yeah baby...

so i went to the post office today, and successfully collected my parcel. wheee :D

my mom sent me EIGHT pairs of shoes, and i cannot wait for spring to come. unfortunately, i have a long wait ahead. a very long wait. hopefully the snow and slush will be gone by late march or april at the latest...

opening my parcel was like getting a huge ass early christmas present. i packed it with my mom, but since it takes more than two months to get here, i've completely forgotten what i packed inside.. so yeah... i'm pulling things out and going 'hey! cool i've got this...' or 'omg thats so awesome' but mainly 'oh my god, more shoes?!' but i'm not complaining :)

on a side note i finally have milo! i swear to god milo is like one of the best malaysian products everrrr. 

oh one more thing that totally made me feel like i'm friggin' awesome. 

see when i went to the post office, i didnt have the slip that you're supposed to show to collect your parcel. i tracked my parcel online and saw that my parcel arrived in the post office, so i wrote down my tracking code onto a piece of paper and just brought that slip there since i figured they could confirm with their database in the post office(which they've done before). 

okay, why did i not have my slip? simple. because most of the time, the slip just goes missing. you can go bug the commandant downstairs, but it's always the same few slips, and you normally only see yours a month after your parcel has been sitting in the post office, and you pray to god that your parcel hasnt been sent back to  malaysia. 

so anyway, after an hour's plus wait at the post office, it was my turn, and i passed my tracking code to the woman working there. she said the internet was down and langsung dont wanna layan me. due to the language barrier, i find that malaysians here get pushed around alot and dont get the type of treatment customers are due sometimes. in fact, i know of only one other girl in my year who dares to scold the guards etc and tell them off when they bully or cari pasal with us for no apparent reason.

Here's the best part. 

i sort of told off the woman working in the post office. yeah baby. even with my russian that is not as good as i'd like it to be, i explained things to her, and made her manually look through the records, and go search for my parcel. 

BOO-YAH!!!

she actually listened to me and layan-ed me. felt so awesome. haha. and i collected my parcel. :D

for those of you who dont live here, you're probably thinking "so what? consumer rights and all that.." 

but that's the thing with living in a country where you can hardly use english, you really get brushed off due to the language barrier.and even when they're trying to help you or just asking you a question it sounds like they're scolding you -.-

 i know that as a foreigner in their country, we should respect their language and learn it etc, i'm all for that, but seriously, some of them could seriously use a healthy dose of friendliness. not all russians are like that, the few that i know from here and there are really nice and friendly, some are really helpful and awesome, but as a population on a whole, russians arent exactly teddy-bear friendly on the outside.  

so for today at least, it's Amanda 1, Moscow 0.