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QUESARAH

Desktop Confessional

You Are My Hero!

Saturday, August 27, 2005
12:41 AM

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From PostSecret

.. but that's not to say I do that I mean what do you think I am heh heh, errr.

Now here's a rant about the great cab drivers of Malaysia:

I usually take the KTM to work on weekdays because I usually go in after class. It's just the most convenient (not to mention, CHEAPEST) way to get to the store. Now to take a KTM ride from my campus, you actually have to break some laws lah, sad to say. A lot of us just cross the tracks through this opening in the fence where someone had cut an entrance through. There isn't a better way to get to the station, unless you want to make ONE BIG ROUND, and walk along Federal Highway to get to the station legally.

Unfortunately, today no one could pass through because a bloody cargo train was in the way. The only way to get through was if you performed some sort of "Indie Jones and the Last Crusade" action, and climbed on the train, and jumped off (wrestle some snakes and tomb raiders etc etc just another day in Indie's life, yawn). I didn't want to die so I backtracked and decided to take a cab instead.

If there's one thing I dislike, its a cab driver who doesn't go by meter. Like, WHAT THE HELL IS THE METER THERE FOR THEN?! Decoration?!

Normally, I'd haggle the price down or refuse flat out if the taxi guy gives me some unreasonable rate but since I didn't want to be late for work, and the fact that taxis don't really come by my campus that often, I gave in.

And for a 5 minute drive, with no traffic- I HAD TO PAY RM 7! Seven bloody ringgit! I was so pissed when I got off. That's practically daylight robbery lah!

I am so sick of all these unethical, lazy ass cab drivers that I will no longer sit at the back and do nothing.

From now on, whenever I get into a cab and he INSISTS on not using the meter, I will bloody hell write down the registration number and send them to the Ministry of Transportation or something.

I will collect as many numbers as I can, and I will send them all to the Ministry.

If you're sick of these cab drivers, and know what I mean, THEN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!

Seriously, it just gives off a really bad impression of our country. When I was in Hong Kong, and taxis were our main mode of transportation, never ONCE did someone NOT go by meter even though it was so obvious that we were tourists (my really really really BAD Cantonese kinda tipped them off). I don't see why the majority of Malaysian cab drivers I've encountered can't do that. Earn a living honestly, why don't you!!!

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Ok, I feel much better. In their defence, I have come across really great cab drivers. Rare, but it has happened. When it does I feel like I'm luckiest little girl in the world and mindlessly give them a really large tip. I appreciate great service.

Cab driver rage aside, I feel pretty happy today. Its nice knowing that the things you put effort into results positively. It's just worth all the hard work.

... I can so tell I'm going to be a workaholic one day.

Nerd Extraordinaire.

Thursday, August 25, 2005
10:36 PM

I have decided that its time I get a pair of spectacles to help my detriorating, heading towards geriatric, eyesight. My left eye is seriously fucked up; cover my right eye and everything goes into a blur. I don't think my power is that bad, probably a 50-75 on the left eye, but I don't want it to get any worse.

So let me see:

Braces, check
Grades, check
Bookworm, check
Dorky moments, check check check
Tendency to put foot in mouth at unopportune moments, CHECK

And coming soon- glasses!

Wow, okay, full transformation into Nerdville, woohoo.

You know. People are supposed to bloom as they grow older. I seem to be going backwards.

Anyway, also contemplating cutting my hair short. Yay or nay?

Just little things to shake my boring life up.

Prom next month. No date and no dress!

(Listening to "Love's Theme" by Love Unlimited Orchestra. The 70s had some great music baby.)

R3velation: Who wasn't there?

Monday, August 22, 2005
6:42 PM

Feels like the whole world was there lah. There were familiar faces all around but in the kaleidoscope of colours and blinding lights, you can never be too sure if its the right one.

But my verdict of the whole thing:

It was fun.

Yeah yaeh I know I'm probably the only person who thought it was, but I had a really nice time last Saturday! How much do I love Paul Harris of Dirty Vegas now? The man is superfreakinghot. "Days go by and still I think of you..." I went a little crazy when he sampled that ONE LINE. Just ONE LINE, and madness ensued. (Although at that time REVIVE was still quite empty so I was probably the only crazy person around, dancing wildly to it. The shame.)

Before:
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While we were in PD, we possibly went to the Worst Mamak In The World. Service was mindnumbingly slow, there were flies everywhere, the drinks had ants in them, and the waiters ignored us. Adam looked like he was about to pop a vein in his head.

Being the little beach enthusiast that I was, nothing could piss me off that day as I had once again, fallen in love with the sea- despite it being polluted, dirty and had sand with little thorns in them. Forgiving, I am.

Reason why Regina and I were quite possibly dropped on the head when we were kids:
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Synchronized stupid faces! (Unplanned wei.)


The wonders of make-up:
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Before


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After! Woot woot, whistle. (Ahem)


How to embrace the love of free gifts:
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Show enthusiasm.


Why I love ferris wheels!! :

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1) It comes in many pretty colors.

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2) It's an "exotic" place to camwhore. No more bathrooms, bedrooms and the back of cars hah hah!

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3) Just because!

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4) But occasionally, it can be kinda scary. We were freaking out 2 minutes into the whole ride.

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5) However, the view from above is gorgeous and the lights are bloody intoxicating.


Things I liked about R3velation:
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REVIVE! Sorry, I simply can't dance at RECHARGE. Have I mentioned that I love Dirty Vegas? Yeah I have.

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This ball-shaped lights. I was seriously facsinated with it. I hate all you people who managed to find empty lounge chairs! You lazy arses! Hmph :( :( I was dyyyyinng to lie down and be massaged.

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The view of the sea, and the marina behind. Couldn't get a decent picture of that though.

Free polaroid pictures. What a great souvenir.
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All in all, I say kudos to Pervert for having such a tight organization of the event. Seriously well done.

Until the next one then. :)

My so-called life.

Sunday, August 14, 2005
1:30 PM

I'd never take another beautiful, sunny Sunday for granted again. I can finally see!! I don't feel like I'm living in a perpetual ashtray anymore. To be spending this day indoors, freaking studying, seems to be a sin. So I've thought of a brilliant plan- I'd bring my books for a walk and study out instead. I don't know where yet .. er. Probably Starbucks. Talk about being entrenched to your job.

Speaking of my job .. I think it's finally time to quit. Or rather, my dad thinks its about time that I quit. My job, but my dad decides whether I should stay or go. I wonder if anyone else sees the unfairness of it all. Nevermind the fact that I like the job, just as long as he doesn't like the irregular hours, the fact that he thinks I won't learn anything from there ..

Sigh.

I really don't want to quit. I'm having such a good time there, and it's become some sort of a little sanctuary for me. When I don't feel like being at home, I have an excuse to go somewhere else. I'm actually glad to be identified as more than just a student; that I have other things going on besides college, studying and agonizing over exams.

I've grown attached to it. I like my partners, I like the fact that outside of work, we are truly friends. I like the people I've met while working there. I still find making coffee interesting, even though it's been 4 months.

A part of me knows that I can't keep this job forever, and the longer I stay with the organization the less likely I am to quit. And I have to quit eventually. I have other ambitions to pursue, and I'd kill myself if I forgo them all to stay in this comfort zone.

But do I want to be forced to quit by my dad? No. I'd really appreciate making that decision myself, but what the fuck yeah, he's still my dad. I guess it would be better to quit than to get the daily lectures and arguments. Working shouldn't be this hard right? Funny thing is, its not the work that's giving me stress. Or the fact that I'm juggling both studying and working. It's just all these external fucking pressure.

So he wins. I have to somehow gather the courage to tell my superiors that I am quitting one of these days. It's okay for now because even though I love this job, it's not going to be my future livelihood and I can tolerate letting it go.

I just hope that he'd understand that in the future, when I'm trying to be what I want to be, he wouldn't step in and force his ideals of what he wants, and just let me be my own person.

Sometimes I forget whose life I'm living. Mine, or my parents'?

Twenty candles.

Sunday, August 07, 2005
11:43 PM

I never thought that the day I turn 20 would come, but it did, and I am, and the world still revolves around the sun and moon around the world. Bla de bla. It was definitely just another day, and it felt that way but there were certain moments last Monday where I would stop what I was doing, pause as a thought rampaged its way across my mind, and feel either properly elated or defeated. A little push-pull game of emotions and nostalgia.

So here I am, just starting on another decade of my life. The last decade was:

angsty, stereotypical, exuding poser-like qualities, confusing, at times hopeless, involving a lot of tears, bruises and painful lessons, simplistic untainted joy, ill-fitting clothes and fashion failures, bad haircuits, worst music choices that only came to maturity much later on, know-it-all turned know-nothing-at-all, unrequited love, close to love, and "what the hell was i thinking" love, so much laughter and giggles that i know DEFINITELY, 100% SURE that laughter and a sense of humour about things will get you through all that struggle to break down your spirit.

I'm sure I don't have to spell everything out letter by letter. Cryptic is good. And you probably know what I mean, dear reader. You've gone through the exact same things. There's nothing unique at all about my experiences, except the fact that they are mine and mine alone. For some reason, that makes me feel empowered and lonely at the same time.

New decade, same old confusion.

If that's the case, the next decade looks to be another interesting ride. Stay tuned for the highs, lows, and little 360˚ loops.

They will see us waving from such great heights,
"Come down now", they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
"Come down now", but we'll stay...