Lah Lah Lah

This Sunday is by far the worst and least productive  day it can ever get in my life so far. Woke up at 4.59pm! Beat Mei by sleeping an extra 49 minutes more. But she pops sleeping pills and I don't! And the intended plan to go to Palate Palatte for lunch and have a tour of Lap Sap's bargain bazaar did not materialise. I was expecting the woman to call and wake me up. And she had the same expectation of me too :P

Here's a bit of Lah Lah Land's Junkyard Sales on 22 May 2010. I tagged along with the woman to see what's happening in a JunkYard Sales :D  It's always interesting to be in a Lah Lah Land event as everyone seems drugged out. And it is not hard to spot any guy or girls in mushroom head as it seems to be the trend of their genre.

Went back at about midnite and missed dinner.. Kepong is not so bad after all despite me having biased thoughts about the Kepong vicinity -__- It has a 24 hours MacD to serve the ah lians and ah beng who are back from ' feng tau' session.

wah I am loving my elepphant chain with my slouchy top

And need not guess what  I bought! Yeah, I always believe in buying something from any bazaar that I visit. Doing my part for the community despite not having enough financial freedom.. =D

Ain't I noble?

Dukes of Blizzards =P

Sunday was really bad as I stressed earlier. To add salt to the wound, I locked myself out of the house at 7pm and stood outside at the public pathway waiting for mom to reach home at 9.45pm -__- In between, I read the entire Sunday paper, stretched both my legs on the balcony, walked down the stairs from level 7 to ground floor, bought a Cornetto, licked the ice cream back to 7th floor via stairs, tried a few trick in attempt to open the door. Failed.

Oh Sunday... I only savoured 3 hours of you. I brought Saturday with me when I refused to wake up till it's 5pm. And I stare and stood in blankness from 7pm to 9.45pm. That 3 hours were those in between hours where I managed to enjoy a 15 minutes business in toilet, half hour Tamil movie, half hours Doraemon and some crap in between..

Oh Sunday!

I Want to Pee On Mother Earth

In a few hours time I will be rubbing shoulder with a convention of people in vacuum mask :D
I wonder if they will float themselves to the seats of the conference all the way from the entrance. If they do then it will be a great sight.
I also wonder what does the National Geographic Store sells. Dawn was yapping a lot of sentences when she called to confirm my attendance. Am not very sure if I heard it correctly, but I thikn she was yapping about the store selling clutches ( with faces of extinct tapir perhaps), sling bags (with sights of the dinosaur fossils perhaps) and some morphing giant globe thing that could most probably talk or react. Or glow.
What would you ask when you attend a press conference that basically announces to  the press on the coming Planetary Congress on October 2010.
Dawn specifically says NO to love question. Oh well, that wasn't in my mind anyway.
Besides being keen to see if I can promote my batik to the audience and fellow people in the mask, I only have one curiosity; how does the astronauts pee afloat. I dare not ask Dawn if I can ask. Most probably this is a very common knowledge that I can just google 'astronaut peeing' and I will find the whole wiki-info about it. Most probably with images too.
Anyway, we will know in a few hours time how it goes.. I hope the low-caste camera I have will not humiliate me much. Think I will just make out story about how I was in a rush as I had appointment till wee hours and left home without those gungho picture capturing devices that requires whatever focal / vernacular / watever watever  mode..
As usual I am starting to have this tendency to post a picture of me at the end  of every post. Today I felt like I needed a radical picture. For a sober night. With one glass of mojito in my colon. Only. I must be lacking.

Radical baju kurung. No?

Radical tea-cup dress. I think I am getting the magic bra with a push button to expand.

aiiihh.... I miss wearing saree

Tuning In From Work..

Do you like my work station? 

I don't really get to see a lot of work station, but I think mine is one of the coolest. No? But boss says I am not very good in tidying of my work station ;/
Seriously, I like to have all things piled up. It creates a sensation as if there is a gazillion of things not done and I need to do something about it.
Clean workstation freaks me out. It feels like I have been asked to leave and the cleaner have readily tidied up my desk pending for my leaving =(

Most probably... again you will be jealous to know that we have this superb area called showroom, which is obviously adorned to impress anyone who drops by. No one really do get what we do. That sometimes it's a bit tiring to even explain.

You know..there are people who operate business selling weird merchandise like those weird hand sculpture thing, where you dip your hand in some gaseous substance (the magic potion, I would call that) in a barrel. All you have to do is make stupid hand gesture and dip for as long as the promoter ask you to. Yeah, that's just the different kind of sales that people can make out of nothing and market out of nowhere. We too have a solid idea and item to market in a very professional way. Like anyone of you who sell properties, consultancy services and such.
There is always this perception that, if you sell batik or ladies wear, you must be some lady of leisure with nothing much to contribute to the society and would like to contribute to the economy by asking the hubby to throw in a 500,000 bucks to open a fancy 600 square feet called boutique / butik / fashion outlet. Sadly, that's not how we do it. Else I would be happy too. Wearing dainty sequinned caftan, pecking cheeks with the socialites, complimenting every surgically corrected facial expression I see..

There is sooo much things / issues / agenda involved in every living day of a sales person. That sometimes it's taking a toll. (Again, I see my post as a rant of frustration -__-" ) 

Everyday you worry about not making enough sales - I never do have enough sales anyway :(  (not too sure if I should even publicly display this and lower my credentials)

Everyday you have to make strange calls to strange people. That aside, some of those over the phone sounds like they are in a session of huchi-mamas while attending to my cold calls - I supposed this is what happens when you call someone too early in the morning and they are still wrestling bears before breakfast (quote from Chindiana)

Everyday you have to think of what the prospects are thinking before they can think of what they are thinking, in order to counter attack and win some debates and turn it into a persuasion form of discussion ( I don't even get what I am saying here)

When you are running out of products to show the same clients whom you have met for the 115th times over a period of 6 months, you don't have much room to play with but to tell them you can do anything and everything under the universe. We call this DIVERSIFICATION and EXPANSION

I can't say that NO ONE actualy get the idea of what we are into. Many do appreciate the lively colors that imbues the sensory and almost everytime creates a delirious spectator with only a 50-50 chances of translating that expression into cold cash.

People, it's all hard work. For me and for those who painted it while standing 8 hours a day, having to undergo nags from the production superior, sweating profusely in the warm studio, waxing lyrical flow of lines. Oh, it's hard for me as I am still not sure if your 50-50 or 80-20 (NO BUY-BUY) can be translated to a 100% BUY!

I am tired. I am lackadaisical. I am confused. I am also worried. I think I am ruined. In many ways. Mentally mostly..

I dream of dancing. 

Of doing sangeetham.

Of sewing my own piece of maxi. 

Of money falling from the sky...

The Middle Theory

Pretty much sums up why till now I have yet to reach for the stars in the world of blog-dom.. because I am caught in between few categories.

Of sizes.

Of hotness and trendiness (is this spelling even correct?)

Of quirkiness

An analysis concurred by Sha-Lene

OBSERVATION
Let's say the average overweight weight is ... 80kgs.
Blondie is uber famous because maybe she's 90kgs.
OneKL is uber famous because maybe she's 45kgs.
There is no famous fashion blogger who is like 65kgs. Yet.

:)

APPLICATION
30 Rock had this episode where the average weight girl
became overweight, then became super famous.
Then when she started losing the weight, her ratings dropped.
The producer said, either go skinny or go really big. No in between.

HYPOTHESIS
You need to establish your own genre :D

It doesn't seem hard to get all bloated up and not having much clothes that can fit and hence can start moaning how the world would call me Fetty . Being hot and trendy seems more like a day job by itself. Having a dateline to reach a certain kilos by limiting selg to moving grass and fruits. I have a day job ok. Like a REAL day job which requires energy to get stuck in the jam, persuade people to buy, lugging stocks. The only quirky attempt I have ever gone thru would have been the day when I mistakenly wore a pink dangle earring on one side and another gold one on the other side.. Ohh the other day when I try to have a change and wore mini skirt to work, I have people walk me to the exit and watch me from behind -__-

I am still not over with the fact that I have for the SECOND time lost the memory card where I store work documents, and a lil bit of camwhore pics :(  I can't recall if I fling my bag to anyone for self protection and having all my stuff strewn on the floor. Neither are there any holes in my bag. If the car wash man were to have found it in the car, would he not be able to recognise that is just not a chip of dirt?

A staff just found a sick rat sitting drowsily next to my cabinet. It doesn't move despite people aprroaching it. It just sat there squirming / crying / waiting to die whatever. I suspect he must have swallowed my Memory Card and got poisoned..anyway, the rat got disposed and died.

Thrifted orangey dress from MochaLatte, the site that sells to help

I hate to see tomorrow coming. With memory card digested by the stupid rat. Or thrown by the car washer. And still not being famous a blogger....

Don't You Tell My Mum

...... that I have splurged couple of hundred bucks on impulse purchase *__*

Kucin Jantan Kucing Betina

Kacip Fatimah mahal tak terkira

Kucing mana yang tak gila

Bila Cats Whiskers SALES cam gila!!!! 

Yah!!! And this is how crazily- overly- madly crazy I was when I headed to Cats Whiskers boutique during their recent clearance sales season. Everything for 70%!! I would have bought over the entire boutique if I can :D Like as in buying over the whole lot as a business entity and make my own conglomerate of fashion line :D But!! This is not a lot compared to some woman who most probably have bought a lot more than me :D But for one who need not wear anything but the company's own attire during working days (that's me) it's deemed unnecessary.

Loots on Day 1

Loots on Day 1, 2 and 3 combined

purple tunic so nice I don't think I want to wear it and spoil it.

khaki T-back dress so hot I don't think I dare to wear it out of the room

OOh! And while I was at Glam Street bazaar attempting to look like I am a bazaar whore....62km away from where I am, Miss Pung was hoarding the fitting room of Forever 21 in Sunway Pyramid and attempted to call me and I attempted to return call and she attempted again to call me and again I attempted to call again to to liaise on a very important matter - to buy the nautical stripes maxi I have been dreaming of :)

This is most probably a very stupid dream for a very mature 31 years old woman who had another half a million sales target to reach before end of June 2010 and more important issues to think about like tax returns, marketing strategy and such..

Forever 21 nautica maxi at RM79

Spot my leaf pendant? RM11 from Cats!

Shopping is never theraupeutic..as what some says. It is only theraupeutic when you are Paris Hilton and can afford to spend USD25,000 on Victoria's Secret without having to go home and think of how to curb having lunch just to save RM15 a day to re-coup back the monetary losses made during shopping session completed.

And now I shall go on a fasting period- both on shopping and on food...

Mumbo Jumbo

It's Labour Day on a Saturday! Oh what joy! One of those rare Saturday that the office is officially closed. Wahhhhh I have longed for it for so long! But it didn't do me any good anyway. I slept at 5am, woke up at 11.30am only after Jac texted me for the second time to check if I am going for the bazaar in Bangsar. I am officially a bazaar whore :D (applicable to bazaars within my reach of driving and not getting stuck in traffic)

I agreed with what Jac says - bazaars nowadays have turned into a platform for fashionista. With people selling all the fashionable items. How are the grandmas gonna get their stuff? With people dressing up to the max to self-feature themself. The whole ultimatum of a bazaar - to scavenge for cheap thrills and rare items and maybe buy some fresh veges are not what bazaars are today. Where there are fruits and veggies, no clothes are allowed. Where there are clothes and accesories, you can only get artsy cupcakes, and no veges.

Where all food, veges and clothings are allowed, it's the wet market in Pudu.

Did I not mention people go to bazaars to self feature? I think I meant myself..

My Ganesha pendant. I felt truly Indian with it around ;)

Love the electric blue 3 point zip top from Style Influx, but I realise it self deteriorates. Only worn twice and it started to self-destroy by rotting at the seams... brrrrrrr

Shopping bag! Hand drawn! But bad sewing ;(  bought from Jeumpa D'ramo bazaar. Oh well, can't blame them.. amateur college kids. I immediately decided to buy this for the purpose of research. Of something that I plan to do in time to come :D

I think I am slowly finding my artsy self.. In no time most probably I will be ripping my own blouse and gelling my hair to make the word DIVA to stand on top of my head, wear canvas shoes with self drawn arts and attempts on purple lipstick and most probably make some batik corsets to wear..it's all peer pressure... and pressure to leave the corporate world ...