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Miri, Sarawak, Malaysia
I write to keep from going mad from the contradictions I find among mankind - and to work some of those contradictions out for myself. If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves. - Michel de Montaigne

Monday, January 17

Eastwood Valley Golf & Country Club.

The title itself is enough, but I wanted to add a little drama to it so, that explains the image above. Hahaha. Believe it or not, I worked there last Sunday. Hui Ung called late at night and asked me whether I want to take the job or not. I was like,'Ermmmm, takda org hanta sy ba.' Because I thought the next day was Monday. So I hang up and told my dad. And then he said,'Kerjalah. Papa hanta.' I was still not sure and answered,'I ekot papa go sekolah pas dat papa hanta go Servay?' Then my dad was like,'=____________=?' Hahahaha. After that he mentioned about not going to church again, then I became,'OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, esok Ahad!' So, I called Hui Ung back and told her I'll work.   I was quite nervous cause it was my first job after about 4 years not working in the outside world. I worked with my aunt when I was in Form 1, at the night market. I don't know why I worked anyway. Hahaha. Okay, back to the story, I started to ask what to wear and stuff to Hui Ung. She also told me that Bong Cing Mang and Jong Soon Teck will be working together so, it was a deal. I went to see Hui Ung at Servay Morsjaya the next day although my house is closer to Eastwood because the van will picked them up there and I wanted to be with them. I was nervous for God's sake. Hahaha. 

It started well. My friends did well in making me feel comfortable because surprisingly, there were quite a few Lopeng-ians there. They told me what to do and what not. It was easy working with friends and I was lucky because the function was a buffet. All I had to do was serve them with beverages, refill when their glass is empty or half, take the plates away when they're done and just be polite. It was tiring, my hands hurts from carrying the jugs around, picking up the plates from the tables to the back, my back hurts because we can't sit during the whole function and I was hungry having to smell the aroma of the cuisine. Uh. But, everything was fun and memorable, I guess. I would like to work there again sometimes, but not always because I just figured out that it was not really my thing. I don't like doing that, however, its fun. So..

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