*clutches her flat chest and wheeze*
*falls of chair dramatically*
Pardon my stupidity, but I've always thought that usually there's a position available before companies hire people. Okay, it's alright, at least I now know. So while sleeping on my bed cursing my luck, I remembered all the shit I went through during my college years and I feel a lot better knowing that if I manage to live through that, I can live through almost everything.
Compared to alot, I've been fortunate but not fortunate enough to escape internship. I was to pack and ship to our capital, Kuala Lumpur to do my radio internship with a government station then. I cried and begged, pulled my hair and a few other people's hair (no, I was kidding) and had sleepless nights. I wasn't ready to leave my comfort zone along with my family and friends behind to some unknown place. Plus, I didn't even like KL since the pollution was so high it makes me break out like *toot* and not to mention I have NO friend there minus my college mates that I wasn't all to close with. Oh, how I cried, ranted and wanted to die. Hey, I was young and silly then.
I'm wiser now. Yes I am, I can prove it. I have all 4 wisdom tooth out. To be truthful, I'm no wiser but a lot less sillier. That aside, the first day I went to KL, my dad accompanied me by bus to my new place that I had no idea where. My uncle came and together we got lost for a good 2 hours all because my room mate couldn't tell the specific area name.
Lo and behold, my darlings, my 'smart ass' of a friend and her KL boyfriend chose a place 10 minutes walk from the KTM (Keretapi Tanah Melayu) which is our local train station which takes us directly to Angkasapuri, where we worked. Cool right? Wrong, it was also a place that was probably too dangerous for two young girls to venture out past 9 o'clock. Rumors has it that it was an area where a couple of years ago there was Indonesian workers with machetes fighting also it was near the area where a raped and murdered victim was found. Headline news then. I'm so lucky...
So living in an empty flat was not very fun. Note the empty. I had a mattress in my room along with my luggage which double and triples as my dressing table, dinner table, luggage, safe whatever. My room had NO lights and NO fan and NO hot shower, imagine I up and about at 6am and I hop around madly in my bathroom. My bathroom has NO mirror as well. I slept at 9pm and wake up at 5am (roll about till sunrise) every single day. I do my make up for 2 months in the freaking dark.
I ate instant noodles every single working night. Imagine my hair loss and imagine my stash of instant noodles of every flavor in the cupboard. Oh and we didn't have dining table chairs so we can't eat at the table. I turned an old cardboard box upside down and that was my dining table. Just gotta be quick since my bowl cum cup was heavy, after a while, it'll sink down the middle of the box where the joints meet. Yay me, me smart!
I have NO laptop since it died and there was no connection anyway. So I bought books to read. I read on the toilet bowl and after a good 3 hours, I had to stop, not because I was sleepy but because I couldn't feel my ass anymore. I had to crawl to bed. That night I slept Superman style. On my already flat chest.
My room had no curtains, I had to pink panther around after bathing and crawl on the floor to my luggage just in case. Once, there was people painting the flat on cranes and I was asleep in my room wearing an obscenely short dress. Nice, I was a flasher even then.
I couldn't take it anymore but only left when a friend insisted I bunked over in their house. Was I glad? I am! I am! A few nights prior to that, someone broke into the electric room and cut off the power to our unit and the committee member (no 's') kept insisting that me and my room mate wrote down the names of the people living in our unit. I understood that everyone wrote but for us, it was dangerous because everyone there knows there was only 2 girls in that unit and we worked from 9am - 5pm every day. I had a minor argument and ended up writing the owner's name instead.
Not to mention, I suspected my room mate was over charging me for the room and I was suspecting someone has been stealing my money I had in my luggage in my room. I lock up my room but not my luggage but the owner of the apartment came over (twice) to fix my room light (which still ended up spoils after ONE day) and thus had the keys to my room. My room mate only calls him over when I'm not around and is scared of me talking to him or seeing him which fueled my suspicion.
Despite all that, if given a choice to do it all over again. I would. The friends I made, the people who treated me so kindly when I wasn't close to them was sweet beyond words and I loved working there. I looked forward to every working day and hated weekends. I wonder if I'll ever get the feeling again.
Thinking back, I laugh at the memories and reminds myself to be like a cockroach, I'm not talking about being brown, disgusting and lives in a damn, dark hole but to adept to surroundings and know that hey, the cockroaches outlived even the dinosaurs! They're millions of years old. Gotta adept and find a job or I'll start stealing other people's food soon.
EDIT: Okay the Ganguro FOTD should be up latest by later today or tomorrow. Be warned. Picture heavy...