Feels Like a Vacayyytion!

2 days off! Either I'm really lucky or my boss is really sick of seeing my face in the store.
It's amazing how 2 days spent in someone else's room that's not really in KL can make you feel like you're on vacation when you're not. We've been doing really vacation-ish stuff, like sleeping at odd times (more like sleeping the whole day), swimming and tanning and treating the pasar malam like it's a novel tourist attraction. I like!
Ever since Howyee moved back to the hulu village from where she came, I've forgotten how nice it is to spend weekends (or in my case, weekdays off) at some other place that's not as boring as your own room but still has all the comforts of home. Plus the added benefit of someone else cleaning up your mess. Heee heee kidding ya, Jacqueline and Howyee and whomever punya rumah I pernah stay before! I clean up 98% of my own mess! =D

Work's good but I'm a tiny bit not as motivated as before. I was almost late that day and my unofficial "breaks" are getting longer and longer and more frequent now hee hee. The only motivation for me to work now is thinking about aaaallllll the things I will be able to buy once I get my salary. Wait, was there any other kind of motivation ever? Oopsies.

Working It

OMG it feels so fucking good to have a day off where I don't have to do anything except lie on the bed surrounded by pillows and accompanied by my trusty Internet connection. Seriously, once you get a job that requires you to stand 8 hours a day, you'd start to appreciate the simple things in life such as sitting down and afternoon naps.

Finally, time to blog! I've had so many thoughts and things I wanted to share but every single night I come back, I plop dead on the bed from exhaustion and then all the thoughts are gone.

Many people wouldn't consider it a terribly exciting job - I'm a sales assistant, mind you - but this being The First Proper Job and all, I am excited and it's only natural that I wanna tell everybody about every tiny detail.

- Like how I effing hate waiting for the bus and the KTM to and fro every single day. I don't know how many hours of my life I've wasted just waiting and waiting ever since I started this job.

- Like how surprised I am that it's been 3-weeks plus and I am still not fired. In the beginning, I considered every day that I was NOT fired a great achievement. After that I started to feel a bit more secure cuz there are people who I feel are a bit on the sloooow side and they're still holding their jobs, so I should be OK right? Right.

- Like how happy I am to make new friends at my new workplace. I don't know what the difference is, but friends you meet from work and friends you meet from college are totally different. I'll be sad when January comes and I have to quit :(

- How I am not going to earn a single cent from this job. In the end, I'd be like Lindsay Lohan, working for clothes. Every day I'd spot something new that I HAVE TO HAVE, especially when it's stock-arrival day. I work at the girls' side and already I've targeted like 4 items. Imagine if I was working over at the guys'. Scary.

- About all the different kinds of people I have met. I've been bossed around by teenage girls, discussed knickers and bikinis with middle-aged ladies, treated rudely by rich people, treated rudely by people who are probably shopping at the wrong place (hello? Shorts? Tube tops? Seriously, go somewhere else), treated rudely by people who don't understand the "FROM RM29" sign (excuse me, the emphasis is on the FROM), served fatties who wanted to wear ultimate-skinnies and tight one-shouldered dresses (please!), served twentyplus-year-olds who wanted to look 15... OMG the people you'll meet selling clothes. Phew.

The greatest moment so far was getting my first paycheck. I have my own EPF account now. Isn't it very terribly grown-up of me? Mwahaha. Second to that would be learning and doing stuff. Like, I used to have to ask somebody every single time I wanted to do something but now I can like, do things and help customers all by myself. Hee hee isn't I clevers?

But the side effects of a job like mine is the development of a slightly obsessive-ish disorder of always wanting to pick up dropped clothes and arrange them nicely on the rail. Like really, the sight of clothes on the floor and hangers sticking out at weird angles drive me nuts now. Of course this doesn't apply when I'm in my own room. I pick up clothes and arrange them the whole day so logically that would mean that my own room is messier than ever. Duh.

Why Take My Picture Hah?

During the monster's lecture today, there were a couple of these bitches that really pissed me off.

First of all, they were camwhoring during class. Who camwhores during class??? It's understandable la if you are very pretty (like me) or if you dah kebetulan pakai cantik-cantik for a presentation today (again, like me). But ini tak, muka dah lah macam anak babi kena rogol, dressing pun total fail, camwhoring in class summore.

Of course just taking pictures is not going to set me off. After all, I'm self obsessed too. I don't mind people taking pictures. I also don't mind people taking pictures in class right in front of me, because it's not like I'm paying undivided attention to my notes. In fact, I don't even have notes. I also won't mind kalau the people taking pictures in front of me accidentally snapped a few shots of me, and even if those shots of me tak cantik pun I won't mind, because unprepared kan?

But HELLOOOOO, when you dah snap those (ugly) shots of me then tunjuk-tunjuk your friend and then the both of you start giggling, then laughing, then howling uncontrollably that is damn fucking rude okay! Especially when I am right behind you and can see the screen of that cheap camera clear as day! BITCH! What the fuck am I, a hired clown in a cheap costume at a kiddie birthday party?

If I find those shots of me online somewhere, your skinny yellow chinese asses are going to pay.

Again, I'm going to blame the monster lecturer for causing this unfortunate event, like all sorts of unfortunate events before this. If it wasn't because of him being so boring, I wouldn't be yawning and stretching and caught on camera looking like !!!!! and end up laughing stock for uncivilized people. Boo you.

I'm Like a Sunsilk Model Now

My hair is sooooo soft and silk. Not silky, but SILK. Mwahahaha.

I totally can't stop touching myself. I mean, my hair ;)

Seriously, I've never had hair this straight before. Of course it's flat as hell right now and I have bangs like a cheap curtain but still... STRAIGHT HAIR kay?

Today, Seline and I were like so glam, getting our hair done during break in between classes. Like orang terkemuka changing dresses during events, kita tukar gaya rambut from one class to another?

Oh, 8 am class? Yeah, curls are okay. What? Another class at 5? OK fine, I'll have totally straight hair, please.

Of course, all this is possible thanks to BABI and Seline SOOOOO, so thank you mwah!

Though, semua ini has a (very, very small) price la. As shampoo girl of this cheap salon, it becomes my job to sweep away the massive amount of (Seline's) hair that ends up on the floor at the end of the day. So much hair my broom also become thicker dy.

Seline with her new best friend, the very practical yet fashion-forward plastic bag. Pink, summore!

Oh yeah, when I was smoking in the toilets* (didn't that sound bad-ass? I was just peeing but that sounded meh) I saw all these scribblings of my fellow uni-mates who felt really strongly about our uni.

Salah lah you punya word choice. Or whatev. Tak make sense.

Better. At least masuk akal.

Best. Simple and straight to the point.

* I don't smoke okay! Merokok tidak baik untuk kesihatan, ini adalah amaran daripada blah blah blah...

I am Sick

Sick of staying home all night, every night.

Sick of being the one looking on while other people get ready in pretty clothes and new shoes and then say goodbye while they go off to meet their friends or to fancy parties.

It's a Saturday night! I should be out on a table somewhere. At the very least, I should be playing tanglung and having mooncake with people who heart me.

Instead I'm lying in bed alone, with the lights turned off and my face all puffy, my eyes watery and my nose raw because I've been attacking it with a tissue for 24 hours non-stop.

I am sick of being sick.

Yay Yay Nak Tengok Konsert!

After dilly dallying waiting to see who else wanted to join the Single Ladies Posse, I finally went and got tickets for Beyonce's show today. I was sooo afraid that we weren't gonna get the tickets we wanted cuz people were saying they were gonna sell out and all, and they've been on sale for like, 10 days.

When the very fabulous, Gucci-toting person in front of me in the queue was paying, I was like, whoa buy tickets also boleh sampai almost a thousand bucks. Think about the all the clothes that can put on my back!

It didn't hit me at first that I would be paying almost the same amount jugak but at least I got a couple more tickets than Ms. Gucci larh ;p

And I can't remember when was the last time something like this happened, but today I managed to resist the temptation of a 20 percent voucher and let it expired, just like that! Wipes away tears. I tell myself that it's okay, we shouldn't spend the $$$ that we don't have, we should focus on the things we really need but daaamn, there was this shirt that was reaaallly reaallly gorgeous and I realllly realllly want!

I also saw a major fight while stuck in a jam outside Midvalley. It started with one car trying to cut into another car's spot and then turned into threatening hand gestures and shouting through rolled-down windows. The climax came when one of the drivers stopped his car, came down and kicked the other guy's car. Cars were dented, something that looked a lot like a hammer was brandished and even the wives were being so drama, screaming around. And I was just right behind! If I weren't driving, I'd have video for sure ;)

Observations Made Under Alcoholic Influence

Tonight's a good night. I danced so much my straightened hair turned back into curls ;)

I came to the realization that acting cute at the age of 20 is never going to be cute, at all. Being drunk is not an excuse. [That doesn't mean I'm going to stop doing it though ;p]

I'm glad to discover I "still got it", so to speak.

I never noticed how much drama there is in the toilets of a club after closing time. There are people falling over, passing out, breaking up, fighting, crying, vomitting. I'm just relieved I'm not in any of the categories. Phew. So close.

I Heart Old Friends

As in, literally old. Someone just turned 20 yesterday! LOL

I'm glad I realized that I had like 10 days of absolute freedom just in time to follow my parents back.

I thought I was going to be non-celebrating Raya somewhere other than KT for the first time in a long time but noooo, who the hell can turn down the amazing nasi minyak, dagang, ketupat and RENDANG (especially Kakak's!!) that comes together with Raya?

I have been so well fed these past 3 days =D

So far I've beraya at Piqah's house which was intimidatingly crowded, and Nasa's new house where we catched up on all the usual everythings and where his gaggle of noisy cousins + siblings made me feel like a celeb ;p

The first and so far only non-Raya social event was Joanna's birthday last night. As in, Joanna the divamodelactress extraordinaire that I haven't seen in YEARS. It's always good to catch up.

In fact, if people didn't know better, they'd thought we were on a date today.

We went running on the beach - isn't that soooo Fergie & Josh Duhamel of us? Joanna's idea obvs, I'd never initiate a sports activity myself. She's apparently a sports freak now - and then later went to Batu Buruk to look at kites, play with baby horses and eat the ice cream colek of our childhood! Woot!

I love how KT is sooo filled with people during Raya that wherever you go, people will stare at you. They might be bitching and I might be perasan but whatever la, I miss Pavilion =p

How Do They Do It?

I don't understand where some people get the motivation to update their blogs daily, with lots and lots of pictures some more.

Since I missed Cyntia's first celebration, I'm glad I didn't skip her dinner last night.

It's been so long since the last time we had an almost-full gathering. I miss.

Plus, the chocolate cake was ohmyGOD! Yummm.

Later, we did our pillow talk thing that played out like a talk show.

After covering the usual topics - love, sex, health and beauty, we finally went to bed at sunrise and then woke up at sunset.

Just in time to berbuka at McD's before going to Pavilion to score free Clinique foundation and also, paid 11 bucks to gross ourselves out =)

Me and My Tummy, We Got Issues

7 days ago, I came back from a very boring class, expecting it to be a normal boring day.

I took a nap and when I woke up my tummy hurts as though I was having period cramps.

Not that I know how period cramps felt like but my face looked like Cyntia when she's having her period so it must have been the same kinda pain.

Next thing I know, everything's coming out non-stop from both ends (hahah sounds so wrong), even when there's nothing left to come out.

At one point in the middle of the night, I even thought I was going to be hospitalized cuz all of a sudden I was like a Katy Perry song, burning hot and cold. Could it be H1N1? Dengue again?

I began to have extremely inappropriate thoughts about how my stay in the hospital would be, how all my friends would come and I'd be so malu malu but secretly so flattered, how people would manja me and bring me stuff, how I hated getting needles jabbed in my arm when suddenly the doctor just flipped me over and put a shot in my butt and that's it, dah boleh balik rumah. Anticlimactic betul!

The next day I was okay-er but the day after that it got bad again. So bad until I missed Cyntia's crab-eating birthday dinner! I so bersusah payah got everyone here to Taman Connaught for dinner (OK la, not that susah but still, I don't do it often) and I really, really wanted to eat crabs!

Ahem, and also, I really, really wanted to celebrate Cyntia's birthday, of course ;p

It was sooooo torturous when you are starving but everything you put in your mouth comes back up 2 minutes later.

I finally stopped vomitting and got better when I started singing @Greenbox on Friday. I don't know if other people vomitted though, that's beside the point.

By Saturday I was well enough to resume my weekly night workout sessions so the weekend was not lost! See, even viruses like to have fun instead of staying in bed all day kay.