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QUESARAH

Desktop Confessional

Make It Work!

Friday, March 23, 2007
3:15 PM

Guess which awesome show is getting a Malaysian treatment?



Now I hope they don't fuck this show up with mediocre talent and a Tim Gunn-wannabe-but-cant-be because I adore it.

Afterhours

Sunday, March 18, 2007
2:19 PM

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket

And all that was left was hair stinking of stale cigarettes. Clubs are overrated. Where's a good house party when you need one?

Wander

Saturday, March 17, 2007
3:46 PM

Oh no. I was supposed to write as much as I can today because the deadline is this Monday (and I have 7 articles left, shit!) ... but I got carried away by wanderlust and am now browsing through quaint little hostels and budget hotels, ooh-ing and aah-ing over their cute little knick knacks. It's obvious that this girl needs to get out of the country, even if for a little while. I work on Bukit Bintang so I see tourists everyday, snapping at scenes I find so familiar and looking confused and excited at the same time. I miss that feeling of looking at everything for the first time. Getting lost is exciting and figuring things out is fun. Maybe I just need constant stimulation. But for now, I REALLY have to start writing because the boyfriend is picking me up at 6pm and it's almost 4pm now. And nothing's done. As usual.

It's A Jungle Out There

Thursday, March 15, 2007
10:05 PM

You know how it's like to be a girl in KL. On any average day, you're walking around in t-shirt and jeans, completely casual, completely conservative. But still, you get catcalls, that irritating semi-whistle that sounds like their sucking inwards on their lips, you get honks, you get weird uncles on motorbikes who come straight up to you and ask, "Where to?"

Why do people still exhibit this sort of disgusting behavior? It's not so much a reflection on how incredibly moronic you are because that's purely your own personal thing. But do you seriously think we ENJOY getting attention when we're doing our best to just get to work in one piece? It's scary enough to be a girl on the streets, no matter day and night, with the amount of crime that's happening these days, so why the fuck do you feel the need to make it worse?

I wonder if it's so much to ask to leave us alone. There's a time and place to get our attention, and believe me, the fucking streets are not the place for it.

(And like I would really give you any attention, you freaking perv.)

Monday, March 05, 2007
12:10 AM

Test template. Would the background be better grey or the blue that it is now?
Work tomorrow.
Cannot stand to layan parents at the moment.
Sleep sleep sleep.

????

Friday, March 02, 2007
1:10 AM

I do not remember changing my template. Imagine my "WTF o_O"-ness when I opened my blog and was unable to recognize it. Links are gone too. Curses!

Too much Martell, Sarah.

Nevermind, it needed a change anyway, so la dee da - off to source for better templates because two dudes standing in what seems to be a golf course with a laptop just does not cut it.