what a day

I had the worst day ever.

I had my period yesterday so the cramps were still there this morning. Blame PMS! I was moody all day. Later in the afternoon, the MBPJ guy sent me the season parking sticker and I paid a friggin hundred for it. As I was in a rush, I put the sticker in one of my drawers before I got back to work.

Had lunch with Izan and Shida at this malay restaurant. My food came 30 mins after I ordered. Since Izan had to pay the deposit the cheques for the bills for TNB, we had to make a big round to public bank and back again to the office. I was sweating like orang gila.

Around 8ish, Shida ajak-ed me to go home. As I was busy packing, I opened the drawer and found out that the season parking sticker's not there. So, I looked in the other drawers and found nothing. Shida dah bising, so I just went to the lobby. And dear good Lord, it was raining heavily, cats and dogs, lebat gila - whatever you want to call it. So, I went up back to the office and continued searching for the missing sticker. I literally cleaned up my desk, afraid that the sticker might be under the piles of papers. But, still nothing. I wanted to cry (blame the PMS please) but Eddy was a few desks away from me, so I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me breaking down.

Note: I was really REALLY depressed and emotionally unstable, mind you. So, the thought of "every body is evil" was clouding up my mind.

I went back to the lobby and the rain was still heavy. So I called mom and told her about it. Luckily she was being extra nice today and I felt calmer and better after the call. Haniza, the second victim, had to listen to all my miserableness for 8 mins or less, I think? And, I waited there for another 15 minutes. There was no sign that the rain's gonna stop anytime soon. Being the superhero I've always been, I walked under the heavy rain (redah hujan orang melayu kata), ignoring the stares of other stranded people in the lobby, across the busy road and finally, I was in my car.

Reached home around 9.50pm, I went straight to my mom and cried. Baby Lisya just stared at me, maybe a bit weirded out kot. Dad was being a "bitch", he said that I lost the sticker because kononnya I always asked for money from both of my parents. See, the norm in my family is, you can only ask for money from one parent at a time. Cannot ask from both at the same time, harammmm. Well, apparently I did that during uni. And, he came up with this CRAZY idea that its like a punishment from God for my lack of honesty values. Can you imagine that? Your daughter had a terrible day at work, lost her RM100 friggin parking sticker, cold and wet, and not to forget blardy hungry. And you simply accused her, kononnya she's being punished by God. Wth man? So, I had this "talk" with him and told him what I felt when he despised me that way. And, for the gazzilionth time today, I cried. (Blame the pms again, please?)

Mom said my dad's having a "difficult" period in his life. In simpler words, he's having his menopause. Fullstop.

After dinner (wow, this is a bloody long entry, dont you think?) the whole family gathered in my parents' room. Boboy was being extra hyper, playing with the baby, and accidentally (with his Superman strength) smashed the wardrobe's mirror into pieces. He hurt himself on the elbow, and nearly fainted when he saw blood coming out. Jadi la kecoh satu rumah.

So, yeah. That's all about today's happenings. I have to call the MBPJ guy to cancel off my sticker tomorrow morning. I don't want to wish anything bad to the person who stole my sticker (if someone actually took it intentionally/unintentionally), but I have faith in God. Ever heard what goes around comes around?
So, just be careful la okay?

xoxo