Fuck! Fuck! Double fuck! Double fuck does not even cover this. This is like a humongous loads piles of fuck waiting to just flatten you. Or already had.
The thorne of trauma in my life now is the boutique that supposedly to be handling my wedding dress had fucking dissapeared. Gah! Gah! Gah! This is a situation so fitting to panic. I want to panic. Maybe I am panicking. God! I need a paper bag to breath through.
The gist is, the dress should had siap like last weekend. But I went back to JB. So I decide to go back on Tuesday to amik the dress. Then it fucking close. Ok enough. Then I went back on Wednesday and Thursday. The light is on, but the door is locked. You also have no idea how many times I called and called but the calls went unanswered. On Thursday (yesterday), it seems like the shop is in dishevelled state. Magazines piled up in the middle of the stores. And most of the rack of clothes is gone is except for 1 or 2. I left a note. The owner didn't yet called. I came again just now and the kedai is fucking empty! Only last month I went and jalan-jalan in front of the shop it is operating per usual.
OMG! I feel like puking. I called my fiance to inform the fucked up state of this situation. I also quickly made up my mind to go to Plan B is which buy a ready made dress or sewa one. Oh God. My friends would know how I loathe to sewa a dress. And I feel I may rage on my wedding day if I have to wear a sewa dress on my freaking wedding day. Contratry to popular belief after finding the shop empty, I did not have an epic bitch moment or lose my shit right there and then. I went walking. The upside of working at Jalan TAR is there are loads of kedai kain, so I walked around in daze and walked around and around in Harrisons and Alina's like some dumbwit trying to sort through an acceptable alternative to this horrible situation.
It is too late to make a wedding dress. But it can happens via loads of money! But I couldn't find yet any acceptable kain or baju on that particular color to ganti back that baju. And I traipsed all the way to Kuala Terengganu and dragging Lini while berpeluh-peluh to search for my kain. And bukannye murah ok kain tu! And this is what happened! If I could sobs here and now, I would.
Why would the owner would do this? Apakah die sudah bangkrap and mahu tutup kedai? Wouldn't it be possible to call all her clienteles to give back their kain? And their deposit is such sungguh mahal ok for them to treat their customers as such? OMG. Adakah die pindah kedai or renovate? If that's the case wouldn't you put up some kind of note on your premise saying you had moved and such such and give your contact details or forwarding address so fellow customers would not go berserk! Takkan tak reti buat business kut. Orang jual todi pon tulis notice kalau die nak gi cuti or move elsewhere!
Or adakah die telah give up menjahit and probably say "Fuck this, I am selling all these fuckers clothes off and quitting sewing. I want to jet off travelling around the world". Or could she possibly died??? If she did, any contact number or notice of death would also be necessary kan? I do not have any sympathy if I do not know the real reason ok!!!
Fuck la kan. I am so pissed. Miranda said in SATC "There's a 'shit motherfucker, fuck shit' situation?" . This situation warrants a Shit. Motherfucker. Fuck. Shit.
Oh and save your preaches. I am here to complain and would calmly proceed to see what can be done in the next few days (and if you guys have any suggestion where or who can help us would also be very helpful). But this is the place for me to rant. And probably to my girlfriends later where we would rant together. Ugh. I need to lie down.