For a couple of days I decided I might just shut down this blog. I feel that I have nothing remotely interesting to write about. As Rastahair told me once before: ‘If I were to write a blog, it’ll be really simple – “This morning I woke up. I drank coffee, ate, shit, went to work, came back home and went to bed.”‘ My life? Not so far from the truth now. Same shit, different day.
Just a couple of weeks ago I was in KL doing my usual thing and getting all excited about moving to a foreign land. Now that this foreign land has become not so foreign anymore, home seems like a far more exciting place to be in. At least I’ll have Shee Shee or TBKL to play snooker with. I miss that.
If I don’t learn anything from this trip to NZ, I go home with the realisation that human beings are very adaptable creatures. Well at least I am. In slightly over three weeks, this place is starting to feel like home and my current so-called life is starting to feel like a regular one. The excitement of it all died with the repetitiveness of what is now my job. I am a waitress, probably underpaid, but I am damn proud of what I do.
That’s the other thing, I have said many times on this blog site that waitressing is probably one of the hardest things I had to do in my life. The logic of this job completely differs to what I have been taught throughout my short and meaningless existence. You wear a smile on your face at all times and you are expected to be enthusastic about repetition. Seat people, bring water, take orders, serve, remove plates, close bills, end. How interesting is that?
But for some reason, I love it. And when I say that I love it, I mean I absolutely love it. I love it so much I don’t really want to do anything else anymore. I want to be a waitress forever. The people that I work with are superb. They have such spirit for food and drink and speaking with them is always such a joy. The job requires all smiles at all times. Even if I have to fake it, after a while, it rubs off on to me and then for no logical reason whatsoever, I am happy. Truly, completely and blissfully. The restaurant has become a sort of sanctuary that I go to because there I am contented with my life. I don’t have time to think of anything else.
Today and tomorrow are my rest days. Apart from being grateful that I didn’t have to rouse at an un-Godly hour (i.e. 9am), I miss the restaurant already. Perhaps the workaholic in me is resurfacing and that I cannot seem to find a meaning in life in the absence of stress. I am off work today and I have absolutely no idea what I want to do. So I did my laundry. And I’ll probably vacuum my carpet after writing this blog.
I am ashamed to say that apart from the beautiful places HM3’s brought me to, I have not ventured anywhere exciting. In fact, I have not even attempted to venture to semi-exciting places. I am a lazy motherfucker and I don’t deserve the luxury of travel opportunities. A couple of nights ago, HM3 bugged me enough to make it all the way to the city so that we can climb (!!!) up Mount Eden to watch the city lights from above. The trek uphill was pretty rough on me (and downhill was nothing short of embarressing) but I must say that the view from Mount Eden was breathtaking.
Unfortunately, the moment was severely spoilt by a sudden realisation which I made mention to HM3 there and then: I only live for two things – money through work and booze. I am not an adventurous person and I will probably never have interesting stories to tell save for embarressing drunken nights, which probably involves falling over something/someone and/or throwing up all over the place. Despite what I think of myself, the above description probably holds most truth. Unlike me, HM3’s zest for life comes so naturally. In less than three decades, he has amassed more stories than I could ever imagine having. I am deeply humbled by that that I could and can do, but didn’t and most probably won’t. All because I’m a lazy motherfucker. That is so ingrained in my soul that HM3’s joie de vivre does wear me out – just by listening. ZzzzzZZzzzz …
As mentioned, nothing exciting has been happening as of late. I will however make it a point to take some time out from work in June to visit the South Island. That is something that I have planned although I might just make a secret visit to Adelaide Aunt for her birthday. The judgment’s out and it’s not favourable. She’s probably stressed out of her mind. Maybe my presence might help alleviate her spirits. Everyone deserves a happy birthday.
Spoke with Rastahair a couple of nights ago and found out that he and Friend were going to watch Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay. I have been so out of touch with everything and didn’t realise that it was out. Of course I immediately downloaded it but I think it’s cinema quality and it’s not going to be very good. But I remember that I also have a new episode of DH.
Things are already starting to pick up =) … the state of mind is all relative.
