quite fatal. I apply the toothpaste again, hoping it will get better while online research on what is the first aid. And I found out that it was not advised to apply toothpaste on it for it will be hard to clean it later on. Better go to doctor for the aid. Dammit!
I called my boy to come back ASAP for I can’t hold on it anymore. It’s bloody pain. 100x more pain than when I kena the motorbike one. Tears came out and I kept biting my towel. Just can’t sit there quietly. Some more I can’t tahan with pain apalagi have to see the leg like that. My heart just can’t take that. And I’m very afraid it will get fatal.
Later on the fucking house mate knocked the door and asked me to clean the kitchen floor cos the water is everywhere. Fuck with him. Not that I don’t want to clean it but my leg is damn more important than the floor ok? Dammit. My limit to him is enough. I hate him so so much! OMG! I know this is not good. Let me settle with him later on so I can clear this feeling.
Meanwhile, My boy is a real superman. Muahaha. Run here run there and thanks God the clinic not yet closed. The doctor clean the toothpaste first (it was so damn pain. Arghhh~!) then only apply the cream on my leg.
After the doctor applied the cream on the burning area..
It looks so horrible with gelembung that is so watery. It’s like all the skin can be peel off so easily. Mengerikan.. Hatiku lemes..
And so the money gone again. Yesterday just get an extra. I’m just wondering why when money come not long after that it will go for something so accidentally one, so sial one. What had I done that make all this happen? Karma is running? Oh yeah.. Sigh..
This weekend I’m gonna be at home till the leg is getting better and I can walk normally. Have to postpone my plan to go college to take my result and look for year leader + program leader to sign the form.
Be at home means have to spend the time to learn Autocad. Be at home alone means I will be lazy to go out eat, and I still trauma with cooking and hot. How I wish there is a tablet or a small powerful cookies that can make me full without need to have a full meal. It’s best served especially when I’m sleepy and hungry at the same time. I’m getting lazy. Oh no..
Oh ya, have I mentioned that my boy is a ‘superman’? Gosh.. If not because of him, I don’t know how and what I’m gonna be today. Three years, he has been my superhero. Where else can I find this kind of man? Sungguh, sudah langka di jaman sekarang ini. Thank God for sending him to me. Really.
Gosh~! Living in a big city ain’t an easy thing. Really. Distance and the public transport are enough to kill me slowly. Not to forget walking under the hot sun. Ugh!Today my time is full, from morning til night. I finish everything on time. Just so ngam. From printing the CD cover to go to interview at a very small printing shop at Sogo area. Then come back home and cut the printing, hear a weird unusual sound of cat, go out have a look and I see it’s already give birth. Gosh~! So fast. Just last weekend the house mate put a box inside the cage. No wonder. I continue my day going to 95% meet others and off to client’s office for appreciation night.
And just now my boy have a look at the cat outside, and realize that the weird sound comes from the new born kitten that seems to fall down from the 2nd floor cage to the floor. It’s lying on the floor keep on miau miau-ing with something coming out from the stomach area. It’s pretty tough huh? Been calling since 4pm or earlier than that until now. Had let the house mate know about it, don’t know when he will be back. My boy said I better not see the new born kitten since I’m a shio tiger, else the kitten will die. Well, it’s a myth though, but still it’s scary. I don’t wanna be a killer. >.<
I’ve gone thru another interview as DTP/designer at a very small printing shop at Pertama Complex, beside Sogo. They also own a computer shop, cybercafe and software company. To me Pertama Complex is like Kota Raya in KL or Olympia Plaza in Medan. Yeah, a malay area, smokey, old and small shopping complex that has lost the big name to the new, big, luxury shopping complex in town.
Apparently my rushing mode is on when I agree to start my try out from tomorrow until next week. Cos the visa will expired next week. The Boss is a Chinese, seems to be good, quite open in describing the company, the future plan, the current situation, the task and so on.
The sisters who handle the computer shop seems to be, I don’t know how to say, I just don’t have a good feeling during the conversation for they go from my background, future task to Indonesia, chinese, racism, bom, not safe, migrate, malaysia 2nd home, move back to original country – China, and so on. That frighten me. Really.
After come back from client’s office and get a surprise gift, I talked to my boy while meet with his friends. From telling out what has happened, I get clearer on myself and what’s going on. I realize that I’m too rushing in taking decision. Too many holes in this case. From the environment to the conversation with the sisters that give me a bad feeling. From working permit to the future of this job. Not to forget the salary.
The Boss wanted me to start try out with no appointment letter or any black & white. If after next week, we agree to work together, then only he will apply working permit for me. But.. yeah here comes the exciting part. I have to pay it on my own since he doesn’t wanna take risk if he pays for me and I work for few months only. He will pay back after 1/2 year or a year working with them. It sounds good but so uncertain. Better not to risk myself in it.
Think about it, I’m not that desperate to get a job here in order to stay here. Not that desperate til I’m like have no choice and just take whatever that comes to me. No no no. I have the right to choose what best and can work for me.
So well, tomorrow morning am gonna be responsible and tell the Boss that I can’t take it. I need to be clear and not rushing in taking decision. It has happened for a few times. Never had I thought, me who always analyze things that come to me can be so reckless or whatever terms it is.
The house mate has back and so the kitten is safe. No more miau miau-ing sound. And it’s raining. Everyone can has a good sleep now. Peace.
I waited and took T43 from KJ to Putrajaya Sentral, waited again and took 429 to HSBC Cyberjaya and waited again for 428. I asked one of the Abang from RapidKL at the bus stop there and he told me 428 just came 4 minutes before I get there. -__-” Yeah great. 45 minutes later it came with a bunch of black people. Never had I seen such a lot of them in the public bus before. Alrite, this bus is heading to Limkokwing what.I went to student service. Waiting and folding my leg. Then I felt something unusual with my sandal. I took a look at it. Great. Now, one of the tali already broken alias putus. Damn it! I always face this kind of thing in an inappropriate time. Where am I gonna get a new sandal? I settle my stuff there and walk while dragging my right foot and sandal to artshop, hoping to get UHU or something to glue or stick it.
No UHU but UHU stick. -__-” I go through the look-so-empty-artshop-compare-to-last-time until I saw my life saver, Faber Castell Tack It. RM 2.80 gone. I walk to the courtyard and apply the Tack It to my sandal hoping no one pay attention to me. Voila! The tali can stick to the sole, only that I can see there is a green thing on my sandal. Whatever la, how many stupid fella walk while look at your shoes / sandals one.
I walked to the bursary while accidentally slipped at this celaka place. Having no one walk beside me, I have no place to catch and hold on. I landed my butt on the floor with my hands at the side try to hold on the floor which cause a fatal effect on my left hand. I sprain my arm. Damn so pain. The moment I slip, I thought my leg gonna kena and it will be a ‘perfect’ day for me. Thanks God it’s only the hand though I still need some time to sit down and make myself fully present at that place.
When I went back to Putrajaya Sentral, I saw T43 left. Damn it! Got to wait for another 30minutes. Patient was tested for today, well everyday perhaps. And to take my time, think clearly, be fully present on the place.