Parsley

What a way to start a day.

I received a parcel today.
From Capxion Media.


I was wondering why in the world would they, Capxion Media, send me something using the courier service, since I go to the office practically every other day. I go there to look for Edmund, sometimes Jerad and even Walter. I can always go there to pick up whatever they need to give me. They can always give me a call. So anyway, this morning while I was playing with my younger sibs, my dad called me from downstairs and he gave me the parcel. So I opened it, and to my fefjdxnkwe surprise, theres nothing inside it. EMPTY. AN EMPTY PARCEL. I called them (Capxion, well, Phoebe to be exact) up and they told me it was just some coupon (err Women's Secret gift voucher worth RM180!). So I told them to call Nationwide Express but Im guessing the story ends here. Yes, youve guessed it. Im pissed disappointed. Obviously you would know not to send any cash, cash equivalent or valuable items through the mail right? RIGHT?! This is the word I was looking for all this while (since morning), unprofessional.


I SWEAR TO GOD IVE LOOKED THROUGH THOROUGHLY.


Sigh. Takpelah Phoebe, you belanja I buffet jelah. Wahah!


Anyway, I went to a casting in Talent Factory yesterday. I was greeted with a "Hanis! (we've been waiting for you!)". Haha. Very friendly people (yes you, Diana!). So of course, I was nervous as this is my very first time doing such thing. Geetha, the caster, told me that she has read my blog ( WOH BANGGA GILA), my blog reflects my personality (WOH WOH WOH) and that im so me in my blog, and thats what they want. Hurei! It went on quite smoothly, except parts where I was talking too fast (out of nervousness Im guessing). Booo! After that I had lunch (with my whole big family, yes they accompanied me to my very first casting!) at Old Town White Coffee. Such cozy place.


Who taught you that face, Alisya?



Ive been wanting to go to Pavilion and visit my favourite people, my ex-colleague, and so I did! Wah its crazy and I miss them so much! I just miss working with them, wiping glasses and washing dishes and if got luck, sell handbags (very hard to sell Marc Jacob's item you know). Wahah! I remember my last day of working there, and Fairuz (world's most generous supervisor, who bought me a pair of jeans from Pull and Bear as a goodbye gift) had asked Cyndi to record a video of me doing my chores. Bladi hel these people want to sell video of me washing dishes and catwalking back to the store from toilet trip. They think got people want to buy?! Haha.


Me and the very-hilarious-plus-totally-Chinese-and-modern-looking Cyndi (my sister from another mother, I tell you), and the dancing diva Diana.

I want to go back to Marc by Marc Jacob :(

Eh no one stopping you also.
Lol.


After the whole imissyouyeahimissyoutoowhentobelanjame session, we (The Zainal's) went to Bangsar, because my mommy need new clothes.While she was in fitting room waiting for me to choose for her, a bunch of Chinese girls came up to me and the leader, Rachel, went like ARE YOU HANIS? ARE YOU MALAYSIAN DREAMGIRL? Me, flattered, with my cannot-control-flattered-nostrils, replied yes and yes. Rachel: OMG youre like my favourite model (when I realised she said model and not contestant or dreamgirl crap, my nostrils reacted even more). Hanis: THANKYOU. Rachel: Youre so pretty. Can I take picture with you? Hanis: WAHAH! THATS WHAT I WANTED TO ASK EARLY-EARLY LAGI. Yeah sure. *Snap snap*

She made my daaaaaaaaaaaay :D