:: rachel. more than just a word ::
...Rachel. More Than Just A Word...
January 30, 2007
another day to see the world
FLOWER POWERGirls....have the power to influence AND to be influenced so easily.
Today was the first day of the official Loreal sales at Park Royal hotel. It was JUJU-BONKUS alright. It was a continuous (and I REALLY mean non-stop!) running streams of women pouring in and out of The Orchid Ballroom. There were, however, some sesat-ed man there, probably being pulled against their will, solely because they have THE Cs. (Car, Cash and Credit Card of course. Pretty much doubt it is their Craving for Cosmetics.)
What I was truly astonished...was my ability, my competence to keep my dear customers entertained and yet corrupted by the really random and survival-based-instincts, uncertain information regarding cosmetics that I could come up with (In less than 2 seconds). Make ups. Hah! I am such a hypocrite. And a liar. To tell you dear readers the truth, I have absolutely nei idea how to tell which is a mascara and what on cow's world is an eye liner before being exposed; only recently. I mean really, in my world, even the existence of lip gloss sinks into oblivion.
And today, I have seen it all.
Most women are just purely manipulated, as though they are so deprived of self-gratification. Today, more than 40 women asked me, ME, the instruments suited that would get them to be defined as beautiful by the society. So polluted....So.....salah. When I see all these women, you know what I see? I see natural beauty gleaming by itself. They strive too hard....for nothing that is. Jostling and pushing like mad people just to get one lipstick. *Doosh* Is it an obsession or is it just plain fetish? They are pretty-ful as they already are. But yet, they still are not satisfied. They still...ask me for beauty tips. *Cynical laughter* Mean. Mean.
FILLED WITH GLITTERY GUILTFor almost half the day, I was dealing with Lipsticks. My hands were filled with those shiny stuff from letting the customers crayon my hands out of their curiosity (For the colour of course, not my durability of my hand or anything silly like that). I was nearly getting to the point of breakdown when I was stationed there so the very last minute and everything there had no samples, no proper lipstick sort-outs or whatsoever. Girls and women were just snatching and making subtle growls at one another for many reasons. "Taking my colour." "Touching my handbag." "Elbowed my breast." ???? Scary.
Anyway...Nearing the closing time of the sales for the day, the 2 erm, co-workers of mine went for a toilet break, leaving me all alone to handle the whole row of cosmetics. Among everyone, I know least of what their product is all about. Some 3-in-1 foundation thing and a number of weird stuff. All of the sudden, all these customers came surrounding me, inquiring about almost everything. "Which is the colour suitable for my skin ah?" " You think I look nice ah? Recommend recommend." GOD. I know NOTHING about the stuff they asked! But I somehow manage to make up a grandmother story about how powder and foundation cream came about and how different colours would make your skin look bad and how you should always buy Natural colours. For THAT particular toilet break of theirs, I sold all off their Natural coloured foundation..And a few more stuff. I was AMAZED.
At the end of the day, I felt like as though my upper body was running away from my lower one. Mad day.
10:31:00 PM
the one who speaks
rachel
bits and crumbs
Once upon a time there was a cow. Yes. A cow. And this cow had a friend. Friend was a sheep. See, both of them were green. In that place they lived in, all things were made green. The mushrooms, the potato land, the trees, the mosquitoes. And suddenly came down a star, CRASHING down to their planet, and ALL things became kalerful! And that star was ME. Rachelli. Ngyahahaha. *Scwoll down pwease*
