Wednesday, 25 March 2009

• Have a nice day
  
  I was in an exceptionally good mood yesterday, so much so that I actually told a cabbie to "have a nice day" when I got out of the cab in front of my building. How freaky. I think I'm ready to live in America now. I mean, don't they like to say polite things like that? Not only do they say hello, they say "Hi, how are you?" even if they don't know you (the dad, having lived in America for so long once said that they are the nicest people you'll ever meet). Of course, if you find yourself coming across an extremely polite American in this country, who asks you about your interests and stuff, RUN LIKE THE WIND because they usually turn out to be Mormons (the Church of Latter-Day Saint Christ...uh I think that's what it's called. It is something along the lines of 'Latter-Day'.), and what they're really interested in is getting you to join their cult, or 'religion' as they call it.  
  
  Anyway, I was probably in a good mood yesterday because it was already past 5.30pm when I got to the Tasik Selatan station (I could have gotten there earlier, but stupid Malaysian Studies finished at four and made me miss the 4.05 train, and the 4.20 train only came at 4.35), and because of the time I was anticipating a really long line at the taxi stand, with lots of people and no taxis in sight. But when I got there (practically running like the wind and dodging people who were in my way), there was no one there waiting in line. Instead, there was a whole line of taxis and their drivers, actually waiting for passengers! It was a bloody miracle I tell you, because this never happens after 5pm. I was extremely grateful.
  
  If that wasn't a miracle enough, the roads weren't that jammed, the sky was nice and clear after a very wet morning and by the time I got home it only cost me 5.50. The cabbie was nice too, because he didn't complain about the slightest hint of a traffic jam (which cabbies love to do in an attempt to get you to feel guilty and pay them more. Nasty buggers), and when he asked me if I was from the country, and I said my usual "Yes, I'm local", he didn't do that annoying thing strangers like to do when I tell them this, which is ask questions about my family I didn't know the answer to (can't people just accept the fact that I lack melanin or whatever, as an explanation to the pasty skin and corpse-like legs and feet?). So that was also a plus.
  
  Also, after thinking that I did terribly in my Malaysian Studies mid term, it turns out that I got an A-, which isn't that bad for an extremely crap subject.
  
  I finished off my Social Psych paper and handed it in early, even though the deadline was extended to this Friday, meaning I can actually go out this weekend, because I don't have much work to do. I want to go shopping. And dress up all pretty and go out on a date, if someone will ask me out that is.
  
  Thomas told me yesterday that he owned a Polaroid camera. I told him to bring it on Thursday so that I could use it. I hope he remembers and that he was telling the truth about it (I promised him that I would only take one picture, and that if they still sold it, I would buy my own Polaroid film thingies so that I could take as many as I liked). How cool would it be to take a picture and have it printed right away? Very cool. I don't know who in their right mind decided to discontinue it in favour of the era of digital cameras. That is just so typical.
  
  

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