theapplestar

I remember on sunday, while on duty at the accessories and make up area, i spotted this girl. Well i didn't spot her initially, but she made me spot her because she seemed quite shifty and kept looking over at me. After afew minutes of monitoring her, she waved me over to where she was standing, so i attended to her. 

Customer: 'do you sell lip stains?'

- 'hmmm... we used to have the lip and cheek stain but they're sold out.. you could try the lip marker? it works almost the same.'

She looked at me rather unsurely, well actually, she made eye contact with me and gave me a rather Kristen Stewart as Bella Swan moment when you don't know if she's sad or happy or was it she wanted to say something but was being strangled by a tight rope (that was her perpetual expression, even when she was getting married, which i'm guessing by normal brides' standards is supposed to be a happy occasion) so when my customer did that, i bled a little inside.. 

Then, as i was walking away quite freaking out by her prolong pained gaze, she blurted out:

"do you put them on your lips?"

she is asking me if one should put lipmarkers on your lips. hmm. well, let me see. I don't think so honey, the 'lip' part of the word lipmarker is to confuse you. They're actually just like tampons.  

I tried not to stare too blankly at her and kept my rude Conscience at bay (who was struggling hard, but i taped some masking tape over his head to shut him up) I processed her question at all angles and tried desperately to recall whether i had said something about eyeshadows, which you put on your eyelids or maybe hair curling tongs, which you use to curl your hair or moustache in between the conversation about lipstain & lipmarkers to make her so unsteady and rather jarred. In the end, i concluded, no. I did not. 

So i gave a moments pause, and collected all my cool and thoughts together again, face a mask of politeness and replied "yes, you put the lipmarkers on your lips" although you can colour in your pubes with them if you want. 

Now off you and get creative with them amazing lipmarkers. 

Write in to me and tell me how much fun you had with them and stand to win grand prizes. 

goodbai. 

p.s i love it when we're so  fully stocked with awesome snacks, drinks & cake. ^^ whoots!

i've posted this before.. two years ago. But i still love Madonna's "Revolver". catchy. 

Siti Nur Jerry Anisah! Look what i found:




haahahahaahahaahhahahahaa.......






When Hilmi had that gay look going on..




When Erwin, awkwardly enough, looks the same as he did two years ago..

 
ahahaha... back then i had eyelashes like Snuffleupagus from the Sesame street; He's the woolly mammoth in case you're wondering: here's a picture for reference:


He is mad cute okay. 

Back to my self deprecation, i also had helmet hair which i wore with a little puff on top.. just like this chicken:


ohhhhhhh well. I'd like to think i at least changed a little, but i think in the future when i look back at my now photos, i hope i won't pee myself laughing. There are worse photos where these came from...... you can go see if you like. Or not. 

Last two nights, while walking home from work, tired out, frizzed and dragging my feet along the dark carpark beside a brightly lit coffee shop with lots of merry late night patrons, A bedraggled woman of medium build, greying hair and smelling faintly of booze popped up from nowhere and approached me. 

I didn't see where she came from, because as far as i was concerned that carpark only had me in it. 

From afar, i saw her drawing near, looking intently at me and i had nowhere to run. When she finally stepped infront of me, i just stared at her blankly. Clearly she wanted something. She had two missing tooths and when she spoke i couldn't really understand, she was also quite tanned (although yes, it was dark, i am not colour blind) 

She asked me if i spoke malay to which i said i did. 

She then started telling me (i cannot really grasp her speech) about things. I caught snatches of not going home since 8 the previous night, her pay not being in until the 25th etc etc.. please note that i mentioned earlier, she smelt faintly of booze (beer, alcohol) Then, maybe because i still continued staring blankly, she asked straight forward if i had any money for her to get home. 

I do not trust people who smell of alcohol. Because i hate the smell and i just cannot accept it. Here you are, enough money to go drinking but asking me if i had money to give you??? I admit i was very guarded from the start because my mother had warned me of these kind of people. 

I said no i don't have money on me. 

She said her pay came in on the 25th (what happened to last month's 25th?? that was merely two weeks or so ago.)
I lied and said I haven't gotten my pay (heck, if you're looking at it like that, then i'll say my pay is on the seventh next month, okay?)

i said sorry, i cannot help her. I went home feeling slightly guilty if maybe that woman was really in need and i had refused to help her. I had refused solely on my own principality and gut feeling. To me, it didn't seem like she deserved it. If i really were to donate my money, i want it to honestly benefit somebody. Not just be some funding for someone who knew if she spent what's left of her money on a bottle of alcohol, it's okay because she could always get somebody to give her some more money for the little things she should have kept some money aside for. 

It just didn't seem right. 

I want to give money, i do. If i had some extra and i could afford it, i would sincerely donate it where somebody in need might benefit from my small amount. No matter how small, i know that sedekah is sedekah. 

If anybody was looking to support any charities, i'd say go for it. But make sure it is authentic. I am more of an animal welfare kinda donor (i.e i am more passionate about, but that doesn't mean i ignore people charities) So these are some tips you might want as a guide if you're really considering. 

I have been trying to recover my care2 account. I cannot, for the life of me, remember what the password is, i've tried all sorts of things associated with the first ex because that is what my passwords in those days consisted of. -.- to no avail.

so i requested information to be sent to my hotmail. Apparently my hotmail account has been blocked ever since my long hiatus from the net. It was blocked because my account had been sending alot of spam. To unblock it, i had to send information to my alternative email address which was a yahoo email account i cannot for the life of me also, remember the email ID or password to.

So i'm in a right sticky situation i don't have an inkling how to get out of. I don't have my hotmail account, which is the MAIN account i have everything be sent to. So this is just brilliant isn't it. Why was i such a nerd back then huh, being so ambitious, wanting to tend to dozens of email accounts and blogs. Look what i got myself into. dammit. 

Well, this photo i posted on my care2 account, it's like being locked out of the house where you can see in through the windows but don't have the key to get inside. ARRRGGHHHH ITS DRIVING ME BANANAS.





uhh, i wrote "transformer!" because i thought my hair looked rather like the helmet headed Megatron in the cartoons... because obviously the movie Megatron is so much sexier and fiercer. 



oh god. i cannot recall where i put this purple jumpdress. I think i it gave away. Brings back memories, these pictures.. 

hais.

Newsflash: the other day i was letting the kitties play outside and i saw Owinge rolling on the floor gleefully. It occurred to me then that i am almost, in a non-direct way, kissing the floor by kissing him. I might as well just step outside, kneel down on all fours, roll over and kiss the floor myself. hmmm. It doesn't stop me from kissing him though. 

And then there's always those times, like this afternoon, he keeps tailing me all over the house.. and when i'm at the computer, he climbs on the table, right behind the netbook and sat primly looking at me. I keep wondering what he wants and even ask him questions. But he just stares. I always ask him if he speaks english. Because i don't speak kitty. /EndNewsflash.

The other day, i was helping in the FR (yet again) and it was a pretty slow day, one of the colleague was telling me about how one of his friends had entered a gay pageant.. He then added rather unnecessarily "he's more prettier than you... more sexier than you.." and glanced critically at me. May i add that this is the person who was telling me that if i ate something i'd grow fat and expected me to give a hoot about it. 

umm, with that comment, what am i supposed to be feeling? Upset because some gay out there is looking better than me? I just stared at him nonplussed. 

This is the same guy who keeps obsessing over girls skinniness. To him skinny = sexy. Which is very sad because that indicates the level of shallowness of a lost cause. He was commenting that i had lost weight (umm, i don't think i did?) and saying that my face was small (i think i gained back some cheeks.. late night snacks..), he was telling me to maintain that way because if i gained weight then "not sexy already.." (his words), Um, I thought happiness was priority? what happened to that? I felt very uncomfortable listening to him.. He then continued to talk about how he disliked stretch marks.. 

oh dear God. what is coming to the world, i hope he doesn't have a girlfriend because his ideals are impossible. She would be reduced to a nervous wreck! He is sick and shallow and has nothing much between his ears.. therefore we cannot be friends. 

Anyway, People always come up to me talking about, well, nothing in particular that i am very interested in. Like him, about being skinny and sexy, about stretch marks, about new lip colors, about clothes. 

Well, not for long now. Till i brace myself. 

Photos of Shabby's birthday on the 8th may. :D










I have a stubborn zit on my left cheek which is taking SO LONG to go away. 
And i haven't done anything to my hair. -.- I have grown up alot and i dislike the long hours i have to wait in the salon... sigh.

i have mentioned how much i love H&M before right? This pair has found a home with me. ^^ it's so light i feel like i  can dance with it... 



F21 drawstring harem pants that come in four colours, blue, red, turquoise & yellow, guess which i got :D

and one more black front-ruffle crop top. I couldn't find a picture of...

I have lots to share but not enough time. :( hmm.
Have a very lovely Thursday though, everyone!

That is my new notebook which i cannot get enough of! 

i LOVE how it is hardcover (i love hardcover anything, and i also love ring bound notebooks.. this isn't but i might as well still add it to my list of lovins')

i LOVE how it has the type of paper which crinkles a little after you've written on it. I LOVE the type!

I LOVE the matte surface of the cover. so smooth, so titillating.

i LOVE how it is a very sexy shade of red comparable to my favourite Revlon ColorStay lipstick in Red Velvet (um, well, i hardly wear it, preferring pinks nowadays.. but when i do, i make sure i enjoy it?)

i LOVE how i feel so classy and elegant writing in it. Delusions of course, but hey, if you're gonna write in something, better let it be one that makes you feel DAMN GOOD.

i also LOVE the fact that it was free. I actually purposefully bought the March 2012 issue of L'Officiel magazine JUST BECAUSE it came with a free and extremely smouldering, come-hither red hard cover notebook. Magazines should give beautiful notebooks as free gifts with their issues more often. i would GLADLY buy a stack, grab the notebooks and distribute the magazines to any interested parties.

This is just a post of appreciation. :D

The law of the universe requires it. 

p.s another appreciation!!! I AM GOING TO WATCH MY ANIMES. I'M STARTING WITH KUROSHITSUJI AKA BLACK BUTLER OKAY, OKAY???? OKAAAAY?????????

That's my journal. which is finishing soon and i will start on a new red one of similar size! Can't wait! The 3 rows of wordings say: "Witty today, humdrum tomorrow. Better make a note", it's grey and cloth bound and by PageOne.. it's pages are deliciously yellow and i am left with three more pages to fill up before i can move on to my new red one. 

below picture (black pen) is the exact pen that the strange_tea often tries to steal from me. I love this pen very much and want to always, always write with it.. but when the ink runs dry i probably shall perish with it. It was only $2.50 from a certain stationary shop located at the new shopping mall J Cube, where i bought another pen which i bring to work with. It has little fat cats in different colourful patterns...



actually i have a bunch of other pens and a pencil. All of them i love. 

i don't know why i am talking about my pens. probably because i am a lonely person and i need to be entertained by items like muffins, pens, nasi lemak etc..

ive just had lunch  too. And i'm still thinking about food. Hmm. i wonder if i need to get medically checked for this. 
Do you want me to share some work things with you?

Okay i shall talk about things customers leave behind in fitting rooms. You'd be surprised by the amount of bizarre or delightful things that are lost and found or intentionally left behind because they think a changing room is a freaking toilet or maybe just a huge garbage area. 

So far, in my presence (i don't know about my colleagues, cos i'm speaking for myself) i have encountered:

- Used sanitary pads (what the fuck, really.)

-  Underwear. alot of underwear, to be honest. i wish i could explain this phenomenon, or get somebody else to explain it to me..

- Balloons

- Fake roses..

- jewelries

- various assortment of tops & bottoms

- Tampons.

Do you know that usable things you leave behind will be distributed out in manner of pirates dishing out loots and added to your shopping bags as free gifts?** Well now. isn't that interesting. So thank you for your gifts. Minus sanitary pads and stuff.

Oh and labour day yesterday was incredibly laborious. You know if it weren't for my wonderful colleagues, i would probably have left long ago... But it's because my people are so awesome. Plus i had helped set up the store before they opened, when it was still naked with wires hanging from the ceilings, dusty floors with cement, I have met many nice customers who regularly shop there and they remember my name or my face, i even enjoy the fleeting moments when i meet a customer who was so nice and foreign and whom i never saw again. And i'm staying, but i am pretty sure the end is coming.. clock is ticking.. and as days go by all i'm feeling is disdain. Disdain for the job and all that it represents and all the consumerism it feeds. Disdain because it is such a thankless job and some of us are so underappreciated.

But i had loved my job once, i hadn't always, and the story of how i ended up with it is pretty funny. i just like the nice moments, they give me a very warm comfortable feeling. It is always nice to see a familiar face, and i don't react very well to changes even though change is a good thing but i guess it is time. 

I just have to gather my wits and courage about me. 

Dates to note:
15th, Tuesday - Dating with Chacha & Jerry.. Going Kinect! :B 
18th, Friday - TB's ORDing! ((:


** I am kidding.

I finally have figured out what to do with my hair. 

No i am not dyeing it. Infact, i am not going to dye my hair ever again. Okay maybe not ever, but just not anymore for the moment. I want my black hair back. 

No i am not rebonding it.

No i am not curling it either, no matter how much i want to. 

I am just going to trim my ends, maybe update my fringe or something. and thats it. i will leave it to grow.

i do not feel like Hagrid anymore.

i feel like cousin Itt from the Addams family now.



afew more days to go till my purse will be full again.. 

it sucks enough that you're forced to work on a holiday.

oh, and i've recovered from my bout of self pity of yesternight. till it comes and hits me on my head again..
May the shoppers have mercy today and spare me from any ridiculousness.