Archive | January, 2010

hi there, again.

31 Jan

a fresh start

it’s me, yeah you probably went to blogger. but here i am, a new place.

i just thought it’s simpler and easier. plus i hate clichรฉs.

make yourself at home. ๐Ÿ˜‰

eton mess.

28 Jan

eton mess is a dessert of english origin consisting of a mixture of strawberries, pieces of meringue and cream, which is traditionally served at Eton College’s annual cricket game.

yum yum so good i could die in gluttony

ironically today i shared this desert with a dear friend; who studied in a local institution dubbed as Eton of the East. ๐Ÿ˜‰

siapa nak vote saya?

25 Jan

saya nak pergi hanoi, vote lah saya kalau dapat.

stumbled across this,
someone call PETA!

it’s only 12:19 and everybody’s asleep

19 Jan

why i am hearing sounds? since when my sliding doors make rattling sounds at nights? and who’s stomping on my ceiling?

yes i just watched supernatural.

but i swear i heard something.


14 Jan

last sunday was the second day of my cashier training at giant plaza OUG near old klang road. as i’m getting my hold on being a cashier, memorizing which key does what on the machine, learning what are PWPs, fresh mark down and how to handle them (ain’t that easy) , this incident happened.

i know this sounds so funny but its friggin’ real, and i’m not making up stories (i have my alibi).

i was sexually harassed by a customer.

and it was a MALE customer.

shut up just read.

the story goes like this. i was helping a fellow trainee, who was operating the cash register by putting in goodies bought by customers inside plastic bags. it was lunch hour and staffs from parkson and other tenants in the mall flocks giant to get their groceries. (hey we offer unbeatable prices ok!).

then came these three malays. two ladies and a guy. the ladies looked normal. the guy was wearing a pink shirt. they bought only small stuffs, some snickers, a bottle of water. so i picked a small plastic bag and put the stuffs in. finished that, handled the plastic bag to the guy, not expecting anything. but wrong was i. the drama unfolds.

(A – me, H – harasser, F – harasser’s friend)

A : (handing the plastic to the guy – oblivious to whatever, in a robot-like manner)
H : thank you eh… (manja voice)
A : huh?
H : emm… i cakap thank you… (he came closer to me, RAN HIS FINGERS ON MY COLLAR, DOWN TO MY CHEST, FIXING MY BUTTONS.)
A : eh, apa ni… (panics and clueless, didn’t know what to do)

the guy walked away, glancing at me. and i thought that was the end.

F : eh ini sekali lah. (pointing to a chocolate bar) masuk semua sekali.

right now F insists that i put the chocolate bar inside the small plastic bag, that is with the guy. she called the guy. he approaches me with this perved look. urgh.

H : (approaches me) you nak ke chocolate ni? you nak?? nak makan?
A : err takpelah… lain kali kot.
H : (puts his hand AROUND not on, AROUND my shoulders) sorry la yer, i lawak jer…
A : (gets his hand off me uncomfortably)
H : (touching my cheek with his pointing finger) sorry yea. (smiles)
A : ok ok.

then he went off.

I WAS SEXUALLY HARASSED BY A GUY. okay what an (unpleasant) experience. but i was perplexed on when it actually happened! i frickin’ panicked and scared ok! luckily the OUG plaza was only for training. all i can say now?


p/s. it made me think, am i THAT attractive? LOL.

il n’est pas heureux.

12 Jan

i’m too caught up in a bad romance.
don’t touch me.


9 Jan

since the end of school, i apparently have left with nothing much to do (except for the driving license and internet). what happened was i sat online or watched tv all day.

so i kinda decided to work. tell me what mall i didn’t go in kl for jobhunting. last thursday, i scouted (on foot and public transport) pavilion, bb plaza, sungei wang, low yat plaza, the weld, klcc and menara standard chartered. (the next day i went to kompleks kraf at jalan conlay; interviewed and got the job but the pay was crap and it’s in mid valley, damn far away). yeah i really don’t know what’s up about the thing on malls; as if other places don’t have vacancies. haha.

(i noticed that people who works in retail eg. sales assistant, most of  them can be said attractive. and i don’t think i fall into that category. *low self-esteem* )

anyway the process of job application is kinda complicated as you will be asked of photocopies of thingamajigs. i ended up spending more than rm15 for photocopies only. crazy.

after the kompleks kraf interview, me and my cousin (we did the jobhunting together) went to pavilion for lunch (but ended up eating at hilton korner – the food was feroshabuloutastic). i went to the toilet and she held my phone. when i finished my business, she told me both of us officially got a job!

someone from giant called and said that we are cashiers now! it’s a new giant outlet; a very large outlet mind you – 25 cashier lanes! and the pay was a total bomb (for us) – rm10 per hour. the only problem is it’s located in desa petaling. haihs. we’ll figure the way there.

so today i went for the training at giant OUG at old klang road, and the reality – it’s a tiring job. apparently standing and pounding the cash register, memorising passwords for different credit cards (visa, mastercard etc.), packing the goods in plastic bags and yet make sure the cash in the register is in the right amount drains a lot of energy. but still bearable lah. ๐Ÿ˜‰

and what i learned, cashiers cannot use phones while on duty. and we can’t have our own cash during work, as we may get accused of stealing if there were any short of cash in the register. talk about meticulous. and the cashiers at giant OUG was really friendly and funny. their antics never failed to make all us trainees smile. maybe that’s how they managed nine hours of cashiering daily.

tomorrow, i’ll still have training, and it’s gonna be about customer service. wish me luck peeps. i’ll be slaving myself happily working in giant soon. ahhh just smile and *beep*. like this kitkat commercial.

*and i got my own, very first, spanking new, yellow colored punch card! bangga hell*