i cant do my essays at home because my brothers are damn noisy / my dad smokes and clouds up the whole living room / my mom keeps turning off the lights when i’m doing work cos she says electricity bill very expensive -___- / my bed is very tempting.
so that means i have to go out and write BUT! i need to have my laptop with me and it’s hard to find a place that has wifi + plug points + is quiet + has coffee + has a bathroom (so that people wont run off with my laptop while i go to a far far far far away bathroom).
so the best bet is starbucks bangsar BUT! it’s hell to go there what with the traffic, and cab fares are going to be the death of me. and starbucks can be soooooooo expensive when you realize you’re spending every day of the week there.
AND starbucks eventually closes =(
factor in that everyone is back for the winter holidays and are guilt-tripping me into spending friend-time with them. and then Martian is coming back tomorrow for a 10-day stretch. and i want to do christmassy stuff =(
and i have about a week to my deadlines. otherwise i will never go to college.
*KILLS SELF*
so i asked Voon to teach me how to focus, and you know what he said? he told me to pretend i was Morphling -_____- wtf. in his words:
Voonkiat says:
u see morphling switches from agi to str
or str to agi
so u can switch your modes to serious mode and fool around mode
Voonkiat says:
so i thought, if i could play dota all day. i could study all day too :)
i started laughing like crazy when i read that. but then i gave it some thought, and realized how AWESOMELY TRUE it is. that’s it!!! that’s the answer!!! it’s so freaking simple!!! there is NO WAY you can sit around procrastinating after it’s put into perspective like that. sigh Voon is so wise. and then he said:
Voonkiat says:
but everyone is kinda different
u need to find your motivation (which is pretty hard)
yesssssss :) that’s what i’ve been forgetting to do. you know how there are always different ways of doing things - like say if your task is to write an essay, some people would think the key is to read as many sample essays as possible to get a good ‘feel’ of what is required. then some would think that you need to come up with a really great gimmick at the start. then some would think that it’s all about the big words. there’s no right or wrong approach - they’re all simply different methods to get to the same end.
my task is coming up with some really kick-ass essays before the deadline. i’ve been trying to achieve this by fixing my focus on THE END : churning out 10 essays before the 31st of December. i’ve been keeping my eyes set on the deadline and pushing myself to my limits, not sleeping right, not eating right, not having a life outside of Starbucks where i write all my essays. determination is the key, i thought.
but after talking to Voon, i realized that my focus has been wrong all this while. i suppose anyone who knows me well would know that i get stressed out very easily, and that when i get stressed i have this tendency to turn avoidant and drop everything. so for someone like me, being so utterly fixated on producing results is NOT the best way because i only end up scaring and discouraging myself. what i need, and i have just realized this, is that i need to stimulate and inspire myself with what motivates me :)
so what motivates me? i can name a few. and i’m going to write em here in this post so that i can come back and revisit it whenever i need to GET WORK DONE :)
my biggest motivation is competition. i get excited when i know that other people are competing with me for the same prize. i love the fact that we are all capable people with our own individual skill sets and talents and modus operandi, and that we are all sharp and keen enough to want the good stuff. i love a good challenge, i really do - it brings out the best in me and completely eliminates any complacence or laziness that i have. it makes me want to improve myself and be as good as or better than my peers. if i want what so many other talented people want, i’d better make damn sure i’m better than them :) otherwise i only have myself to blame when i dont get it.
encouragement also motivates me. i’m the sort who gets very very sidetracked by discouragement or harsh criticism - i start feeling really shitty about myself and then i start questioning if i’m giving myself too much credit for thinking i was good enough to pursue this something. in many ways i admire people who can tackle discouragement and use it as a tool to motivate themselves. sometimes i do stand up to my detractors and say ‘NO, if you say i cant do it, i will prove you wrong‘ .. but even though that usually ends up in success, it just doesn’t feel good. i dont know why. what feels good though, is when people believe in me enough, and then i started believing in myself too, and then i eventually win what i set out to win. that is the best feeling because of all the positivity and encouragement that surrounds the success. and i am very, very lucky because i have a lot of encouraging people in my life. the ones who aren’t, are realistic, and sometimes a good dose of reality can be a good thing too.
knowing that people are counting on me gets me going as well. or put another way, knowing that other people will be disappointed if i fail, gets me going. because this is something that’s beyond just me, and it involves other people, and it wouldn’t be right if they trusted me and i screwed things up for them. this is what i remind myself of all the time when i feel like giving up on big events or team projects. and it always works :) the shitty part is when you’re doing something for YOURSELF and you cant use this motivation. hahaha but then that is where Aira comes in handy… she has this *way* of talking to you that makes you feel like she’s part of your efforts and that she’s somehow invested in you. there was one time i didn’t want to turn up for an exam because i didn’t feel prepared, and i called her to tell her that, and she went - ‘look, if you don’t come, i would be very very upset.’ i got scared and ended up going. hahaha. and i got an A. hahaha. i love you Aira!!!
and most importantly.. what motivates me is knowing that what i’m doing is important. to me. and to other people. it becomes this larger-than-life reason that convinces me that i’m doing something meaningful and that i’m not wasting my time and effort. and when i truly believe in what i’m setting out to achieve, i will stop at nothing. it helps when other people believe in what i believe in too - then i dont feel like my battle is self-important or futile or unrealistic.
milo also motivates me :) hot milo, cold milo, milo on bread, milo ice cubes, milo ice cream… milo anything.
okay i feel very motivated now :)))))) time to churn out another essay. go, me!!
if you guys have the time, do leave a comment saying what motivates you. come on lah, good things in life must share okay!
these days i am like one of those trains in a math word problem - first i’m traveling 50 miles west and then i’m traveling 20 miles north and then 40 miles west and then 2 miles backwards and then 15 miles south and then how many miles is the displacement between me and the point of origin? all i know is that i am somewhere completely unintended and that there’s no proper plumbing here and it’s nightfall and there are bound to be werewolves lurking around.
i’ve been vacillating between periods of utter stress and some kind of quiet contentment. these days i’m just unbearable to be around because i’m so highly-strung and fidgety. but then i’m sent these things from heaven that remind me to calm down and that there is so much more to life than my narrow perception of what’s supposedly important. like today, i had to go to college to sort out some last-minute trauma in my applications and i was really just near tears from all the stress.. but then Miss Alice came out of her office and gave me a Peanut Butter Cup. a peanut butter cup!!!! it was such a lovely and unexpected gesture. she said she saw my blog and read that i love these pb cups, so she gave me one. thank you Miss Alice :) you really made my day so much better.
other heaven-sent things that gave me encouragement over the past few days and taught me to sit back and smile :
upon telling him i was stressed - jeremy says:
i would kill to be in your shoes
upon checking my Friendster page after a long time of leaving it idle, i saw this testimonial from a former collegemate whom i barely spoke to - Posted 11/24/2007 2:31 am
being on the other side of the world, fully qualified on the m-16, and an expert at hand to hand combat….. i think its safe to say now i always thought you were pretty
and upon checking my email - Dear Su Ann,
Yes, this is fine. We will want a record, but you can apply as a first year.
and then Martian MMSed me a picture of himself at work <3 the best pick-me-up ever <3 my boyfriend is so yummy.
i know i keep saying this but. i'm just very thankful for all my friends who love me and accept me for who i am and always forgive me for my mistakes. i was talking to a few of my friends some days ago about this girl we know who's got a serious attitude problem. mid-rant, ben interrupted and said - ’she has no friends wan’. for some reason, that made me feel really uncomfortable. probably because what he said is true - she really doesn’t have any friends. and then i felt really bad that we were sitting there and complaining about what a horrid person she is. cos at the end of the day, we all have each other, and we can all group together and be allied against anything.. but who does she have? nobody.
seriously, i cannot imagine a life without having anybody to turn to. nobody to laugh with, nobody to back you up, nobody who understands you, nobody who would listen to you, nobody sincere - the thought of this vacuum is so scary that my stomach churns just thinking about it. i have so many people whom i love and who love me back, and i think i don’t spend enough time being grateful that i am not alone in this world.
donno lah i am so emo now i want to call all my friends and tell them how much i love them =((
i guess the point is, i could be a little bit more sympathetic towards the girl we were talking about. it’s a chicken and egg thing.. does she have no friends because she’s so unlikeable, or is she unlikeable because she has no friends? if it’s the latter, then i am to blame as well, no? and how horrible it must be to have nobody. Martian recently said the same thing about another unrelated person - that she had no friends and so i could be a bit more understanding about the situation.. and it was something that really hit home. if i were in the other person’s shoes and had no friends, i’m sure a little bit of warmth from an almost-stranger would be so very welcome.
sigh okay lah i promise to be super nice to these two girls if i ever see them again. like, SUPER NICE. even if they’re mean and rude to me again.
yay kevin is coming to pick me up from starbucks. kevin, when you read this, you must know that i lurve you to bits and that you are one of my best friends in the whole wide world. even though you forgot to bring me my present yesterday and even though you hang out with jeremy and eric more than you hang out with me :(
on another note, today i saw a really awesome quote on my college’s Program Director’s desk -
“Those who say it can’t be done shouldn’t interrupt the people who are doing it.”
:))))
that is so ME right now. i feel like wearing that quote on my forehead. full speed ahead!!!!
and this is me squealing : “ALBERT LOOK!!! the umbrella matches my socks!!!!”
life is so good to me. i swear lah, even if all my 8 (yah i painfully decided to axe 4 from my list) colleges reject me because i am an useless under-qualified applicant in their pool of IB-ing geniuses who are this close to finding the cure for cancer, i will still be happy just because life is good. yes, i will still be happy even though i will be an uneducated bum for the next 4 years.
(well not SUPER happy lah, but kind of happy - in a contented, nirvanic, do-not-need-earthly-pleasures kinda way… sorta.. but of course if i got accepted into college, i am in no way complaining!!!!!!!)
all this stress has got me looking like crap. i bumped into Kiat Loong the other day, and when he saw me he said, “WHOA you look like hell!” -_______- then yesterday at dinner, i was telling Jin and the girls that i’ve been having this sleep problem where i can’t seem to fall asleep unless i’ve been up for at least 30 hours, and then Jin said “yeah i believe you.. you look like it”. -________- damn bad wan lah all these people :( cant they LIE!
things haven’t been going well lately. just little issues lah, but taxing nonetheless. and then i had to catch the flu / fever / sore throat bug that’s been going around, so now i feel drowsy all the time. but i cannot sleep, remember?! so it’s like i’m caught in this zombie limbo, neither awake or unawake, shuffling listlessly by as everyone zooms past me in their high heels and takeaway cups of coffee. all i have are dark circles under my eyes and not enough coffee. during times like these, ice cream and love keep me sane.
the other night i flopped onto the couch to channel-surf my headache away. Ugly Betty was due on, and i thought i’d just catch a few minutes of it to see if it’s a series i’d like to follow. but then this music video was playing. i dont remember who it was or what the song was called.. but all i remember was feeling really at peace watching it. and it was a very familiar feeling. for a few glorious moments i was brought back to those days where i could spend all day in front of a TV just watching videos and chilling out. that brief reprieve was great.. but then i had to turn off the tv and go back to life.
things that are keeping me happy :
1. i found my Reese’s shirt back!!! the one that Puppy got me. it says - ‘Love is Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups’.
puppy, i dedicate this picture to you, even though i’m too sick to camwhore for you as per our original definition, and even though it was taken in the tandas at Starbucks, hehee.
2. i love Taylor’s College all over again :) they hire all the right people to be their Programme Directors. fingers crossed that this will go the way i need it to. FINGERS CROSSED.
3. i got an amazing email (or non-email, seeing how it wasn’t actually sent to me) from someone about my blog and how it inspires him. emails like that always make me feel wonderful, and each time i get one of those it’s always such a pleasant surprise. it’s a totally cool email, and i wish i could publish it here. thank you, Chris :) one day i will have to find your song too.
4. these pictures from Facebook’s Bumper Sticker application, hahahahhhaa! let me share the joy!! :
hilarious, yes?? isn’t that 300 one simply the giggles :D ah, good laughs.
but i am very, very grateful for all the people in my life who keep me going, keep me smiling, keep me encouraged. i seriously have some of the most amazing people in my life - be it my best friends, my family, my boyfriend, acquaintances, people whom i dont know who email me and leave me comments, or schoolmates. they do all these big things and little things for me, whether consciously or otherwise, and i dont know what i did to deserve them. i really cant think of a single right thing that i’ve done to be worthy of their kindness, their love, their time and their belief in me.
so i want to dedicate this post to these amazing people in my life :) dont be angry at me if your name is not in here, ok? it doesnt mean i dont appreciate what you’ve done for me, it just means i have such a crappy state of mind when i’m functioning on almost 36 hours without sleep. that and i still feel like dying.
to my baby, thank you for always being there for me even when the worst side of me emerges. thank you for always knowing the right things to say and for all of your love and tenderness.
to my dad, thank you for layaning me everytime i complain about something. thank you for going to the balcony to smoke whenever i’m in the living room cos you know how much i hate the smell of cigarettes.
to andrew, thank you for the encouragement and your infectious optimism, and for never giving up on me when i give up on myself
to tim tam, thank you for calling to check on me this morning and for all the insightful conversation, and for being such a great person to talk to
to hock chuan, thank you for the patience, the movie, the jacket, the funny things you say
to tze ching, thank you for loving yourself and also for saying all the things i need to hear
to suet li, thank you for the inspiration that is you and barry
to smartypants, thank you for all the help and guidance for all the years of my life
to songjun, thank you for always being on my side
to matteus, thank you for the reminder of what’s important
to (anonymous person who was mean about my blog! :P), thank you for all the help
to chenchow, john lee, enghan, joyce and the other john lee, thank you for the advice
to beaver, thank you for your being so YOU and so fun to be with
to stewie, thank you for the lovely recommendation you wrote me
to wenqi, thank you for all the times where we ranted together and shared stories
to skyler, thank you for being a comrade and for all our funny conversations
to vicnan, thank you for never forgetting to drop me a mssg even though i never reply you wan
to firdauz, thank you for lunch tomorrow and for the mixed CD and the card i never got
to my mom, thank you for your fortitude
to aira, thank you for being you and always listening and for being the voice of reason
to ivan, thank you for your kisses even when i say i dont want them
to sieutheng, thank you for always supporting me
to kenny, thank you for giving me a reason not to kill myself :P
to boo1 and boo2, thank you for the concern and excitement about my relationship (yah boo1, i know you woke boo2 up just to check out my Facebook.. haha)
to johann, thank you for always reminding me how melbourne and you are always there for me
to eeyang, thank you for never judging me and always understanding the things i say and dont say
to chwee sze, thank you for checking on me that morning
to bernard, thank you for being persistent even though i’m such a terrible FFKer
to jeremy, thank you for your random early morning crap
to kelvin, thank you for kalbi and cheese and crackers and destressing
to suanie and michellesy, thank you for the motherly concern :P
to george, thank you for the good music
to benny, thanks for always sticking up for me and for cake when i need it most
to pauly, thank you for your kind offer to help me with personal voice, haha
to all commenters on my college post, thank you for all the advice and opinions and input
to ben, thank you for the krispy kreme and for letting me win in scrabble
to nazrul, thank you for giving me a reality check during WILD
to jon, thank you for your quiet wisdom
to puppy, thank you for the exposure (of the decent kind) and for your encouragement to work things out
to vvens, thank you for my birthday present :P i’ve been making it last for so long
to booha, thank you for the conversations that are never boring
to icyqueengoddess, thank you for understanding where i’m coming from
to azlan, thank you for fight club and for coming back this christmas
to ezra, thank you for the calm moments
to waffle, thank you for seeing what other guys dont
to ria and dawn, for being so sweet even though we’ve never met throughout this time
to that guy in metropolitan, thank you for lending me your jacket during the exam
to encik isk and encik adenan and mdm teh, thank you for your time
to voon, thank you for the funny carplate picture
to jeff, thank you for not believing me when i said i did badly for my SATs :P
to short brother, thank you for letting me boss you around all the time
to arthur, thank you for being so weirdly you
to chew, thank you for always being concerned about me when i’m sad
to raihan, thank you for being so cute and noisy
to freddy and the boys, thank you for agreeing that i’m RIGHT!
to the folks at starbucks, thank you for a perfect toffee nut latte every single time
to the waiter at secret recipe, thank you for the free brownie when i was stressed out about my SATs
to jovann, thank you for being such a cute penguin and for temaning me shopping that day
to waimin, thank you for your neverending unselfishness and for accepting me for who i am
and lastly, to God, thank you for always, always being there no matter how many times i forget that you are. thank you for all the right things at all the right times, and above all, thank you for giving to me all the people i have in my life.
i want to relay an incident that happened to me recently. it was about 2 a.m, and i’d just finished watching a midnight movie with my brothers at Mid Valley. as usual, the ‘midnight charge’ touter cabbies were already parked at the South Court, grouping together for a smoke while waiting for people to rip-off.
my brothers and i take cabs ALL the time, and we’ve seen our fair share of rip-off cabbies who charge you a fare that’s triple of what it would usually cost to get you home, so we don’t deign to contribute to the pocket money of such touts. so we walked out to the street to hail a cab as we normally do, while ignoring the touts who were hollering ‘pergi mana? pergi mana?’ (where are you going?) at us.
but one of them actually approached us to ask where we wanted to go, and when we told him where, he quoted us an exorbitant price of RM 40. we shook our heads and said we would only take his cab if he used the meter.
and he said OKAY.
pleasantly surprised, we got into the cab and he drove us off. Tall Brother started telling us in Cantonese that this guy must be up to no good, because he was way too eager to use the meter, which would normally come up to only RM 12. i replied back that he must have rigged his meter, but even so, the price difference probably wouldn’t be too big.
but guess what? by the time we were halfway home, the meter already read RM 30. keep in mind that after midnight, there is an extra 50% charge on whatever is on the meter. we were just watching the meter go up and up and up with raised eyebrows. finally, my brother said, ‘hey bro, why your meter like that?’ and the cabbie gave some stupid reply like his meter was working perfectly well.
then i said, ‘you’re a cheat’.
and that sparked off a HUGE argument between me and the cabbie. we were just YELLING at each other the whole time. he actually had pretty decent english, so it wasnt like we couldn’t communicate. i kept asserting that we KNOW how much it costs because we go home from MV all the time, and it’s never more than RM 15. he had absolutely no defense for himself, so he started attacking us personally, saying things like - ‘you’re rich kids anyway, what’s the fuss over an extra ten bucks here and there? just ask your daddy for the money lah’. and that really got me riled up because this cabbie knows NOTHING about us, but saw it fit to make dumb comments like that when he was blatantly making a living from conning others. so we argued argued and argued and exchanged many vicious remarks, until he finally said -
“okay, if you want to keep accusing me of rigging my meter, let’s bring this to the police station”.
i said, okay let’s go. we will take no shit from conman cabbies who are a disgrace to the entire service industry of the country.
and then guess what he said to me? he LAUGHED, and he said, “think properly before you make such a decision, girl. if we went to the police station, who do you think the police will help? you or me? you ni orang cina saja; aku siapa tau tak?. (you’re only chinese, do you know who i am?)”
i just sat back and said, ‘just drive to the police station’, but deep down inside i knew what he said was true. he would bring us to the station, and then what? was i to lodge a report? i knew without a doubt that we would be put through some nonsense paperwork, and then get jeered at, and then be told to walk home. all this while the cabbie gets a manly round of handshakes and pats on the back from the cops at the station. my report will go nowhere, and that disgusting cabbie will go on to rip off and take advantage of many, many more people.
because the cops let him do it.
so yes, this is not a blog about the scores of rip-off cab drivers in our city that choose to make a dishonest living. this is a blog about the police force of our country, and how they are a no-good, corrupt, unprincipled and lazy force that have SO MUCH to do before they can start calling rightfully calling themselves the keepers of law and peace.
the cabbie eventually didn’t bring us to the police station (*rolls eyes*) because he claimed he didnt want to embarrass us. if he had actually brought us there, the experience wouldnt have been embarrassing, but INFURIATING. i know i only made an assumption on what would happen, but believe me when i say that i’ve witnessed how the cops can be extremely racist and lazy when people go in to make reports, and how oftentimes they help the people on the wrong side without so much as batting an eyelid.
my mother, who was MUGGED a few years back, was laughed at when she went in to make a report. she was told by the police that she had it coming, because it was her fault for carrying so much money around. exact words - “auntie… you punya pasal lah… kenapa nak bawa duit banyak banyak?”. this obviously made my mother very angry, and she told them that as law enforcers, they should be out there trying to prevent more crime cases from happening instead of telling victims of muggers that ‘it’s their fault and that they had it coming’. and then you know what they told her?
they told her to ‘balik tongsan’. (go back to china)
my aunt who was robbed by a cab driver, and another aunt and another cousin who were victims of snatch theft received similar treatment when they went in to lodge a report. i’m sure many of you have faced the same things too. and it’s not just the chinese and indians and dan lain lains who’re affected by the inefficiencies of our police, but even malays who go in to lodge reports are treated with laziness and pure indifference. so this is something that’s beyond racism. it is simply a total lack of concern and sense of duty.
i truly and wholly believe that the duty and responsibility of the police is to take care of the people of Malaysia. that means everyone from the top brass right down to the commoners on the streets. but what happens in a corrupt and insecure government regime is that even the law enforcers (along with the judiciary!) are crafted out to be on their side, even if this means going against the people and harming them if necessary. case in point - Hindraf rallies and all subsequent police vs people events. i was so nauseated when i saw videos of the police dragging and beating innocent people up, and then later on in the newspapers read how some oh-so-valiant cop sustained some minor arm and head injury in the line of duty while ‘attempting to disperse illegal and violent rioters’. and not to mention the Hindraf supporters who are currently being charged for attempted murder against a cop.
PLEASE LAH OKAY. what is it about the PDRM badge and some fancy uniform that gives them the right to attack civilians - who are merely VOICING THEIR RIGHTS - and injure them, and then get off scot free for it? i think our police seriously need to start thinking about the principles behind their job and to reassess who they really should be protecting.
even on the social scale, i will be completely honest in saying that i dont trust our police officers at all. they dont make me feel safe, and i dont feel like they will help me in a situation of danger or need. and i’m very VERY sure i’m not alone in saying this. how many of you have been stopped by cops on the road and then asked for bribes? (i have a lovely story of a friend who was driving a couple of indian friends in the car : they were all stopped at a roadblock on the day of the huge Hindraf rally, and were ASKED FOR A BRIBE if they ‘didnt want any trouble’. wtf?? they were just going to Bangsar for banana leaf rice for goodness’ sake!!!) how many of you have lodged a report only to have your situation made light of by the very people who are supposed to be taking your case seriously and trying their very best to solve it? how many of you would worry that our cops would punch you in the face if you tried to argue with them? how many of you girls have had your legs leered at lecherously by male cops from the windows of their patrol cars?
i’ll tell you what my very worst experience with the cops are. someone very, very close to me was detained for 10 days in the lock-up two years ago in a huge mix-up. we visited her almost every day at Pudu Jail, bringing food and toiletries because omg you CANNOT IMAGINE what the conditions of the lock-ups are like. but we weren’t allowed to bring her the food and other stuff unless we bribed the wardens and the cops stationed there. and that is a HUGE amount of money if everyone there wants RM 50 minimum. a few times we actually did give them the money out of desperation, but we later found out that the stuff never reached her. they just fucking threw it away because they couldnt be bothered to send someone to search for her cell and pass her the stuff.
because we cant be parting with thousands of dollars just to see our friend every day, we later formulated a better idea. we brought buckets of KFC to the lock-up as bribe, just so long as they passed a few pieces to our friend during mealtimes. oh but of course they neglected to do this. when we confronted them the next day, they flatly told us there simply wasnt enough KFC to go around. they also said that there’s nothing that we can do anyway if they didnt pass on the food, because OOH, it is ILLEGAL for outsiders to pass things to people inside the lock-up! wow suddenly all this concern with the law eh.
this episode really opened my eyes to the blatant corruption that takes place in our police force. even when we went to Bukit Aman to try to sort out the paperwork, we were met with inquiry after inquiry as to ‘what we were willing to do’ to get our friend out of the lock-up. it was disgusting, it really was. when our friend was finally released from the lock-up after the whole mess was sorted out, i quietly told the rudest cop there that i would report everything that he and the other officers had said and done. he laughed and said, ‘report only lah. who would you report to?’ and it’s true. who do i report to? the cops? the ACA? no wonder he laughed.
more and more of my friends are studying abroad and never coming back. why? i ask them, and they tell me it’s because they can’t stand Malaysia anymore. they’re all going to Singapore and Australia. i remember one time in Melbourne when i was about eight years old and walking around St Kilda’s alone, a lovely police officer came up to me and asked if i was lost, where my parents were, if i had come out alone, what my name was. when i went back to my parents, the first thing i said was, ‘why in Malaysia dont have police wan?’
i suppose they’re all just too busy with their long tea breaks and going around to illegal businesses collecting handsome bribes from the taikors, to be seen out on the streets preventing crime and righting wrongs. after all, why work up a sweat catching criminals when you can have karipap, eh?
Pinkpau is Su Ann. 19, Malaysia. Hostile when hungry. Sometimes a shapeshifter, always an optimist with a penchant for pessimism and shoe-shopping. More?
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