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Desktop Confessional

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

Thursday, April 28, 2005
7:42 PM

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has already opened in some countries. Ugh I am so jealous! Read the book in 2003 and it was damn fucking funny. Didn't get to complete the series though, because it would have cost too much on my student's salary (which is nothing, depending on allowance, hmpf). I heard they sold the omnibus at Kinokuniya but I dunno .. haven't seen it there.

UGH hope it comes to Malaysia soon! Alien poetry! Trillian! The depressing robot whose name I can't remember.


Fourty-two. :D

I'll be wishing I was there.

Sunday, April 24, 2005
12:42 PM

Meesh and I have this wishful plan of going somewhere at the end of 2005. We're thinking maybe Vietnam. Or Thailand. Anywhere really, I'm not fussy. I'm trying pretty hard to save as much as I can. It's not been successful so far. Maybe the best method is that I barricade myself from a mall.

I never thought of visiting Vietnam until I read Anthony Bourdain's A Cook's Tour, where he describes the country so beautifully and with so much passion that you can't help but fall in love with it as well; despite never having been there yourself. I'm easily swayed by powerful words and imagery, what can I say. But seriously, reading Bourdain tell you about the aroma of food and spices fusing together while he sits on a sampan at the floating market in Cai Rang is .. intoxicating, even if you're just simply decoding alphabets printed in a damned book. This is very good writing, the kind of writing that takes you away, and makes you yearn to see the sights that the author sees.

Bourdain has, probably, the best job in the world. Eating and making his way around the world. Writing about it, has his own TV show, best-selling author.

We should all be so lucky.

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Smelling like java.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005
11:30 PM

Jeezus, whoever said being a barista isn't just about making coffee- I SO KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN NOW! It's not just making coffee alright; you're practically marrying coffee, setting up a family and saving for its college fund. Bloody tiring, bloody all-encompassing.

Bloody brilliant ;)

I count myself lucky to be working somewhere I really like, and with people whom I genuinely respect. True to the culture of the organization, these people are really genuine and friendly. I know I know .. it's only been a few short days so I shouldn't really count my eggs before they hatch, but I'm liking it so far and in the event that I may start disliking it in the future, I will just tuck it away it a corner because I am Cleopatra.

(Cleopatra, Queen of The Nile- Denial! Queen of Denial, geddit? Hahahah. Er. Ok crap that was freaking lame.)

The best thing about working where I am is that I meet on the average of 2 people daily, whom I am already acquainted with but haven't seen in aeons. Only today, this junior from high school came up to me and said hi. I couldn't really remember her name, but I knew for some reason which college she went to. Yeah, couldn't remember her name but remembered her college, go figure. It's the little details that count after all, eh?

But it's a great feeling seeing someone whose face used to be so familiar. And the fact that I can say, "hey sit down, let's have a brief chat over coffee (cheh wah plugging the coffee already)" is .. so warm and fuzzy. If you don't already know, I am someone who lives for conversation so this is right up my alley.

Also, today, I have been imparted the great knowledge of what goes in the coffees. Miahahaha. I hold a few of life's great secrets in my little notebook ;) I should probably have it insured, heh heh.

Right, going to watch American Idol now and lust over Constantine. He is just so.. grrrrrowl. Ripoffclothesandall.

Edit: Just watched AI and now I feel like I was born in the wrong era. Hmpff.


Tuesday, April 19, 2005
7:48 PM

This is just stupid. The Malaysian blogging scene is like a little carnival at times, filled with freaks and amusement rides to thrill the young ADD patron. So The Hustler has decided to call it quits after apparently, receiving a spate of hatemail in his inbox. Now shit, why were hatemails sent anyway? I would just like to ask- what did he do to warrant your stupid emails, and why it mattered so much to you anyway whether what he posted up was faked or not?

It wasn't like The Hustler's blog carried information that was pivotal to the fate of the nation or the destiny of humanity. It was a fun blog about sex, and the various sides of it. It has never claimed to be anything more than for entertainment, for a laugh, for amusement. Was there any need to turn a molehill into a mountain? Hey, it isn't like The Hustler was paid by contract to write for people. So why get so worked up when he disappoints? Geez, have a sense of humour, please.

So now he has quit, and I wish him all the best. It's a pity though, because his was one of the better blogs out there. It's completely unfair that the crap blogs still exist, and are continued to be run by annoying, know-it-all, grammar-butchering owners who are just desperate for hits, and only that. But what can you do eh. What can you do.

Photolog>> CLEO's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors.

Monday, April 11, 2005
3:44 AM

Before I go on and write about how I spent my Saturday cuci-ing mata, let me just say that I aced my second interview. Yes, thank you thank you, congratulations at the door inbox, please. Soon, I will have to undergo training before I become the person who makes you human before you start the day. Oooh I cannot wait. Sort of like playing God. Or, dangling the Elixir of Life in front of a non-morning person. ALL WILL BOW TO ME AND MY COFFEE!!

Back to the topic of post. For the first time ever, I went for the preview of CLEO's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors. For those of you not in the know, this is the closest thing Malaysia has to Miss Malaysia/World (or /Universe, even /Tourism sometimes). But without bulging muscles and steroids of Mr Malaysia. Well you get the idea.

50 Average Joes are chosen by CLEO magazine, although I'm not sure what the criterias are. I suppose, looks would factor of course. As well as, the guy's career, his personality, etc. I wouldn't know, I merely ogle.

My friends and I went because one of our friends, and our ex-lecturer, is one of the Bachelors this year. I thought it would be a good opportunity to support him, as well as a good coverline when harassed with comments about being shallow. Heeh. But really, I wanted to check the event out having seen pictures of it in CLEOs of the past.

The event started off with a fashion show by Levi's, previewing their Spring/Summer collection. So the men in the audience wouldn't feel left out from the upcoming ogling session, I suppose.

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I was really surprised by how quickly the crowd filled up. One minute I had space to do a little dance number, and the next, I was being pushed aside by bitchy, short idiot girl in red. She pushed herself in front of Josh, and then pushed in front of Krystle, and finally pushed me aside. When talking about the crowd at lunch, the three of us had a moment of bonding when we all realized that we've been bullied by a girl who seemed 4 feet 5.

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What happened on stage was pretty corny. They had some Q & As where some girls could ask the bachelor of their choice a question (example- Q:"What is the most exhilirating moment in your life?" A:"Oh I would have to say falling in love." Waaah. Bring in bunnies, a pretty field of tulips and Bambi for good measure, pls.). They played some Match the Watch game. A few bachelors pitted their masculinity against each other with push-ups (in 30 seconds, one did 45. Just want to confirm if thats possible because if it is, 'tis amazing). Someone was serenaded by Bachelor #1. There's always seranading, I believe, judging from photos of past previews.

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James Baum (right) performed his song, Skirts and a cover version of Usher's You Got It Bad. He's pretty good live. As you can see from his t-shirt, he's one of the Bachelors as well.

What're songs without dance?

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Reshmonu performed, and he did a great job. The man's dynamite! Can't help but like Reshmonu, he radiates warmth somehow. He brought the event to a close, the Bachelors grouped and posed for some magazine shots, and later on fans were allowed to mingle and take photos with their eye candy, take autographs, grope them .. y'know, the usuals. :D

All in all, it was a pretty fun event. All Bachelors looked better in real life, and watching 2 white men do the Bhangra to Hey Wally was a sight not to be missed. It was so cute how they did it, haha!

Anyway I'm freaking tired, can't be arsed to elaborate the details. Til next time, here's a photo of us minutes before I got jabbed in the eye by Josh and spent 15 minutes tearing and looking like he just dumped me over lunch.

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My Holiday Dilemma

Friday, April 08, 2005
10:05 PM

I am beginning to think that getting a temporary job is the most difficult thing in the world. One, people might not want to hire you because you'll only be around for a short period of time. And two, competition from other overzealous people on a break from school. Sometimes when you don't get a call back, you wonder what's wrong with you that it's so difficult securing a job, any job.

Anyway I got a call back from a popular coffee place last night. Was quite excited really, until the point of shamelessly telling everyone I could about it. I can't help it- someone called! However, besides being excited, I was beginning to freak out because the guy on the line said "bring your resume". Resume? What resume? So surprised was I that I let whatever that was repeating in my head slip out in the form of, "But. I don't have a resume." OMG. Almost kicked myself when that happened. So what if you don't have one now, go type one up lah. Sheesh. Must really install a filter between Mind and Mouth one of these days.

Drove like a madwoman through the jammed streets of Subang in the evening. At one point I thought that I would probably get my first accident today. Besides cutting stop signs and being quite obnoxious with other drivers, anxiety was coursing through my body and I was already shivering because it was sooo freaking cold out. (It had rained the whole day)

What about the interview, you wonder? Well. I thought it went fairly well, but who knows eh? Anyway, I have been asked back for a second interview. Sounds good, but here's the catch: they'll call me in 2 or 3 days. There's that ominous phrase again:we will call you back. *breaks into traumatized sobs* The sentence has got gloomy clouds hovering above it in my mind's eye. So I can look it two ways: 1) they are letting me down gently 2) that I'm really going to be called back for the second interview.

Please please please Lord let it be for latter because I would love love love to work in said coffee place.

I'm hoping for the best and crossing every crossable part of my body there is.

Would also like to say a big thank you to the people who helped me out with the resume! Thank you Nazrul, thank you Simon, thank you Wong.


Monday, April 04, 2005
4:36 PM


My dad has painted one kitchen wall a shade of Coral Blush and the other, some weird pastel-type green.

C'est horrendous. C'est ugly. C'est looks like a kindergarden.

I told him tactfully that it wasn't really working for me, and that he should either repaint it the same shade of Coral Blush (which is actually quite nice), or plain white. Will not be like my mother, who in effort to support her husband, grins and bears with ugly, clashing colours.


Will post a picture if I have the heart.