The Chronicles of Watashi Wa

And I've finally taken the one more frequently traveled. That's right - I've finally 'veered off' the natural course of my qualification and opted for a career in customer service instead. Some people argued - why CS? I'd say, "Why NOT CS?" Unintentionally, this is the only thing close to conversing in English properly outside of teaching English that I was accustomed to. Indeed, the most heated argument would be how I would withstand the complaints, and my answer is: "I don't know". I frankly have no idea. I DO know that there's a HUGE difference between complaining as a CUSTOMER and ENTERTAINING one. Frankly speaking again, I am nervcited (nervous + excited) to venture into this field. I am nervous for all the telltales of my friends who have been CSE's for all these while. At the same time, I am excited for the opportunity to learn new things. After all, learning starts from cradle to the grave, no? Undo

And I couldn't be happier. Having lost my iPod Touch (4th gen) and my iPhone 4, I guess either I was unlucky with Apple, or that number 4 is just 'suwey' (ominous). I'll stick to the latter. Being a 'gadget freak' that I am, my heart had been yearning for the Mini ever since it first came out; despite that, I tried to weight the pros and cons, and the opportunity cost of buying one. They say that the urge to buy ususlly dies out after some time; when mine didn't, I knew I just had to grab one. And so I did. And I couldn't be happier. Though mine is just the 16gb wifi version, I'm contented. Now I can definitely use this as my portable laptop-cum-hard disk-cum-iPod-cum-camera etc. Above all, I shall strive to get the side income to recover the sum I have spent. YES.

So I went for a sleepover at Cheras at my friend's house. Being the ponce that we are, it was only natural we went out at night and became what is dubbbed as "night butterflies" (kupu2 malam). So we did. We dolled up, hailed a cab, brazing through the madly drizzling rain to fulfill our 'mission'. As we arrived, surprisingly, some of them were already 'wasted'. Mind you, we did not go into the club. Just around and along them. It struck me how people (or at least those who were there) were so drawn into the loud-banging music and flashing disco lights as much as moths are pulled into the fire. I don't think I need to fill you in on the 'sceneries', do I? What I'm penning here, being part of my revelation of the other side of the city, concerns the 'cur', otherwise knownas prostitution. That's right. Female and shemale alike. Alike they were, that it wasn't easy to determine which is which at first glance. I learn that