Wow. That's my summary for today. Just, plain, simple, wow.
It was a very eventful day. There weren't anything much to talk about for a few days, just simple events. I guess it accumulated and exploded today. Though I have a feeling, there will be more on Satuday and Sunday. I worked the afternoon shift today. I had arrived early, so I went out to the sales floor, then went back in, and waited for time to pass before my shift starts.
After the briefing, I was assigned to do test scanning at the children's picture book section (which was hell). There were many people coming in today. Especially since there was that PC Fair and many people are coming to KLCC and they wont just spend time at the PC Fair and leave. Thanks to that, there are many pretty people coming in. Even japanese and korean people. Unfortunately, I was at the children section and I was put through a hellish work, which drains all my time. So I didn't get to look around the more pretty-infested areas and, possibly, find a new friend. Though most of the time, those pretty people who come in are often together with their lover. And for some reason, whenever I am near, their lover tend to keep them closer as though afraid that I would grab them and elope. Weird insecure relationships. The mystery of it never ceases to amaze me.
During my break, I ate in the pantry. I felt lazy to eat outside because there were so many people it would be hard to find a seat. After my early dinner, or late lunch, I went out for a walk. There were so many people. There was one particular girl who caught the most of my attention. She came out from the pharmacy and our eyes met. Then I just walked past her and kept thinking about her. It was because of her purple long pants and white shirt. I was attracted by the purple long pants. Never have I seen a purple and long pants before. She matched it with a white T-shirt, which was fine. The style and colour inflicted a weird sensation to me. A sort of attraction which is new and cannot be ignored.
While I was on my way back to Kinokuniya, I stopped near the escalator to waste more time since I had another 15 minutes before my break ends. I saw a couple to my right. They were talking a bit. Then he kissed her in the mouth in a sort of a children innocent kiss kind of way. It was a rather childish kiss for adults like them. Especially because it ended with a loud smack from releasing their lips from each other, which will give haunt me in my sleep for seven, seven, forty nine days.
A few seconds after they bid each other goodbye, I looked to my left, and I saw my uncle Bill coming up the escalator. I went to greet him and we spoke for no more than 20 seconds before he left. To Kinokuniya. When I went back to Kinokuniya, I was told to do test scanning for the Underground Comics section and the pillar near it. Through my days working at the comics section, I've noticed that comic lovers has two traits. One is that they are very polite people. Secondly, they tend to talk to themselves when selecting comic books. I'm not referring to ordinary comic lovers. These are the traits of extremely passionate comic lovers. There was once a man who was searching for a comic book. He asked me to help him find it. I knew where the comic was and took it for him. I swear, his reaction when he held the comic book, it seemed orgasmic.
Later that evening, Ayesha suddenly called me to her. I went there and she told me, "I saw David Archuleta!" I was completely taken aback. Then I remembered I heard from the radio station that he was already in KL for his concert. So it was no surprise. However, I was still surprised because he came to Kinokuniya. Though I should not be since KLCC was a tourist attraction. Even so, I was still genuinely shocked since I thought I had the chance to meet a celebrity. I went scouting the whole Kinokuniya with Ayesha and Farah. Unfortunately, there was no sight of him already. He had already got his book and left. According to specks of news from here and there, the story is as constructed.
He entered. Ayesha saw her and, unintentionally, said out loud, "Isn't that David Archuleta?" Someone approached him and the bodyguard instantaneously told her to leave him alone and let him find his book and leave.
She regretted not taking a photo of him as much as I regretted not being able to meet him. Though I am not a big fan of David Archuleta, but how often do you get a chance to meet a celebrity from abroad in your first job? I missed many opportunities due to bad timing and always being at the wrong place at the wrong time. But I feel happy to be there when these opportunities presented itself. Well, maybe I'll get lucky tomorrow or Sunday.
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