רּ (rĕsh)

I used to love Wednesdays.

For starters, I’m a Wednesday child (and btw whoever said that Wednesday’s Child is full of woe deserves a rightful knock on his already fractured skull). Seeing I work, I find it uplifting to know that when Wednesdays swing by, you know you’re already halfway through your work week and that the glorious weekend’s just around the corner.

My dance classes that I teach also fall on Wednesday evenings so you see, I used to love my Wednesdays.. until today that is.

It started out great. I started work at half past 11 in the morning and worked solidly til 2 when we had to go to town for a meeting. Got back at half 4 and worked right up to half 6. See the plan was to leave my consultancy work at half 6, teach dance at 7 to 8 and then have a lazy evening at home reading this book that was gifted to me by a client of mine as I’m off work til Saturday.

However did it pan out that way?

Hell no.

I left my stuff in the staff lockers to teach my hourly class and when I got back, I found that someone had stolen my phone.

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Yes my $800 Sony Ericsson V800 3G phone.

Now to those of you that are not in the know, I’m a phone whore. Aside from the ridiculously expensive price, my phone has all my txt msgs from my parents and friends from the last 6 years and people who know me, will tell you that I can’t live without my little toy (yes worse than my vibrator).

And tonight, some asshole had the nerve to go to the damn staff lounge and steal it from my locker.

So everything’s gone. Contact numbers from my friends and family abroad and here- the whole enchilada- and in the space of an hour.

So instead of vegging out and reading my book and lazing at home as I initially intended to do, I instead had to go to town to the central police station and fill out a police report. I called my phone co. and they’ve blocked my sim card. I’ve also got my serial number of my phone so tomorrow the motherfucker who took my damn trinket is going to get a rude awakening when he finds the phone well locked and dead.

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If there’s one thing I honestly cannot fathom is the nerve of people stealing stuff. Does it make you feel better, to know that you’ve taken something of importance from someone else? Especially when they’ve worked hard to get it?

I hate feeling victimized and part of me being upset tonight was not being able to do anything about it but lodge a stupid report so that my insurance would cover it.

Ask any of my friends. Like my dad, I can be pretty generous so to take something off me without my consent, really irked me tonight.

There’s rumours going around that it could be one of the staff members but I find it hard to believe cause I work with these people and I know them and to think that one of them could’ve taken my toy really depresses me.

Nyways I was incensed. Told staff that if anyone wanted to steal my things, they should try prying it off my freaking fingers.

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And that when I find the perpetrator that took my phone, you can be sure I’m gonna give him/her one hell of a beating.

I’m talking put-your-fucking-jaw-on-the-pavement-so-I-can-break-it-with-my-foot styles.

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And that’s exactly what I told the cops at the station.

The weather in Auckland is as temperamental as the peeps here. It’s like 15 to 11 on a Monday morning here and for the past 10 minutes I’ve witnessed all 4 seasons.

Why am I not at work? Well just cause I start at 1 today. It’s great having late starts on Mondays. I get to sleep in til 10 in the morning and fluff around until noon before getting my booty out of my front door and to work.

Life’s been real hectic since coming back from Malaysia. The plane ride was crap to begin with. I think due to my cold, my ears had refused to pop from the pressure and it was only a couple of days later that it finally managed to stabilise themselves them bastards.

The week that I got back as well was our Mid-Year launch for all our programs so seeing I was co-presenting for 3 launches, that basically meant getting myself into the studio by 6-7 in the morning to run over my choreography.

7 gruelling days later, I’m still sick and have been diagnosed by my docs that I’m overtraining and that I need to take it easy (like no shit sherlock). I’ve got a follow-up on Thursday so I’m hoping that goes well.

I’ve also just booked my ticket back to Malaysia for December! I so can’t wait. Pri’s gonna be there so I’m pretty sure my second trip back will be more chaotic than my last one. Yes if you must know, we’re planning on taking over the world.

Aiights I’m out. This is pretty much a boring entry. There’s nothing much happening in my week this week. I’m saving for my trip so that’s pretty much ruled out any drunken-clubbing possibilities.

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E-yeah… We’ll see how long that resolve lasts.

Outties!

x,
me-

So KL is still krayzee. It’s funny but in the 6 years I’ve been away, you’d think that a city with 18million then, would’ve developed systematically but alas, when have we Malaysians been recognized and applauded for our organizational skills? =)

Aside from the population boom, not much has changed. We are still rude and uncivil(ised?), teenage girls when in herds are horridly judgemental and most drivers here still have a penchant for driving in between lanes (this is not your road at your daddy’s kampung dammit). But as pointed out by my girlfriends, these are just some of the characteristics and traits that make Malaysia, Malaysia I guess. So suck it in and deal with it Resh <— maybe I was whinning too much?

All and all I must say that I had my share of fun. I’ve been here for a week and leave tomorrow night. Still I got to catch up with my friends I haven’t seen in ages. For starters, Shu was the one that picked me up from the airport Sunday past. See I sortakindamaybe didn’t tell my parents that I was coming home so I got to surprised them. Family aside, I got to hang out with Zaireen, Bahariah, Shukies, Mel, ‘Leen and Eugene even and you know what? I’m happy everyone’s doing so well.

On the shopping front, the clothes here aren’t quite different from the ones in NZ so instead of clothes shopping, I’ve been food-shopping. I’ve stocked up on my fav cereals, pop tarts, marshmallows, lays potato chips and peanut-butter oreos- you know the good stuff you can’t find anywhere else. Hehe.

I’ve also had my share of the local fare so I’m happy.

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No actually, I’m quite sad at the fact that I’m leaving this place so soon but on the upside, I’ll be back in December and hopefully I’d be here for a month.

Aiights I’m out. I don’t really know how to end this so I’m just going to kill it here. My flight leaves tomorrow night but I’ll be packing tonight and doing last minute stuff tomorrow.

See you in Auckland.

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