Needless to say I have been helplessly busy and penniless this past week - and happy to be so! Totchi stayed with me for a week and we went on a shopping spree. I really shouldnt, but I did anyway. My wardrobe was in dire need of an update. My Kuching wardrobe even more so. I had a decluttering not too long ago which left them quite empty. If I dont bring some clothes back home with me, I noticed I have only two or three good shirts to go out in. Seriously. I was surprised when I had more than two outings a week that I had nothing to wear!
My life is blissful ignorant. My college doesn't take the initiative to inform us about any progress or anything that we should prepare. And I am not a proactive person in such things. But tomorrow I shall drive up there and demand they tell me things.
The last two days I decided to stay home and be a total recluse. It's the best thing to do when you're in the middle of your period. And even better thing to do would be to play games while you're stayingat home with your period. But I didn't. I literally just stayed at home doing nothing progressive. But I had to go check out some English Cotton the aunty brought back from Dubai yesterday. She especially called me to say when she'll be at the shop and when the new stuff will be there, so I had to go.
I went there a little late in the day because I insisted on eating the beef I have at home (mmm beeef). When I arrived, I checked out some new stuff, sidelined a couple, and then when the aunty came, I shamelessly plunged right in! XD I was her only Sarawakian dealer, so she really endulged me hehehehehehe.
There was quite drama too, since suddenly, a stream of customers entered the shop and I insisted on staying until I tell the shopkeeper which pieces I was taking, how many, and which pieces I was exchanging them for. Such clarity is a must in my dealings you see. But due to the stream of customers, I was detained, and was immediately assumed a sale assistant as well. I made two sales XD. I met the good customers, and some annoying ones. I met a very proud Johorian mother who insisted that all the edges of her baju kurung be meticulously hand sewn, because she said it's a Johorian thing that they like to show off. But seriously, who bothers to check the inner stitching of your clothes anyway?
As annoying as I found her and her daughter, they were customers and aunty was also from Johore so they got along. I mean, I understood that sort of pride, but I was not about to gush it on a stranger (I'm Sarawakian, and you know how it is). Especially since she thought I was a sale assistant too, until aunty told her I was one of her biggest dealers (Not exactly a lie, since I made one of the biggest sale she ever made at once and I am the only one from Sarawak xD). She saw me diferently then, but still. But of course, she had good taste, and when she asked that her baju kurung be all hand sewn at the edges, she was prepared to pay extra for it. Good for her.
The most annoying customer of the day was too annoying to recall. She was infatuated with this baju kurung top that had no sarong which costed only RM25, asked it to be lowered, was given for 20, and then asked for it to be lowered again because she would have to go through all the trouble of finding a sarong for it, all the while complaining how it is fake Thai silk and would stink when she sweats (which I really do hope will stink really badly). I was being nice and told her such bright colors would not just suit anyone (which was a compliment) and she cornered me by saying why didn't I get it then. Of course I was not about to tell her that it was too cheap and not up to my taste. She ended up getting it for 20 anyway and once she was out of earshot, the shopkeeper told me that the clothes on that rack were not the shop's, but belonged to someone whom the aunty knew and needed money. This person put up her old clothes to be sold at the shop, which meant the 20 ringgit baju kurung was old, second hand, and used to stink on someone else before. Thus, serves her right!
I ended up helping the shopkeeper close shop and as I was driving down the federal highway going back to KL, I was suddenly struck with the realization that at least half of my extended family is in KL yet I hardly see them. It was still only 8:30, so I quickly went through my list of immediately visitable relatives and ended up with my friend in Shah Alam. After all, the federal highway goes all the way to Shah Alam. What better time to explore, right?
I called her up, and, after getting lost a little, thanks to unnamed roundabout turnings, I finally found section 17. I shamelessly had her treat me dinner and we talked about crap. Then we went back to her place where I borrowed her toilet and we continued talking crap. It was close to 2 am when I finally got home last night hehehehe. It's funny how I always find myself exploring roads at night, rather than day. But I like it, because there are no traffic at night. And with limited visions, as most things are obscured by darkness, you only see the things and signs that you need to. At day, you get too distracted by too many road signs and advertisement boards. And like I said, no traffic! So if you get lost, you don't have to worry about getting stuck in traffic at the next wrong turning.
I just made a whole roll of tamago maki bead. Now I have my own maki sushi bead box! hehehehe. I really should start selling them. I have two orders so far. So happy xD!
Ta'ra!
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