a secret archive

5:54PM Ist June. 

The strength I thought I is slowly depleting. 

Slowly, I am waking up from my dream. 

I used to have friends whom I cherish, 

whom I can automatically go to without any doubt or questionings whether it is okay to say it or not because I know you will say, "It's okay Shazaa, I'm here to stay. I'm here to listen." 

One, I'm losing her to distance while Two I'm just losing him forever. 

One, we are just an hour away drive. Using the phone to connect with you is just not right cause you have always be physically there with me, always. We were the peas in the pot. 

Two, maybe distance was our thing. Not seeing each other physically without each other's presence was completely fine, in fact it was more than perfect. But when we had the priviledge to be together, physically with everyday presence, we grew apart. The closer we were, the futher we grew. 

I'm slowly crumbling without you guys, to be honest. 

I need you both.  

How do you understand customers?

The answer is you can't.
(sigh out louuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuud)

Customers are like ladies during their monthly cycle. Or maybe a sensitive girlfriend who plays the sulking game level 1001. Be it a male customer or a female one. You mess with them, they'll give you hell. No matter how nice we are to them, they will always have the upper reason to act like we owe them something. No we don't. I understand that I am here to serve you but we are all hu -- I'm gonna stop here cause I forgot what I wanted to say. My train of thoughts had the similar MRT break down where they could not figure out what went wrong.. 

Now..

Here's a _____ story.

My senior colleague used to work as a call agent or a telemarketer assisting customers on the line as a service. Once a customer was not happy, made so much noise to the extend that the person opposite you could actually hear the conversation. (Your imagination is needed here: My colleague has always been a calm cool kinda person) So, the customer requested to talk to his superior to "give her feedback." 

"Can I speak to someone above you?"

"Oh. You want to talk to God?"

BAM! 

The classic answer all salesperson would love to say. 

Anyways, tomorrow is my last day! I'm gonna miss my colleagues but I got a life to live. 

It has been a pleasure meeting you guys and learning from every single one of you but every beginning has its end. Thank you so much for the minutes and seconds we share together in Birkenstock. All the best you guys! 

Bridesmaids Outfit Mission: Failed

Finally a Tuesday that is unlike any other Tuesdays. Cause chilling out with my girls having awesome drinks at a hipster food court and halal subways is considered an exceptional Tuesday.

BIL (aka Brother In Law) was too kind today. Not only did he drive us around JB for our brides maids outfit, he also waited for us and worried for us when we went around shopping. Thank you so much! So we met at 11 a.m and were ready to cross the border to pick Skin up to join the fun.

We had lunch with Skin and lingered around to look for our floral wedding uniform but to no avail. You know that situation when you don't want them, they are everywhere and when you want them, they are no where to be seen? Ah yes, those floral kurungs have created that situation for us. A round of applause. 

So after several failures, these bridesmaids successfully side tracked.

We side tracked to the extend that I am no longer an instant shawl virgin. Loved the material!  

A breezy light feeling and totally modest worthy. I feel so noble and indeed it was a new experience, Masha Allah. (This I will write about it another day) Soon, every beginning has its end. 

But..

here's a funny story. 

We were having a friendly conversation with the Immigration Officer at the Singapore custom when he asked: "So you're going to pick one more after this?" as he looked at Braem. Of course all of us were shocked to hear that and asked how did he know.  Officer: Of course lah... Can marry four what. 

The car broke into laughter as we bid our farewell to the officer and smirk away. No bad ah officer. You know your stuff. That was good. *thumbs up* 

Haha. Goodnight ya'all. 

my (nooby) flight purchase

Selamat Hari Raya!

I'm sorry that I'm not the most dedicated writer. I do enjoy typing my day out but I tend to over think the rants which will be completely irrelevant and a waste of time. My self esteem for writing is really low. Lower than the ground. Dun dun dun.

ANYWAYS.

I am actually freaking out (quietly) right now. This noob here was suppose to purchase her ticket to Auckland this afternoon. But her "funder" (according to Baba) was unreachable that she had to wait til the night falls. Instead of doing it immediately, she delayed it. Of course the flight price when up! So she opt for the cheapest ticket she could get and it was through an agency. It stated that:

"Our staff will endeavor to contact you at the earliest possible time to confirm your reservation before the ticket insurance. For all correspondences, please quote the references number on the right."

I should calm down right instead of quietly panicking at 1:46 a.m. Everything is going to be fine. They don't have your money yet. But still! It when up from SGD$1,053 to SGD$1,061. I need to get them tickets PRONTO!

//  Well here's a lesson for everybody: If you are not sure, wait. Have some patience and ask around. Don't be kiasu or scared cause you're gonna find yourself in a messy situation.

Next problem: How do I sleep without thinking about it? Am I gonna get into trouble? How many sheeps should I  be counting tonight? (groans)

superhuman

I have always appreciate my me-time but I can't do it for a very long time.

While vampires get their energy by sucking on blood, I suck/absorb energy from others. 

Working in the morning was never my thing. I'll groan whine and whimper which gives out negative vibes (which I secretly don't approve but I can't help it) expressing how much I detest it. But today it was different. I pyscho-ed myself. 

"The day will get better.."

Surprisingly it did. 

I had an awesome batch of customers today, who were like friends. I met adorable little kids, the kinds that aren't shy with strangers. Backed up my colleague from a not-so-kind customer after she dissed her. And.....

(to be continued)

back to blogging

Blogging was the bomb back then.
I have always enjoyed blogging or writing back in the days. I was young, I didn't know that writing could be something healthy. Maybe not physically but mentally. Slowly, I drifted apart from my habit of writing.

"Something is not right.."

Years passed by after I stopped writing.
The thing is, I become much more emotionally unstable. I have become more vulgar, much more negative and technically, rude. I was unable to rationale my thoughts and emotions properly.

"What went wrong?"

I asked myself quite regularly. Recently, I met few of my old secondary friends. We talked about how much fun we had back then and how much of a geezer we are today. It was good to finally catch up until he mentioned how much we used to spend our time blogging, creating posts dedicating to each other. I decided to give my old blog a visit and read through the glorious days.

And that was when it hit me. Writing was my soul therapy that I knew, although I'm horrible at it (my English teachers thinks so too). It gave me so much peace back in the days and I knew only words could help me remember the best memories that I've encountered. I found myself laughing and smiling at my younger self. If you used to blog back then, I bet you would have enjoyed it too.

Blogging; your very own time lapse.
From post to post, you'll see how much you have grew and how much you've matured.
The little journey that you drove.

So today, I am going to keep on writing my day, my thoughts and my opinions that has been lingering in my wild mind and share it with the world in hope that you would feel the same way too (or not..) Letting this be a platform for myself to share and know more from others.

Till then..