Dear Diary

A Wizard-of-oz-day

On Friday, I decided to take an MC. Most loved ones doesn't know what happened on that day.

I call it the spur of the WOOD (refer to post topic), it happens once in a while, and when it takes place in my life, something ridiculous would occur and I would find myself in queer and difficult situations that I never encountered.

So when I drove back to Klang, after McD breakfast, I went straight to the tailor mom mentioned the other day. She is a friendly aunty. After some discussion, she gave me the measurement of 16 costumes needed. So I rushed to Kamdar early at 9.30am. I parked in the basement which was pitch dark, and after that I drove out, and drove into the surface parking, which costs me 4 bucks without parking there for an hour.

I bought a 56 meters red lining cloth, and a 7.5 meters silky cloth, costing me RM172. But the worker accidentally gave me a 50% off, and I notified him, and then the cashier giving me extra Rm50, which I notified her as well. So I got back to the tailor, only to find, the cloth is not suitable.

So I drove back to Kamdar again, switched the RM100 cloth to a RM200 of soft linen. I got back to the tailor, gave her the measurement, and drove to a clinic to get my MC and meds.

After that, I drove straight to the center to work. It was until after 4 hours, the trainer called me to inform that the costumes are already being handled. So I called the tailor to cancel off the order, and the cloth are now officially mine.

I've been working so hard, and paying so much, for nothing. But I didn't fret. Instead I planned on making a Cheongsam for myself since the cloth's been bought.

I then played Ping Pong with the kids and taught laughingly.

Today I ran in face-to-face with the GPK, she heard about it and ask if have any loss from this case. I told her I had no loss. Then as if nothing happened, I worked through the day and went to Baby's house to celebrate his birthday in advance.

My heart is tired. That I know. It's just stuck there. So every WOOD has a lesson of itself. What is the lesson for this time being I don't really know. I fucking don't know what to feel.