Archive for January 2009
talk, you bitch!
moi: hello… hye… it’s so nice to meet you!
miss entrepreneurist: hye, so glad you could make it.
moi: no problem at all, thanks for considering the cod, though you have not confirmed it yet on your blog.
miss entrepreneurist: no problem!
moi: you gals sell all the gorgeous things.
miss entrepreneurist: thank you!
moi: it’s orgasmic everytime i visit your blog, but then it goes downright anti-climax when knowing that my size is almost always, and immediately, sold out.
miss entrepreneurist: ohhh, we’re sorry… some of the items are non-restockable.
moi: i know, and that’s good actually, keep it limited… because that’s how the designers are doing it, right? perhaps we could achieve something like them, only in shorter period.
miss entrepreneurist: true… so, without further ado… here’s your gems.
moi: gorrrgeous! i’m so excited that i could finally buy something from you… one in my size and it’s available!
miss entrepreneurist: we’re glad that you’re shopping with us… would you like to try it on?
moi: but i thought you said, there’s no trying before buying —
miss entrepreneurist: well, yes —
moi: it’s alright, i respect the terms and conditions… and you girls are here, all service and smile… i really appreciate that!
miss entrepreneurist: thank you for understanding!
moi: this is the kind of service that keeps the customers with you, no? and as always i like to tell everyone — as a constant reminder, that is — please don’t be the one-liner seller, they’re such cold people… zat is a pet peeve for me…
miss entrepreneurist: we totally empathize! we shop online as well — that’s a given, considering we own a shop too but there’s too much temptation, haha! — and yes, some of them are pretty distant. they don’t give much thought to customer service. but on the other hand, not all our customers are as nice as you are! so we do have to practice quite a bit of patience.
moi: i’m glad you get what i mean… really, we’re all girls… and fashion — what we are all exchanging mails and texts with everyday — is supposedly the ultimate icebreaker, something most of us have the passion for and especially since in this particular circle, we are all about selling and buying it. if fashion is not the icebreaker, then what is — boys? aren’t we sick talking about them already?
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The tap came again. This was annoying. Now she would have to deal. She swung her head around, anticipating a possible fight.
“Hey girl.” The tapper was a dark-skinned young woman in glasses.
“Yes?” Victory said.
The girl leaned slightly forward. “I like your pants. Sequins during the day. That’s cool.”
Victory looked down. The pants! She’d completely forgotten she was wearing the pants she’d stitched up yesterday afternoon. The words “I like your pants” echoed in her brain like a suddenly cheery slogan. “Hey girl, I like your pants.” It was about more than just pants, though. It was Fashion with a capital “F” — the international language of girlspeak, the icebreaker, the compliment and soother, the automatic membership to the club …
“Thank you,” Victory said kindly, feeling all warm and fuzzy toward this young woman who was a stranger, but not so strange anymore now that they were united in the common ground of liking her pants.
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chapter 7, lipstick jungle, candace bushnell
cuzn A: then i suggest you migrate.
moi: why must i when i could help to improve the budi bahasa of our people among themselves better? why must i migrate to feel gratitude? i should help my own people first, even when they don’t bother to be helped or deemed better than me, they would even mock my suggestion as unwelcomed charity?
as i have earlier mentioned, i am not so much about the red carpet worthy attention or service. somehow, both friendliness or the cold shoulder can be felt, even through e-mails… and i am not the only one annoyed. aku takkan berkasar if you wouldn’t start it first, and if you say i am then say it to my face and i’ll apologize rather than scath you off. take the time to ponder that perhaps the way people responded to you could actually came from yourself first, before nak sound orang, “kurang ajar ya kau ni?”. tolong lea discontinue your education with the fucking non-dramatic-and-predictable malay drama/film scripts… please, please, pleaaaassseee!
come on, babes — and notable gents… the world could use a little more niceties, especially in overwriting what the israelis did to gaza — although not much, but our footprints would be embedded more lastingly when we pass this simple but significant lesson to our children.
