Pre-CNY shopping.

10am – 9pm:

Retail therapy at Nichi Fashion City, Jusco Maluri and Mid Valley.

Outcomes:

khaki shorts, dirtcheap MNG top that you will so approve, dirtcheap Bodynit top that will definitely not malfunction, a pair of fuschia sandals that Suan would approve and another pair of mules that she probably won’t.

9pm to 10pm:

Looking for my car in Mid Valley. On my trusty (NOTTTTT) denim heels. At one point thought car was stolen. At one point realised that being both spatial and linguistic learner is akin to double jeopardy. Why? B looked like E and sounded like P. Security personnel said it was A (he checked the information on our ticket – apparently we entered Zone A so our car should be there, NOTTTTT). Finally found it after retracing our route, realised we had used the wrong escalator. It should be another one; just opposite.

Outcomes:

Learnt a couple of lessons.

  • Always stick to Zone G/H
  • Always wear flats for impromptu shopping trip
  • Always jot down the exact location of your parked vehicle
  • Don’t trust the passengers of your vehicle
  • Don’t trust the passengers of your vehicle!

Wardrobe malfunction.

Finally rekindled my neglected relationship with Thai Club. Really packed, but fun nevertheless. The star event wasn’t clubbing itself though. It’s my brush with fame ala (almost) Janet Jackson.

The strap of my dress popped even before I entered the club. Damn panic, I tell you. At first Jayn and I ran to a hotel and asked for paper clips. It worked for a while until I lifted my arms and it popped again. Then we thought of something smart; just leaving it that way. It worked. Precious. Should have thought of it earlier.

How it Popped

The Solution

My very first wardrobe malfunction happened at Bar Savanh. The strap of my top popped. Ran to Sheraton Imperial and got safety pins from the housekeeping. Phew. Have to consider myself lucky that these unfortunate incidents happened when I’m actually wearing bra instead of nippie tapes. I mean like if it’s desperate scenario, I could always pretend to deliberately wear lingerie on the outside.

Why does my strap always pop?

Is it because being a prudent shopper I have ignored the quality of my purchase?

Actually, I know….I have heavy b00bs. For sure.

So, have you ever been caught in a similar situation?

This job fuckin’ SUCKS.

I have had my fair share of stinkass jobs and this one fits perfectly in it. I hate it. I fucking hate it. No, it doesn’t get better…it gets worse. And the fucking traffic jam that I have to endure for that fucking meagre salary. I don’t even get a computer. Fucking primitive kiamsiap arse of a company. I heard they wanted to hire temps here instead of Singapore cause it’s much cheaper here. My colleagues are okay, but it’s the phantom singaporeans colleagues who are milking me out. I HATE THIS FUCKING JOB MAN. I SWEAR I WILL NOT EVER GET A FUCKIN JOB IN FUCKIN A CONFINED AREA.

I miss bumming. *sobs*

I’m joining back the gym. Heeheehaahaa. Managed to convince the bankeress to chip in. So yeah, I’m going to get back my taut thighs and shrink my arms (futile attempt)with pilates. Can’t wait to start. Thought trekathon this year was out of the picture, but hey…no, I’m back with a vengence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ve gotten a really cute leather bookmark with a painted lion. Okay, so boss from the fuckin job gave it to me as a souvenier (I ain’t getting bought with a bookmark). She just came back from Kenya on some missionary work – caring for Aids stricken children and stuff *gasp* *awe* Now that’s charity, Malaysians.