*The song “Buttons” by the Pussycat Dolls is playing in the background while I’m writing this.*
My feet. They are better now.
What I did was to clean feet with warm water and then soak them in hot water. The moment I dip my feet into the pail, my feet turns itchy. Maybe hot water is killing naughty things under swollen feet in which resulted in the itch.
Then, I wipe my feet dry. Apply Bao Fu Lin (???). An ointment that was bought during our trip to Shanghai a few years back. It’s a produce of Beijing but we bought it in Shanghai. Sorry Devil, Eurax just didn’t seem to have any effect on me. Bao Fu Lin is amazing. What those Chinese people did in their product demo was to hold a red, hot burning chain with their bare hands. As soon as their hands are burnt, they walk around showing fellow spectators their roasted palm. And then, they apply Bao Fu Lin and then skin goes back to normal. Then, I discovered that some people make a living by burning their own hands.
Anyway, the ointment is good for scalds, burns as well as itches. It smells like Mopiko. I like the cool tingly menthol feeling.
And because my feet are getting better. I was out shopping today.
1. Keyboard and mouse. Black colour.
2. Dress. Black with flowers. I think I’m going to wear this to my cousin sister’s wedding. Nice dresses are hard to come by. So when I see one and if it’s not too expensive, I would buy and keep it for a special occasion. And to get one that fits you perfectly is rare. Like how there are good guys out there but to find the one right for you can be daunting but at times simple if the timing is right. Like how the timing was right for me today to be able to meet Ms.Pretty Dress.
3. A few tees. My favourite one has got a monkey on it.
4. A pair of sandals. Nice and cheap. If possible, would want to wear it to sleep tonight. (Okay, I’m just kidding!)
1. A hometown friend. Someone I have not met for ages. 6 years. This Malay girl was laughing when she saw Iris and me. Pointing and laughing. It took me a while to figure out who she was. I mean if she’s pointing and laughing at you, you sure do know you know her. She’s the sister of my sister’s first boyfriend. Heh. My parents never knew about her dating a Malay guy. As always, I’m the secret keeper. It’s not easy being a secret keeper and an elder sister together at the same time, I got to keep the secret from my parents (else parents will kill sister) and I had to take care of sister to make sure she is okay (else parents will kill me). When they were together, my sister was only in Form 1. My sister surely does attract more guys than I do.
The relationship didn’t work out. It was more like a puppy love. After the break up, I had to be counsellor and advisor to this ex-boyfriend of my sister. My sister was literary fine but he was a total wreck. He really did love my sister. He gradually survived and he calls me “Kakak Cantik”. I’ve not seen him for ages too.
2. A sales attendant of a skin care product store. We were just browsing because I loved the colours of the products. She approached us, explained every range of product that was in the shop as we made our way around. And while she was explaining, I can feel a coat of cloud surrounding me. I don’t know how to describe this feeling but I do get it when someone strokes me gently on the head for a long time. Or when my mum would comb and tie my hair when I was little, you get this very very calm and soothing feeling and you just stand or sit still because once you move, the feeling disappears. The feeling is so nice, you don’t want it go away and it puts you into some kind of a dreamy mode. Floating on air but you still know that you’re very much alive.
This sales attendant has got some kind of charm in her. She’s a very pleasant lady. I think she knows we are not going to buy anything from her but she still took the time to explain the products to us. With so much patience and sweetness. I thanked her with a smile as we made our way out of the shop. This is not just excellent customer service, but superb (with three exclamation marks behind) customer service.
I then asked Iris if she felt the same thing.
“I felt it too.”
I don’t know if the word “kebas” in Bahasa Melayu is the right word to describe it. Or “semut”. But if you know what I’m talking about then you’ll know la!
And so, the day ended with a bleeding wallet.