Woke up at 1.30am, and not willing to go back to sleep for a simple reason: I might overslept. My companion of 9 months had died on me. Well, not died, more like comatose, as I can't switch it on. The button got jammed, and I have no spare phones lying around. Coincidentally, neither do other people.
My companion is a mobile phone, which I bought after the lost of Chibi-Setsuna, a K810i Sony-Ericsson camera phone which I love to bits. How did I lost my beloved Chibi-Setsuna? Again, I'll reserve that for another time :D. This phone, which has accompanied me for the without fail since January 2010, is a Nokia 6070. An outdated model in the era of Blackberries, Iphones, and what-not. In more than one occasion, I do look at her and think, "I'm too sexy for this mobile phone". Despite that, I am grateful for the fact that she served me well. It would be nice if I could take tonnes of pictures with her, just as I did with Chibi-Setsuna, but hey, beggars can't be choosers :|.
Now I just need to bear for another 10 days, and get a replacement phone. In the mean time, I may have to call dearly beloved father (I sincerely do, though my love for him pale in comparison to how much I love my mother :p), and ask if he could get me a spare phone. Something cheap, just as an emergency phone.
Right, while we are at this, I might as well talk about something related to the reason this blog was started for. Being a transgender in Malaysia (especially a trans-female) is by no means a walk in the park. It's challenging, heartbreaking, nerve-wrecking, scary, and to some, downright disastrous. So those who thought that we chose this "lifestyle" is downright retarded; try living as one for a day, Einstein. To some, it's liberating, fun, exciting (some sexually as well. Can't comment much on those), exhilarating, plus what i said earlier. In Malaysia, for being a trans-female, you may get kicked and slapped with a hefty fine just for standing at bus stop, waiting for the bus. This had happened in Melaka. You could also get some nice favors by Abang Pulis, in exchange for a phone number. This happened just a couple of days ago to one of my trans-female friends. She's lucky. Some others had to obtain the same favor in return to their body. Abang Pulis is not that dependable when it comes to security, mind you :) ).
While many believed that transgenders are highly intelligent, talented and dependable, you'll be surprised at the fact that it's pretty hard for us to get decent jobs. Most people thinks that we are only good at performance art, make-ups, modelling, wedding planning, and prostituting. I'm better at setting up PC and troubleshooting them, though. Heck, I don't even wear make-up (and still pass as a girl~ whee~!!), and my sense of fashion clearly does not reflect my age. Coming to an interview wearing what you think would reflect your professional personality may also be your career suicide, Since they will look at your MyKad, you and back, and wonder if they had actually contacted the right person. This is especially true for those who didn't make it a point to update their identification card photo. Which reminds me, I have to make a trip to the registration department for the exact same reason... And check with them about name change procedures...
Dealing with the bank can be a bitch, twice as much if the Customer Service agent on the phone is a bitch him/her/itself. This happened to me when I was trying to buy a pair of tickets to Rainbow Massacre, a fabulous show hosted by Shelah. Have to make sure that I don't miss that during the next Seksualiti Merdeka. I'll talk about Shelah, Seksualiti Merdeka, and Rainbow Massacre next time. Taking a cab can be an interesting experience, being a trans-female. In more than one occasion, the taxi driver actually asked me for a date. And they thought that I'm working as; a) a waitress, b) at a club, c) a promoter. Sigh...
I think I'll wrap up for now. And wait for a suitable time to take my shower and give the taxi driver a call, and go to work. I still have another 2 hours before that happens :).
Michelle, signing off :)
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