revenge is sweet

although d and me have been together for years, it wasnt without the occasional rough patch and hard times. like for example two years into the relationship, a girl came between us and decided to screw things up. lets just call her miss maggot. She was only sixteen for god sake! she managed to screw things alright which resulted D and me to breakup for two months. yeah, sad but true. anyways we worked things out fine putting all the garbage behind us and moving on.

well today my bestfriend, A and i went to this recruitment firm for an interview which was sooo complicated and looong winded as though i was trying for the post to be Mawi's P.A or something. ugh. it was like a almost six (!) procedures and by the time it was over i was drained, tired, very hungry and cranky. and i had to wait for A to finish. as i sat there waiting at the reception area with my head burried in a magazine dated august 1991, a girl walked in.

she went straight to the receptionist and i only saw her back. i was kinda suprised because she was wearing a tattered denim skirt so short it could pass for a headband, a worn out gray baby-T and flip flops. what the hell? i heard snippets of her conversation with the receptionist

'yes can i help you?'
'umm..well..someone called me asking me to come for an interview'
'whats the name of that person?'
'umm..i think..umm.. lin..or maybe min? i cant rememberlaa'
'ok. please take a seat'

she turns and i get a good look at her face. she's the bitch who screwed my relationship years and years ago. i'll remember that face till the day i'm 80.

she sits with a bored look on her face. she rolls her eyes as though this was such a stupid idea and yawns and sighs. then a lady walks out to greet her.

'hello. my name is ****. may i know your name, please?'
'umm..***?' god. bless this child. she doesnt even know her own name!
'i mean your full name'
'oh. ****** ****'
'ok. may i have your resume?'
'huh? resume? i dont have laa'
'ooook. any certificates? your spm results?'
'no, no i didnt bring anything'
'well, there's not much we can do here. lets see.. do you have any form of identification?'
'well..i have my student card?'

then i get called in again. so i miss the rest of that part. im bummed cos A didnt show up in time for me to show and tell about miss maggot. all the time they were there i didnt look up even once nor did i make any eye contact with either both of them.

anyways, when i came back out, she was somewhere else and it was just me and miss maggot's friend waiting for both our friends. a moment later miss maggot walks out and tells her friend 'taknaklaaa. diorang offer aku kerje officer. i wanna be a PRO!'

they both walk out of the room and i look up just to see the back of miss maggot and her friend. i glanced to where they sat and saw that they both had left their visitors pass. (the visitors pass is a magnetic tag and you have to give your ic to obtain one).

i glanced at the receptionist. she was absorbed behind her computer. i waited for them to go down on the elevator. when i no longer heard voices, i grabbed both their visitors passes, walked out and threw them in the huge dumpster outside the office. Then I waited outside the elevator..and i waited..

minutes later, they both emerge, didnt even notice me. running back to the office. they took a glance inside and went to the toilet frantically looking for that damn thing. I totally ignore them while reading the billboards outside the elevators. im feeling smug with no amount of sympathy whatsoever. after a lifetime searching the toilet, they run back to the office. then i hear them asking the receptionist. the receptionist has no idea (obviously).

i decide to go back in to wait for A and pass by a worried looking miss maggot mumbling and cursing. i turn my face the other side of the wall.

it was then A came out.
'ko nampak tak minah yang pakai mini-skirt tadi'
'aah. gile apa pakai camtu mintak kerje? dah la comot as though dah dua hari tak mandi'
'tulaa..the word that comes to mind is dirty, kan?'
'iyalaa tuh'

we wait patiently for the elevator and as we leave to go to the parking lot, i see them waiting worriedly at the security clucthing their purses. it was then i looked at her straight in the eye and gave her my coldest smile ever.

was it a flash of recognition i saw? was it that she knew it was me? was it shocked?
i dont know and i dont give a fuck.

i hope she had to fork out at least a hundred bucks for those magnetic tags. small price to pay compared to the damage you tried to impose on my life.

later when i related the story to my best friend, she said one of the things that depicted precisely what i felt during that moment. she said 'its so true kan, when someone messes you up so badly, no matter how many years have passed, you would jump at any opportunity to screw them back.' for me, that is so fucking true.

and im still not done with miss maggot. i dont go stalking her but if we ever cross paths again, it will be another unlucky day for her.

nothing comes between D and me. you should know it by now.

take me home

sorry for the silence.

ive been up to my earlobes in work. im suffocating.

will update when im back on my feet again.

*big sigh*

harap maaf, nombor yang anda dail... 'toot' 'toot'

this was D in march 2006

1. two magazines deadlines - delivered
2. one album cover deadline - delivered
3. one mag journo deadline - pending
4. one invitation card deadline - delivered
5. one booklet - delivered
6. one credit card application - still thinking
7. one trip to redang - planning
8. one trip to bangkok - daydreaming

now, imagine D in april 2006

1. two magazine deadlines - work in progress
2. one world cup guide mag - cursing the u.k. side for yet to upload the materials...
3. one freaking huge world cup poster - it's for you, you damn foosball freaks!! foosball is for the devil!!
4. one mag journo deadline - brought forward and still pending... malas malaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas
5. one credit card application - i lost my february's pay slip, still thinking...
6. one trip to redang - still planning, S is going to Bandung in May and Australia in June... sigh...
7. one trip to bangkok - still daydreaming of watching them nude girls dancing inside the glass room. :P

girlie girls

yesterday we were at starbucks alamanda (not with D, i do have other friends!). thanks to you for that pricey drink. told you im not much of a coffee drinker but its okay cos i know for one that food is the last thing on your mind right now :(.

and what is it about their coffee sizes? they come in tall, grande, veni, vedi, vincci and what not. i always thought that tall was the maximum size, i wouldnt wanna order a tall drink, but that seem to be the smallest size.

'umm what size ma'am?'
'err..small?

he just smiled and keyed in my request. i think he's use to morons like me. when did drinks stop being small, regular and large anyway?. see how easy 7-11 operates with the drink sizes?

whatever

anyways, when old girlfriends get together what is there to expect - bagi pahala kat orang la..gossip sessions! hehe. amazed by the people around us and how much they have changed and even more amazed by people who refuse to change and still living in denial. (we are probably among them anyways, haha)

there was this dude and his chick sitting across us, with the tall hot drink, started to switch on his laptop (meaning he's going to ignore her ke?) and then suddenly in a split second the gf spilled the entire content of her hot drink on his keyboard. damn, that sucks!

he turned the thing upside down (the laptop, not his gf) and coffee started to gush out. N and me were speechless. Then she said ' gosh, i hope they're married or something'.

which got me thinking if they were, he probably call it quits cos judging from the price of laptops nowadays, its probably cheaper to marry another chick than to buy a new laptop. and if they were dating, another gf would be easier still.

wonder what happens to gfs who wreck their bf's cars? heh. i mean, i broke the door handle of D's car and spilled a couple of stuff, but he's still cool about it. so far-lah. :)

anyways..D called midway of my conversation with N and started to moan about work and stuff when i cut him in,

'babe, ade pompuan kat sini jatuhkan air kopi kat laptop bf die'
'FARKKK.. OOO..FARK..tell her i said FARRKKK!!'
'hee. crazyla you'
'listen im going for a massage later on, just wanted to tell you that'
'whatever. im in the middle of a conversation right now'
'later'

judging from his response, i dont think i wanna ruin anything that i cant pay back with my financial situation.

By the way, N..actually while you were on the phone with a friend talking about the Akademi Fantasia auditions :P, there was this Bangla guy behind the tiang where unlucky dude plugged his laptop, staring at me.

He just was looking at me for the longest time, kinda creepy and scary. I looked away and looked at him again, he was still there. I dont know why but Bangla guys seem to find me fascinating. (i wouldnt wanna say attractive cos i dont really know why they stare)

Maybe if i move to Bangladesh, i'll be the hottest chick around. Maybe la kan? Should i try my luck? They are perfect gentlemen after all, always trying to wash your car windows which D never offers. Jangan marah babe!

Oh, there is a little secret which guys probably dont know is when girls go out together, they always forget where they park! stupid stupid girls! usually i depend on D. my navigational skills are probably like -12/100.

yesterday, we got lost. if you've been to alamanda, you know how small the parking lots are. and still two cluesless girls got lost. we were panicking from one floor to another. in moments of emergency, elevators are ignored and we were running up and down stairs like headless chickens.

then she turned looking very pale indeed asking me

'i locked my car right? '
'yes. im pretty sure you did'
takes a deep breath.
'okay. we shall not panic yet'
'ok'

then we did that marathon thing up the stairs all over again. and we found it just sitting there. (btw that car is freaking new. she got it like only a few days back, so u can imagine)

anyways. i got my girlie girl chat and D got his massage.
a good day that was.

best?

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