i was rummaging through my photobucket, and came across a lot of pictures taken eons ago - dated from 2004.

this was what i've concluded.



i miss my long hair.
i'll have to try not to cut my hair from now own, haha.

i miss zulhilmi.

i miss siti, ida, ikin, and irna.

i miss atiqa, sufie, nisa, and beetsma.

i miss those times when the boy and i used to go on dates.


i still miss my long hair. so girl.

today at work, i washed the mop head five times before soaking it in hot water.
puas hati di golden chance.

today, was sadly, another knnccb day.

i took a comfort delgro cab this morning to work,
and was kinda pissed, realising that uncle driver dropped me off at the south bridge road taxi stand, instead of the one at north bridge road which is directly outside my workplace.

which meant, i had to walk perhaps a hundred steps to get to the store - which i wasnt in the mood to.

fine, so i alighted, and walked. made some adjustments to my shoes and pullover,
and breathed in the fresh air. maybe it'll be a brand new day. a good one la.

reached my workplace, heard an "ummmmmm..." from sam, in which i mumbled back a "good morning" in my utmost muffled voice.
imagine working with bapak tiri. you know im dragging myself to work.

so the pastries were not in by the time i was done topping up the ice.
i decided to sit down in front of the pastry case and arrange the juices.
i dont know what came over me, but i shouted a, "OH MY GOD!!!!!" and ran into the store room,

where sam was listening to some moonlight-shadow-techno-gila-song.

something dawned upon me while i was arranging the juices.
YOURS TRULY, FORGOT TO ASK THE RECEIPT FROM UNCLE DRIVER.

$17.70 gone. say good bye to my last $20 ok.




i dont know why gatsby and calbee never fail to come up with irrelevant advertisement concepts.
wtf.

double meaning, hidden purpose.

where's the equality and impartiality in the store?

finally, mawar hassan has decided to upload those Vesak Day pictures.
no, not that we celebrated Vesak Day. aiya, you know what i mean.



diana kamal and mawar hassan. jambu or whaaaaaaat!



mawar and amira. i was working, loser sak.



to think that we only mengeratkan silaturrahim in third year of poly. gosh.



ok this picture wins hands down ah. edited somemore. my tired face from doing bar, haha.

so them girls, had thosei before coming to visit me. tk tapao pun!










ok go. next up will be graduation pictures!
my dad, yes, my dad, took picture of every single media studies graduate on stage.
enthusiastic or what!

oh, how i smile when i hear him sing.



love, love.
its ok you're not the American Idol, baby (haha!).

it's been a while.

so just now,
was our close-to-three-hours-long store meeting.
akin to "meeting of the year", the managers were giving out the 5Be Cards like nobody's business, haha.

wah. so touching.

radhiah and i wanted to take more pictures along the way,
but by the time it was 5pm, everyone grew lethargic.
imagine all the faces, heh.





during the meeting, i "fell in love".

when creamcheese came with her boyfriend and his niece, i "fell in love" for the second time with the niece.

when i was doing the closing shift, i "fell in love" for the third time.

on the way back home, i "fell in love" for the fourth time.


lets talk about last sunday.
the boy came over early afternoon to watch dvds.
my sisters were ecstatic upon his arrival.
well, they should because abang rasyid made scrambled eggs and hotdogs for them.

we watched how she move.





"kakak! nini nk amek gambar!"



"nana pun nk amek gambar!"



"kakak! nana nk amek gambar ngan abg rasyid!"



"bie, stop taking my pictures! i wanna watch joe black."



"eh bie, where are you in this pic? haha."



"why did cut my forehead??"



"lets see who can dig whose nose first!"


after that was dinner with clorine and darren!



ye la, camera mahal la katakan. N95 8gb. gambar klua pun lawa.



darren the man will officially be a man come two weeks later - NS hurray!



it was a simple yet fulfilling mini-gathering (:


then, i figured out since it monday was public holiday,
and i THOUGHT there'd be NR services,
the boy and i met again for a midnight movie.



yes, yes.
im very basi.
initially we wanted to watch what happens in vegas, but decided that 2am was a bad timing.

and to end off a superb sunday cum early monday public holiday,

there wasnt any NR services to our dismay.
imagine how dejected we were, sitting at skate park.

talk about life, man!

while having a sumptious spread of mutton soup and chicken murtabak at geylang,
we had to sit quite near to these two minahs whom, to me, needed some basic courtesy lessons to get them by.

and diagonally from where we were seated, was this Caucasian guy, who was drunk.

the boy and i were talking randomly about my mum's upcoming birthday celebration and work.

suddenly...

minah: kau bodoh kape?? aku ckp ni terlalu masin, kau tukar yg tawar, tkde rasa nye mee goreng? tk pakai otak? tk gi skola kape??

i couldnt make out what the indian man responded to her, but i could tell that he was embarassed. everyone was looking at him.

minah: tau nak tgk pompuan je! tk pernah pe tgk pompuan badan lawa?? tgk sampai makanan sial kau bagi aku!

i just shook my head. some girls certainly are full of themselves.

as if the commotion wasnt chaotic enough, the minahs continued scolding the poor indian man despite already getting their mee goreng changed.
i question the minahs' tastebuds.

and the Caucasian guy?
all he chanted throughout the whole dramatic scene was, "STUPID INDIAN! STUPID INDIAN!"
and he just laughed heartily at the pitiful indian man.

that spoilt my appetite, and certainly the rest of the night for me.
i cant stand innocent people being treated like this, especially by people of my own race.

so the boy cheered me up after that by bringing me to mustafa centre.
hahaha.
thanks (:

i was reading a friend's blog, and it dawned onto me that my own boyfriend is being treated the same way as her boyfriend - some way or another.
the word here is empathy.



things havent gotten any better now that he has met his mum after ten long years.
now that he's living with his dad and uncle,
being treated like a maid doesnt seem like a cool idea to most 19-year olds,
what's more, him.
laundry waiting to be done,
dishes waiting to be washed.
when there's nothing to be cooked in the kitchen, not a single dinner will be served.
imagine his agony of eating butter biscuits everytime he's famished, or even chicken flavoured twisties just to fill the hunger.

no eh, this is not some charity show case study or whatsoever.

he has a father who spends everything on his spoilt 9-year old stepsister, and most of the nights drinking his ass off at orchard towers.
and almost all of the time, discriminating my boyfriend on his mistakes and faults.

but unknowingly, that father isnt such a role model afterall.

that, coming from an outsider, me, is certainly rare.
yes, nobody's perfect.
but whats wrong in showering love and concern over your teenage son?

when my boyfriend goes out with his friends at the very minimal frequency of only twice per week,
his phone never stops ringing, coming from the father who demands the son to come back early, just to prepare dinner for the WHOLE family.

whole family = uncle, aunt, three kids, father, spoilt brat.

what can we, as girlfriends, do?
sit down, pray, and wish for something to happen.

i miss him, a lot.

to you.

yes, you.



happy 1 year 9 months, love.

my day went well yesterday until this specifically lunatic-looking chinese woman walked into the store to order her drinks.
the thing i've never favoured ever since day one in the f&b line is,
customers who presumed that they wanna order what they want, but wanting to talk on their mobile phones too.
that is what i call, bloody indecisive and clouded.
so what if there're free incoming calls nowadays?
does it even hurt to stop talking for a few minutes, so that i can confirm what you want in order to avoid the wrong drinks being given out?

anyway, back to the chinese woman.

she walked up to me and continued talking on her mobile phone like nobody's business.
well, it is not anyone's business, of course.
but looking at the rate and time she'd taken to decide on what drinks she wanted,
she was gonna be one of those irritating ones who'd hold up the queue.
but i waited in the end; couldnt be bothered to pick a fight or whatsoever.

chinese woman: i want hot mocha.

and she continued talking on the phone.
like, so rude kan?
you wanna order, just order.
starbucks is not like kopitiam where you order kopi si or teh si,
and you'll get just that.
starbucks' drinks are customised, fot God's sake!
i still have to ask what size you'd like, and whether you'd want whipped cream on it.

me: size for that, ma'am?

and she stared at me with her seemingly ugly eyes and shouted, "GRANDE!"
oh my God, is she deprived of basic courtesy or what?
it's not like i screamed at her for the size of her drink.

me: you want whipped cream for your mocha, ma'am?

at this point of time, my patience was running thin.
i still kept my cool, by the way.

chinese woman: NO! I DONT WANT!

and then she jeling-ed me!
what wrong did i do, man?
while other NORMAL customers are able to answer me nicely, why cant she do the same?

chinese woman: i also want ice brewed normal coffee.

me: ok. size for your ice coffee, ma'am?

she glared at me, and looked irritated.

chinese woman: i told you already right! GRANDE! and i want normal coffee, not iced!

BODOH BAHLOL NYE CINONET!
i know you want your mocha in grande size, so you expect me to be telepathic and know that you want your coffee in grande too?

that was not all, ok!
then she continued talking on the phone, criticising me to her friend on the other line!
HELLO, I UNDERSTOOD EVERY SINGLE WORD OF MANDARIN COMING FROM YOU, YOU STUPID NINCOMPOOP!

the thing that got me flared up was, she told her friend that i was stupid. i was asking too many REPETITIVE questions.

kau nk sangat org tk byk soal ngan kau, pegi la beli kopi and mocha at macdonalds, BODOH!
starbucks' drinks are C-U-S-T-O-M-I-S-E-D!
CUSTOMISED, get it!

oh, i overheard her telling her friend in mandarin that she's pissed because her boss sent her an email telling her how her work pace was unsatisfactory.
padan muke kau.

i almost already taking deep breaths, getting ready to snap at her for saying such stuff about me,
but hazli stopped me.
damn.

moral of the story? go learn mandarin. it deems you well.

i finally got my well-deserved two days off from work.

taufiq: mira, tomorrow can i change shifts with you? i need to work opening uh. my band having practice tomorrow night.

me: ya, why not. can la.

taufiq: eh thanks ok babe! really appreciate it. oh by the way, please come here as often as you want ok? we're always here for you.

he sounded like a counsellor or what!
and then he flashed me his killer smile, which left me melting.
but thank God he's married, haha.

the workplace is now where i'd seek solace whenever i feel there's a need to.
haikal even offered to transfer cash to me just so that i'd actually grab a bite.
he even called me after his work just now to check on me.

unfortunately, i wasnt alright.

yesterday, supposedly, i was scheduled to end work at 5pm.
ok i did - i clocked out at 5.15pm, haha.
after work, i accompanied haikal on his ten minutes smoke break, and we talked.

i ended up leaving my workplace at 7pm, after much persuasion from aini, faezah and haikal, asking me to "stay for a while".

so haikal bought pizza and lasagne to make me feel better.

and he even gave me a call at 9pm to check on me.

thanks for the concern. im sure i'll be ok soon (:

room makeover to make me happy or whaaaaaat!





i just need green curtains now, haha.

so work drained me out.
been working for the past week straight with no off days,
and i can actually feel the body aching as soon as i clock out from work.
but work has been good.
i've made friends with quite a number of regular customers in the store,
and i've bonded so much with my partners.

but that serves as a problem.
how am i to quit my job in july,
when i actually feel so comfortable with them?

i am so used to taufiq's usual antics of spilling milk all over the bar and tripping over the rubber mats on the floor.
i get tickled everytime haikal calls me "kakak" when im doing my prep work in the backroom.
i get so accustomed to hearing suffi fumble everytime he calls out the drinks to me.
i cant get enough of noreen saying, "whoooops!" everytime she stands in front of me.

like oh my god.
i didnt know work can get so fun and enjoyable, haha.

and samuel's sending me to the learning coach workshop at the end of the month.
plus, the coffeemaster challenge in months to come.
no matter how hard i try to avoid the topic(s),
it will definitely bounce back to me.

well. im quitting in two months :(

so anyway,
just now after work, haikal and i went to satisfy our sudden cravings of pastamania.



ah! creamy chicken!



cream of chicken, nampak!



whats with the face ah boy?

so more crazy shifts with him in the week to come, haha.

the wrong turn.