FML to the Max!

I wanted to post this in bursts of 140 words or less but nooo, I needed to do a long rant-whine-and-bitch post soooo much. It's been days but I still feel so friggin' pek chek.

It started on Wednesday. It was my off day and all I wanted was to chill out and watch a movie. Later, I needed to go take care of my sister lah, but that I didn't mind. What got me was the effing massive traffic jams in KL, from KL to KJ and then in KJ itself. Garhhh. I spent close to 3 hours on the roads that day itself.

In the end, I got to watch my movie though. I'm not usually into sci-fi but Avatar was sooooooo much, much better than I expected. Okay frankly I had no expectations, but still, I would totally pay to watch this movie again. In 3D this time! Can't remember the last time I so happening go watch movie on opening night. Hehe.

Anyways, it was a late movie, ended at midnight so I got home real late and the next day I woke up super late. Like, 9 am. That was the first time since I started working that I woke up so late. Damn panic. I was dressed and out the door in 15 minutes and speeding towards MV. I even drove in the motorcycles' lane just to get past all the stupid morning traffic. I was soooo happy when I sampai just in time and then when I see the timetable; I saw that I was supposed to come in at 1 pm. Fucking great. I then had to work FULL shift on that day.

And then on Friday right, I was just sitting at home doing nothing when Howyee just called all of a sudden and asked if I wanted to go to Genting. Hell yes I did! I got dressed super quick, grabbed the thick jacket and scarves I never get to wear and I was in the car, speeding towards GK, Mariah on full blast.

Then suddenly, the radio turned off and the lights dimmed and I was like, Fuck. So I stopped at the side and thought maybe if I restarted the engine, it'd be fine. But once I killed the engine, I couldn't get it to start again. I was like soooooo fucking panic it was a total breakdown. I didn't know who to call and started to text random people.

I approached a bunch of uncles at a restaurant nearby for help but they were drunk and started shouting at me. Wanted to cry, I tell you. Called H and he wasn't giving helpful advice. He was trying to help but I was hysterical at that time. Called Howyee and she was as clueless as me when it comes to cars. Wanted to call Justina cuz her house was nearby but paiseh. A police car passed by. They stopped and looked at the car for awhile. And then they asked me to call my friends and to be careful while I wait cuz I might get robbed in that area. After an hour plus, another few policemen passed by. They fucking interrogated me like it was my fucking fault I was stranded in that godforsaken area.

After a couple more hours, Howyee and Junce and Rickeez and Chinyee came to my rescue. I am so grateful you would not believe. Thank you! It's nice to know you have friends that care so much they'd drive to an unknown place in the middle of the night and wander around lost more than a few times just to help you. And I'm sorry I ruined your plans! I was so disappointed cuz I was so looking forward to Genting. At times like these, I ask myself why am I not macho enough to know about cars and machines just so I can get myself out of shit like this. Haih. I've been so traumatized ever since.

Not a Fashion Designer

Yesterday I attempted my first fashion DIY and at first I bangga because it was the first time I ever did something like that. Pride came a little too early though. It was a total failure. Lucky I didn't waste my parents' money studying design or something. I'm totally hopeless.

Reason for the sudden project was because I suddenly really, really wanted... no, NEEDED fierce shoulders. Once I had this need right, it was all I thought about. I even walked the whole mall during my break looking for tailers to add them in. But because they were all so mahal and took so much time, I ended up trying to do them myself.

I knew I should have paid more attention to those articles and tutorials about how you can recycle and cut up old bras for the season's biggest trend. And also, I should probably learn how to sew so that I don't need to rely on Sellotape like it's my best friend or something.

Now My Sister Hearts Topshop Too

It was worth sangat braving horrendous public transportation to get to Topshop Pavilion for their X'mas parrrtaay.

At first I wanted to just give up halfway at KLCC and just sit at Chili's eating chips the whole night.

Glad I didn't. It was fab with hot models and a DJ and free food and pretty people and 20% OFF STOREWIDE.

I can't remember the last time I shopped with my F3 card. I even got into the X'mas mood and bought cute, Christmassy stuff =D

And OMG, Howyee was looking sooo pweeettyyy, I actually thought her clothes were loaned and her make up done by a pro. SO HAPPY to see her, even though she's a busy, busy girl now.

And OMGGGG LOOK, gorgeous male model getting hot and steamy with my teenage sister woot!

Who Doesn't Love a Good Sale?

I can't remember the last time I was so excited for a sale! Sales are usually such disappointing affairs and you end up going home empty-handed cuz everyone else got to the merchandise before you did or the sizes are all wrong and stuff but NOO, this was like the exact opposite.

All of the new part-timers (me included) were super excited for the staff sale cuz we heard soooo much about it but the old staff were all very blah about it so I thought maybe it won't be all that great after all.

I certainly didn't go with high expectations. I'd be fine even if I didn't buy anything or even if all I got was like a stupid tee or polo cuz you had to keep in mind that these items are more or less damaged and then when I managed to sneak a peek the day before, there were only like 2 rails of guys' stuff compared to the girls's stuff, which were hanging on like 10 rails. I told myself I was just there to see what a staff sale was like. Hehe.

Now I'm so HAPPY that it's not for nothing I woke up at 8 am on my OFF DAY and drove all the way to MV; the bargains were fantastic. Gor geous shirts and vests and cardis were going for 10 to 15 bucks, some virtually undamaged except for a missing button or something minor like that.

At first I felt like I was The Greedy One because I'm the only one from my outlet who came even though it's their off day. The rest of the staff were there because it was their shift. And I was there before 9! But that's totally because I was having breakfast with Howyee whom I haven't seen in ages, okay?

Then when I saw those who came all the way from places like JB just for the sale, I felt better about being there. I was also glad I wasn't working because all those who were, they couldn't come in even though they sooooo very wanted to. I spent hours inside! The staff from other places were scary though. They were waiting in front of the door waiting to serbu, like it was a race and there'd be someone blowing a whistle and then there'd be a mighty stampede.

Inside was pure havoc. Within minutes, 50% of the clothes were on the floor but thank God things remained civilized. Maklumlah everyone's like rakan sekerja so it was all very light and fun and no bitchfights broke out as I imagined. The most kua cheong was when the accesories was brought out. Everyone went crazy and in less than a minute, everything was gone. Sebabnya? Cuz they were friggin' FOC.

I managed to grab a couple but dropped it cuz I was carrying toooo many clothes. Some were mine but most of them were Azleena's who went totally siao and spent like 250 bucks in less than 15 minutes. I'm happy to know that something useful actually came out from me carrying armful after armful of clothes and hangers day in, day out. It was to prepare me for the sale because at one point, I was actually carrying god-knows-how-many-kilos of clothes what with Azleena's sequinned and feathered thingies.

Now I'm broker than ever but totally satisfied. Better than sex. When I came out, I felt like I had just finished running a marathon.

P.S. I wrote this last week but forgot to post it. Now I've already worn one of the shirts, given a dress and a vest to my sisters, sent two to my personal seamstress for repair hehe and bought a couple more things on a second round ;)

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 ;)