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Backlog of photos & a series of uncharacteristically social events

Ok.. so .. finally i’ve found a suitable title.. *wipes forehead* because indeed, that is exactly what has happened. I’m quite in shock.. i mentioned to a  friend before that i liked dealing with people (to a point, there can be some interesting creatures out there) but i prefer to observe them and not deal with them one to one. So..

Ok, forget it. Just thought i’d put it out there.

Past few days have been pretty interesting and hectic i must say.
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my favourite pen.


That's my journal. which is finishing soon and i will start on a new red one of similar size! Can't wait! The 3 rows of wordings say: "Witty today, humdrum tomorrow. Better make a note", it's grey and cloth bound and by PageOne.. it's pages are deliciously yellow and i am left with three more pages to fill up before i can move on to my new red one. 

below picture (black pen) is the exact pen that the often tries to steal from me. I love this pen very much and want to always, always write with it.. but when the ink runs dry i probably shall perish with it. It was only $2.50 from a certain stationary shop located at the new shopping mall J Cube, where i bought another pen which i bring to work with. It has little fat cats in different colourful patterns…

actually i have a bunch of other pens and a pencil. All of them i love. 

i don't know why i am talking about my pens. probably because i am a lonely person and i need to be entertained by items like muffins, pens, nasi lemak etc..

ive just had lunch  too. And i'm still thinking about food. Hmm. i wonder if i need to get medically checked for this. 
Do you want me to share some work things with you?

Okay i shall talk about things customers leave behind in fitting rooms. You'd be surprised by the amount of bizarre or delightful things that are lost and found or intentionally left behind because they think a changing room is a freaking toilet or maybe just a huge garbage area. 

So far, in my presence (i don't know about my colleagues, cos i'm speaking for myself) i have encountered:

– Used sanitary pads (what the fuck, really.)

–  Underwear. alot of underwear, to be honest. i wish i could explain this phenomenon, or get somebody else to explain it to me..

– Balloons

– Fake roses..

– jewelries

– various assortment of tops & bottoms

– Tampons.

Do you know that usable things you leave behind will be distributed out in manner of pirates dishing out loots and added to your shopping bags as free gifts?** Well now. isn't that interesting. So thank you for your gifts. Minus sanitary pads and stuff.

Oh and labour day yesterday was incredibly laborious. You know if it weren't for my wonderful colleagues, i would probably have left long ago… But it's because my people are so awesome. Plus i had helped set up the store before they opened, when it was still naked with wires hanging from the ceilings, dusty floors with cement, I have met many nice customers who regularly shop there and they remember my name or my face, i even enjoy the fleeting moments when i meet a customer who was so nice and foreign and whom i never saw again. And i'm staying, but i am pretty sure the end is coming.. clock is ticking.. and as days go by all i'm feeling is disdain. Disdain for the job and all that it represents and all the consumerism it feeds. Disdain because it is such a thankless job and some of us are so underappreciated.

But i had loved my job once, i hadn't always, and the story of how i ended up with it is pretty funny. i just like the nice moments, they give me a very warm comfortable feeling. It is always nice to see a familiar face, and i don't react very well to changes even though change is a good thing but i guess it is time. 

I just have to gather my wits and courage about me. 

Dates to note:
15th, Tuesday – Dating with Chacha & Jerry.. Going Kinect! :B 
18th, Friday – TB's ORDing! ((:

** I am kidding.

First day of the Month!


exploring this camera app..

The Boy and i went to the beach today, i thought it was going to be a small mini break, and it sort of was, for which i am pleased.

At the beach, i was watching this small family which sort of resembled mine when i was small and when we still went to beaches and stuff. It was always the four of us, the Tiger, , Myst_exile and me, King of the House never opted in, almost non-existent & phantom-like preferring instead, to drive us there and leave, only coming to pick us up again in the evening. I was about four or five, when the Tiger would wear roomy blouses and swim with me, i remember once when she mentioned that she saw little fishes but didn't want to tell me in case i freaked out. I really felt bummed out then. I wanted to see little fishy. There was a time when we went for picnics all the time, okay. maybe not all the time, but often enough for me to remember. And then as i grew older, not too old, still very young, but very much aware, we stopped going to beaches altogether. My bucket and spade sat in the dark, musty junkyard of a room, at the very bottom of my toy box, unused. Soon, it was thrown away.  

Watching the family made me ache inwardly, for something i couldn't have anymore. It made me wistful, really.  
They looked so happy and all i could do was smile watching them. That little girl was me.
Have you ever felt so disappointed about something and you know it wouldn't go away?

Everyday i see things, not material things, rather, non-tangible things that i know i don't have. And can't have, other people want iPhones, or laptops, new shoes, Prada bags or whatever the fuck it is that they want material-wise, but i, i just feel really, really, really sad. The feeling so deep from the pits of my stomach that when it hits me suddenly when i'm on the move, it makes me feel like doubling over, and i just can't breathe.

But i shall just count my blessings and smile.