Mega sale started ... and of course, I dragged my friends from church for this trip. Decided to go shopping with them as Kim was pretty interested to splurge and the shopping queen seems like the other one to drag along. Since FC has nothing better to do, he decided to tag along for a bit of a time wasting session

fc came late... yes, he promised me 9.30 but then only at that time he woke up. Yes, there goes my first pit stop at the shoe store trying to purchased something. I still did, but then again, by 10.45am, the shop was thronged with people. Yes, where does everyone come from. first purchase of the day was a beautiful pair of shoe. Am feeling very happy.

Next pit stop was at MNG... too many clothes to even begin with. Everyone was having a field day trying on something. Spend almost half and hour here sifting through racks. Bought a party black top. It look so retro and chic. Wow, two shops and I already have two item. double bonus.. time to pick up speed or else cannot finish walking everywhere.

Next stop, the shop opposite..Zara. Walk through and shifted through. Nothing interesting caught my eyes. The prices aren't that cheap compared to the previous shop. pretty dissapointed that I didnt see any interesting thing here. The same when I was in top shop and in Miss Selfridge. But after I went through the racks at top shop, I went to the sunglasses rack. Since the ladies rack was full of people, I went to the guys rack and started to put it on. I look good in topman's sunnies. Yes, somehow I look good in them all. Contemplating on whether I should buy it or not.. In the end, RM75 on a pair of sunnies from Topshop ain't worth it. Will buy one cool one when I start to work and can afford to spend more. or mayb I should go to petaling street and buy one at a cheap price. yeah..but I'm afraid of the traders there :/

Went into esprit and contemplated buying that handbag. Rm100 i know its cheap but then again... FC started to harp about lunch. Decided to sit on that over lunch which I barely did. At a quick one and then back to the shoppin excursion.

Walk and walk ...and then walked into Nautica because Fc was looking at something. And then shopping queen showed me something and I tried the jacket on... it has a 40% tag from a RM255 price tag.. wow...a good one...Tried on one size up and then one size down.. contemplated for less than 5 minutes of trying and decided I MUST HAVE IT !!. Walk somemore... check into my purse and the horror I saw... left with only RM80. Walked into La Senza as there was sales... bought some undies.. Can't afford to buy anything after that but i still window shopped.

At the end of the day, I was carrying lots of paper bags with one satified smile pasted on my face. Too bad, no pictures was taken on how all of us shopped. It was like donating money to those shops. Yes, one shoe is never enough, one top is never enough.. one handbag is never enough. Not enough money got la. Rm300 poorer:(

Being a part of the Milo cruisers <yes..thats what the company calls us and thats how we address ourselves> was an eye opening experience. It is somewhat a joy to go to work although most of our time is spend on the road working or standing listening to the half an hour song repetitively. I realised that once I worked in a certain company, I tend to pay more attention to that product in the consumer market. I became a great milo detector in coffee shops or in mamaks. My team leader is this guy from my primary school, so yes...he was my classmates. I remember him as somewhat chubby, don't really mixed around with us and also him being just another person in class...

my primary school classmate with the beloved truck

like some advert only... yeah, posers huh

this is what happen when you don't have customer and you try to fill up your time with usefull stuff

this campaign is being replaced with another after the world cup ended.


was told to give a candid shot..and this is what we did.

another one of candid we did..think i scare her off

after work at lotus binjai..one happening place. a definate must go for a mamak hangout

the kids in kuala selangor came out to play. There were hordes of them.

when our captain was trying to make the truck more presentable.

we gave out alot of stickers..this guys does it by sticking it onto his forehead.

when i was put in charged of the games that night.

while they were having breakfast...


At least i didnt have to wear a skirt. Even without one, I've got stalker on my heels

end of my holidays

Fuzzy's ah ma passed away on saturday night. It isn't really his grandma but it was his nanny and she used to spoil him to the hilt. Somehow I only got his sms on Sunday morning and he was already at Ipoh working for some event. He got home on monday morning at 1am and picked me up to attend the wake. Spend a few hours talking to his uncle and then went back to bed as I got class at 10am later. Couldnt make it for the funeral and cremation session but then again, I wouldnt fit into the whole ceremony thing as I can't light a joss stick or even do all that things a chinese funeral usually have. I've been to his granny house only 3 times and each time I see her, she can't remember who am I plus she gives him a long lecture on concerntrating on his studies first and paktoh should only come later in front of me.. But then again, I don't blame her... my mom used to give me that kind of lecture throughout secondary school.

On a lighter note, I started college with my mom sending me to college so that she can pay the fees of the new semester and my aunt's driver picking me up with a metallic beamer so that I could join them for lunch at a nearby shopping centre. My mom at some shoe shop purchasing one very expensive shoe and some insoles for a grand total of rm700 and then eating my guts out at sakae sushi with my aunties. Tumpang glamour today cost me nothing.. :)

I told my friend about the things that happened last semester between she and her best friends. I've already told them last semester that they need to sort out what happened between them cuz its not possible to avoid each other throughout the semester. I suppose, her friends not teling her anything and it came out from me must have hurt her alot. I ended up telling her while I'm closer to her bf must seems kinda weird. But i suppose I should clear up the air abit so that there is room for improvement for everyone. I'm sorry susu, if what i said hurt you. I'm sorry that your friends ended up treating you that way.

A friend of mine ended his 6 months relationship with his gf because he's going to uk to study while she wants to have an engagement now before getting married at 25 while after graduating and doing his masters and bar he's 24. He told me he cannot commit..not at the moment anyway. Sigh, to a woman, 25-27 is her prime. She of course wants to look good in her wedding dress, on her wedding day. Fuzzy asked for my email password and he saw tonnes of letters from my ex that i was still keeping.. he blew his top, got pissed and draw up some pretty much interesting conclusion.

highlight for this year...
- zidane's headbutt...
- lang tengah trip next week ..woo hoo
- graduation
- i need a new hp..when i get a new job la

the end of the kuala selangor trip

hmm, one final day tomorrow but still here I am blogging. Somehow, I shall miss this job but then at the same time... it will be a welcome break. Now i think i like to do this kinda job while I can and maybe do this kinda job till i get really really bored. Classes will be starting next week with block lectures to attend. I will miss the excursion with this bunch of people. A crazy bunch no doubt where food is concerned, we eat none stop. The last outlet at kuala selangor was quiet..no one there and therefore we took the opportunity to pose for pictures for the milo truck before its changed to another project. Pictures will be up once I get them..

I recommended fuzzy a job so last week and he went to malacca and this weekend he will be at ipoh. Given me the chance, I would love to do that job as it pays well. hahahha. Doulos is decked in port Klang and I wanted to go, but this two weeks I seem pretty busy.

I tried driving the milo cruiser, but then my legs are too short and the seat cant go further to the front.. I gotta lean towards the stearing wheel and I have a problem with turning at small roads. The engine died on me twice...yes, so memalukan...hahha... and the fact that I only drove 10meters from min yi's house :/

One weird shit

I passed my exams... thank god for that. One more semester to go before I brave the working world. Work this holiday is fun... I get to travel with crazy people, meet crazy people and also give out freebies.. Somehow, chinese are the sceptic type that don't want to hear a word that I say, the malays and indians are a more tolerant race. I meet people from all places, I realise that the more rural area I travelled, I get to meet people that are eager to talk to you and kl people are a bunch of snobs. Kids get excited seeing our truck and thank god I don't have to wear a skirt as with long track suit but the downside to wearing a track suit is the heat... unbearable.

Meeting wacko on our escapade is the norm that somehow I can't get used to the situation. I meet people from all sorts of life to all sorts of people. A bunch of kids in Ijok goes through great length cycling their bicycle to get to our next outlet to play with us. They bought a cup of milo and then even more and more untill I really find that its a waste of their money. Some even drag their grandparents along.. In this rural area, I somehow think that their disposal income is less than that of those in the city and a cup of milo at the mamak is certainly cheap compared to KL though to them its still a more expensive drink compared to tea. I was stalked by guys on motorbikes to our next outlet and those with more guts come up to me and ask for my number. One chinese fellar even asked me to sign on his cap another even insisted for a cap when I told him only the winner of the game is entitled for the cap saying he don't mind getting the cap I'm wearing with all my sweat and all.

hearing ricky martin as part of the blast out music is somewhat annoying after awhile.. especially you got to listen to it for the past one week everytime we go to an outlet. eating has been the cruiser part time job.. Our mouth never did stop munch.. the guy who stays in shah alam gets bullied the most cuz he stays so far away from us and it takes half an hour to get him in the truck.

Anyway as time is running out, I shall stop here and catch up with my sleep...So good night peeps !!

work's ups and downs

hey people... its been two days since i go around and work. I suppose, two days...and its still fun and things aren't that bad. I've meet up with people that just cant buy milo drink from the coffee shop they're having their drink from and insist that they want the freebies we're giving out to those who drink milo.. when I do close one eye and give them something, they have the cheek to go about and say, one gift how to share among three? aih...somemore he added..."i don't want to be your friend edi" ... abit the childish for an old ah pek..but then again, we just ain't got enough and rules are rules... i've already given you the exception. He just send my blood to the boiling level and I walked away so that I don't have to scream at him. This roadshow, we meet lots of weird people..the best way to deal with them is just to somehow ignore their presence if they were to pester you to your annoyance. On the other hand, if people do respond then it somehow makes they day better :)

Anyway, before I go..here's something to look at...

holidays..with no trip included

Ah...not working for this holidays certainly has it perks. For once, it brings out the anime freak in me. I also enjoyed just staying up late till 5am doing nonsence like surfing, watching anime, reading and chatting. Anyway, I will be working this one week due to reasons like running out of cash and no, I don't own a cash cow. So, yes...back to menial labour once again..sigh !!

hmm, bought a rip off adidas for rm40. I think its worth the penny I pay as I cant afford a real one. hahahah... probably after the work then i will go to the shoe shop and buy a drop dead georgeous heels. Or maybe splurge to on a pair of Aldo's or mayb i can go buy another handbag as I bought one from MNG and it was on sales and I saw this girl carry the exact same one in church which i told my father I'm not going to use that bag to church anymore. Yeah, what to do..this is what happens when a girl can't afford to buy Coach handbags. Everyone seems to own the same pair of handbag or shoes or dress like you that when you go to a prom, you carry a spare evening gown in your car so that you don't bump into the exact same dress someone else is wearing.. yeah yeah, civilization turned me into a material biatch.

Anyway, world cup... brazil is out, england was never a good team to begin with cuz they import alot of players from all over to play with them for their premier league and all that.

It's nearly a year and then mom and dad preassure me about fuzzy and not being a christian and all that..

I got pretty pissed at the pasar malam ice cream queue. There isn't one and when you make one, people don't get the cue and cut your damn bloody line..

my island trip is cancelled due to someone being not free.

I'm on talking terms with my good friend again but then again, its still on a "chill" basis.

ahh...ran out of topic to talked about here...so, gtg peeps!!