The Most Boring + Interesting Post.

For those NOT interested in architecture, general job endangerment and/or heights, skip this post and go do something far more interesting. I woke up one cold, breezy morning (thanks to my trusty air conditioner) around 9 am, unable to continue sleep because of this abysmal, loud knocking. It sounded like the whole apartment was being hammered. I went out to my balcony and saw this surprising sight.


Those metal pipes are the surprise in case you're wondering. Those thieves sure use their imagination to carry off their besi-buruk heist hahaha.

I looked down and what I saw made me feel slightly woozy because I fear heights.



And how the hell do they manage to put up this metal post which seems to sway with the slight gust of wind?



They climb slowly on this manmade shaft adding a metre tall of those metal post thingies before drilling it into the wall -_-

Nolah, they're not stealing besi buruk (er, translate to ugly metal in English? hahaha) but doing the slow, pain-staking, hot process of repainting the condo I live in. Those guys work at 9 am until 3-4 pm, with the sun burning their necks! One day it rained heavily, just barely a few hours after they painted and the paint ran and streaked the building so they had to repaint the entire building.



To those hardworking guys who will probably continue this kind of living for a few more good years, this post is for you (even if you'll never read it).

Sickness.

I have had food poisoning for the past 2 days (and a half) and it has finally subsided slightly this evening. The following maybe a little to vivid a description to read while you are eating, so I'd recommend for you to turn away until you finish eating or altogether skip this entry for fear of symptoms of food poisoning yourself (aka vomiting).

So it began with me waking up at 3 am, 3.45 a.m., 4.30 a.m., 5.15 a.m., 6.30 a.m. and 7.30 a.m. in the morning on the same day, finding myself needing to use the loo for number two or vomiting. I gave up sleep after 7.30 a.m. because it was too exhausting to wake up every 30 minutes. Plus, my mom was cooking fried rice in the kitchen so I went in there to help her.

Suffice to say, I kept using the loo every 30 minutes. I then spent the rest of the day in Times Square with Sheila and Dan, which was a fucking bloody mistake. Dan did his work in Starbucks Borders, whilst me and Sheila tried to help him find the definition of decreditation or some accounting term like that, in between playing checkers. I kept rushing off to the toilet every 20-30 minutes. I went like 6 times, I kid you not, because we were waiting for Hitman.

Sheila bought the ticket seating right smack dab in the middle (like middle row, middle seats) because I rushed off to the loo to do my business. I made sure I couldn't do number two anymore before the movie cause I didn't want to "excuse me excuse me soli soli need toilet" in the middle of the movie.

THANK GOD, THANK GOODNESS I didn't need to use the toilet during the movie. There was a moment when I thought I needed to, but I thought tahan yaa Juju and hahaha, I did. We sent Sheila back after the movie, and Dan bought me the most masin (saltiest) noodle soup in Kuala Lumpur. I had two spoonfuls and vomited it all out.

Today, my mom cooked some breakfast in the morning, including broccoli in oyster sauce (which I love so much). But after three mouthfuls, I was overwhelmed with a sudden fit to hurl everything. BOO. On the brighter side, though, I only needed to use the toilet twice today!

And I finally managed to eat a meal tonight without throwing up! So yay, I cometh victorious from my fight with food poisoning!

* ABOUT HITMAN. I'm going to sound like a girly fan right now and I couldn't give a damn because Timothy Olyphant aka Agent 47 IS THE SEXIEST MAN ALIIIVE. I was having orgasms every second throughout the show (okay, maybe not orgasms, but that was the most alive I have ever been for the 2 hours the movie was on or however long it was). And look at the signs, we are meant to be!

His name is Agent 47.
So what? You think. So special. Agent 69 better.
Au contraire.
4 stands for April, my birth month.
7 stands for Thursday, 7th of April, my birthday.
So. Agent 47. So-very-obviously, we're meant to be together. DUH.

Enough of italics. Anyway. A certain someone who's played the game thought the movie was very boring, not violent and bloody enough, but I thought it was good. I couldn't give a damn how far off it was from the original game because I've never played it, but I LOVED THE MOVIE!!. And not just because it has T-BAG OF PRISON BREAK FAME in it (we three along with some parts of the audience squealed when he came on) in it, but because it was damn good. Sure, it's an action movie executive-produced by Vin Diesel, but it has enough substance.

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Lastly. How could you not love him??



(Even the back of his head is sexy, no ugly bumps)



(Ignore the girl with the guys make nice pets shirt, which I totally agree with BTW).

So worth holding the shit in for 2 hours and not going to the toilet. BWAHAHAHA.

Pictures from source#1 and source#2.

Educate yourself.

There are times when I decide to be less materialistic about myself and educate myself more on the issues going on in the world. Today, I learned more about female genital cutting (or mutilation), breast ironing and honor killing. Look them up on wikipedia and you'll be stunned, shocked, and horrified to learn what I did.

As you probably know, female genital MUTILATION (fgm) aims to curb the woman's sexual desire. Fuck, of course that happens when someone hacks off your clitoris! And that is just type II. According to wikipedia, the clitories functions solely to induce sexual pleasure. The type II mutilation also removes part or ALL of your labia minora (folds). In type I of fgm, the hackers removes the prepuce (skin that surrounds and protects your clitoris). In type III, the most severe type, it's like type II, but in addition they stitch your labia majora, only leaving a small hole so you can piss and menstruate. Click here so you can see for yourself the illustrated differences of mutilated vaginas.

I can't even imagine how a woman goes through all that, especially at the age of 5? 6?. It must be such a traumatic event - it is practices in most African countries. AND WITHOUT ANESTETHIA (sp?). Who gives a flying fuck about spelling when I am still shocked by the details of how this process is carried out. When I was 15, a few years ago, I read the book Desert Flower by Waris Dirie and she described how it was like to be circumsized. Believe me, it's the last thing you'd like to happen on you. If you were a man, imagine if the hood of your penis was cut off. Without anesthetia.

On March 28, 2003, a Muslim gas-station clerk from Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, named Khalid Adem was arrested and charged for aggravated battery and cruelty to children.[2] Gwinnett County prosecutors alleged that in 2001 Adem had used a pair of scissors to remove the clitoris of his two-year-old daughter in the kitchen of the Duluth apartment Adem shared with his wife, Fortunate.[3] - wikipedia.org


Scissors on your two year old daughter?? Fucking sick weyh. If I was the wife I would have thrusted a pitchfork into his groin and twisted it around.

I hope this practice can stop. Women who have gone through fgm risk the chance of dying (from shock, the unhygienic tools used to cut, etc), birth complications, pain when urinating, even more severe pain when menstruating, trauma for the rest of their lives... and the list goes on o_o I'd like to join the fight against FGM, perhaps when I'm older and with more $$$$ to sponsor the movemen.

Aku Cinta Padamu Sampai Mati.

It is the middle of November (or drawing close to the end) and there has been so many birthdays, so many celebrations. Sheila, Jude, MK, Karmeet, Anarchy + Dan. The birthday marks another notch of age, a higher wisdom, a more mature spirit.

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HAHAHAHA YEAH RIGHT!! In my friends, I find that the older we grow, the more we become immature and try to laugh off life's oddities. They had a joint birthday celebration - we had dinner at one of those fancy, formal country clubs, courtesy of Jude's dad. Jude decided to be super-extravagant and bought 2 bottle of Dewar's, a really really bad whiskey (in my opinion anyway).

We were all sloshed by the 4th glass, where we proceeded to move to Laundry. Some of the incidents include an anonymous order of the blue margarita tower (and no one admitted to ordering it, I have no idea who paid for it). The night was spent dancing, drinking, laughing, throwing up, and sobering at Rasta, our favourite spot for rest and relax. They all helped me when I was completely drunk, they helped me when I was sleepy and needed to rest and pat my back and ordered me tea, they called out my name in the toilet for fear of doing something stupid to myself. They were there.

Friends are not forever... eventually, the change of distance, location, age, interests, will separate us all. What keeps us together though is the ability to bond even after loosing contact for so long. In my opinion, true friends are defined by those who do not need to be pressured to always be in contact with one another, true friends does not have to be defined by 5000 phone calls a day, but true friends are those you can always count on even when the whole world falls from you, and you can call on them, despite the long gap of absence. They're the ones who accepts you as you are, who accepts the change, and does not question any of your motives.

Urgh. I'm rambling on at 2.47 a.m.. But anyway, for a certain friend who's flying off soon and leaving the flock - we will miss you. Good times are always with us. You an always call on me.

Get Out Of My Way, Bitchness!

People think that the 10% service tax goes to the hostesses's pockets.
Hello, well it doesn't!
We get paid RM5 per hour.
And hearing you people bitch about the tax then stowing away your $$$ makes me sad -_-
Not that hostesses gets tips anyway.

Well I'm just relaxing, now that my finals are over. I'm going back to work soon because money makes the world goes round and all that jazz, boo.

Phew.

I managed to take the 7 pictures even though a lot of them are rushed, PHEW!! Hopefully, it will all be okay - I'll try to post it up. I was so nervous during the presentation, my fingers were shaking like hell -__- I have to give Sheila <3 for helping me through it all, I wouldn't have been able to make it if it wasn't for you sayaaang.

We have Anugerah Dekan event this Friday, 10.30 am, so I'm hoping we can go back straight after that... I don't know what to wear. I'll be fucking nervous as hell >__<

Eh I hope my turtles are okay. I've left them for 3 days, but my bro is feeding them (hopefully).

A Moment Of Peace.

I have been so wrapped up in myself that I did not post anything regarding the brutal murder of Nurin Jazlin. The case has gripped the nation of Malaysia for more than 1 month and to ANYONE worldwide who did not hear about this; please read furthur on.

Nurin, just 8 years old, did not return home on August 20th 2007 after going to a pasar malam (night market) near her house in Wangsa Maju. A week ago (more or less), a body was found in a gym bag - Nurin's parents was asked to identify the body in a mortuary. At first, they denied that it was Nurin's body. However, DNA tests revealed that it was, in fact, Nurin. Even so, the father of Nurin, Jazimin, refused to accept it and requested a second DNA test.

It is believed that Nurin been killed 24 hours before her nude body was found on the stairs of a three-storey business premises.Post-mortem on the body revealed the murderer had inserted a brinjal and a cucumber in her private parts, forcing the rupture of her rectum and to be infected with bacteria, resulting in her gruesome death. (source)

Jazimin has accepted that the body is Nurin and a burial was held a few days ago.

It is saddening to think what happened to Nurin in her last hours of death - what sort of human - no, BEAST could even do such a thing? What, does he get some kind of sadistic sexual pleasure from abusing an 8 YEAR OLD GIRL! She's only 8, she has just started school, she has just started learning mathematics, english - she is a little girl who has not even began to really live. Nurin will never learn the meaning of love, she will never graduate and accept her diploma/degree - I cannot even think how the murderer can do such a thing.

I hope when the murderer is caught he will be whipped, hanged, drawn and quartered. Such a foul murder deserves the worse kind of punishment. Nurin's parents have received much criticism for their carelessness - I do not think that is the point. Society is to be blamed if such killers lives amongst us. What kind of society do we live in if every child who goes out even a metres from his/her has a possibility of being killed brutally?

Rest in peace Nurin. It is, at least, a comforting thought that the Bukit Aman police division are searching hard for the killer. Al-Fatihah.

Productiveness!

Yay today was indeed rather productive, I managed to:

1. Buy an air pump for my turtle-quarium. But it turns out I can't put it in yet because the current is too strong for my sliders to swim against. If they struggle too much, they can get exhausted and die. Also some anti-chlorine treatment thing. And some vacummed earthwormlings thingies which is too gross to mention but provides a scrumptious treat for Boba and Fett (ha! That idea just came into my head!). The bad news is everytime I want to feed it to them, I have to squish the thing against the turtle-quarium and little bits will float and the turtle-quarium gets messy.
2. Bought softlan (finally!) for the house. Humm. I love the smell.
3. Managed to do my psychology powerpoint woohoo.
4. Managed to type another paragraph for the graphic essay.
5. Bumped into Jerry from TGIF and had a conversation and he said yesss I can come back to work!
6. Practiced MAGIC yayayayayayyyy.
7. Buka puasa with Sarah! It was fun talking to her and catching up with her - daaaaamnn you with your straight hair and parallel-parking-driver you.

I am so fascinated with Boba and Fett. However I am trying to find a water heater for them if they are going to be a permanent fixture in my room because my dad hates them gracing their presence in the living room >__<>

Wahh I just realized I'm on a blogging roll - this will stop in a day or two when I return to Londonlenduland.

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Mind your own damn business.

What is up with old, frumpy, orthodox, "self-righteous" stupid old men? Why do they have to be fucking busy body? I'm fucking mad right now at stupid, interfering old men right now, due to a conversation I had with my dad.

Me Dad, can I work during Hari Raya Aidilfitri?
Dad No
Me But they're paying double or triple... I get like RM 100 ++ for 8 hours of labour..
Dad I've given you enough freedom
Me Whaa?
Dad I may not give you the allowance you need, but I've given you more than enough freedom
Me I need the money!
Dad My friends have been talking about you.
Me Why is this about your friends?
Dad You wear shorts with your friendsla, and it's not good. It's too much freedom. I've put up with more than I should have given you. I give you too much room -
Me But it's not fair!
Dad No discussion. You're going back for raya. The end.

Fuck you you close-minded senior citizens. If you're not satisfied with me when you saw me in shorts, why not tegur? Why not tell it to my face? Why peck like chicken shit and report it to my dad? Think that smugness and satisfaction of telling my dad that I dedah aurat (reveal flesh) is better than honesty, is it? I would have appreciate it you telling me in front of my face, with your upfront honesty. Rather than shutting up and telling my father.

My father has no qualms; he does not mind me wearing shorts (as long as it's not supershortlah, my thighs are still elephant-thighs and I don't have the guts to wear shorts that barely cover my chubby ass). You expect me to wear jeans all the time? I knowlah you get some nice breeze in between your privates with that kain pelekat (thin cool fabric worn by men). You want to be prejudiced, now let me be prejudiced against you too.

RM300-400... gone... just like that. For three days I could have gotten a week's pay, and thrown away because I have too much freedom, because I have too much flesh, because I wear shorts and not jeans. You don't know how it's like, no money, no valuable paper to rustle in my fingers. Stupid interfering old man! Zaman mane punya otak, your daughter (if you have one or if you do have one)

Letting them know we're gonna stand our ground
So lift your hands high and wave them proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud,
Never can, never will
Can't hold us down

Before you want to start preaching to other people about their daughters, take a damn good look at yourself and ask yourself whether you are perfect. Do you puasa? Dah bayar zakat? Sembahyang jumaat tak setiap minggu? Pot calling the kettle black.

Hells yea I'm infuriated. The end.

On break.

While on break from typing my Designing From My Perspective essay, I surfed on ohnotheydidnt! and found this alarming interview by some rapper I tak pernah dengar called Pimp C in the October issue of XXL:

"It’s no gay-bashing with me. It’s just, be proud of what you are, instead of hidin’ in the closet. And if ya fuck boys in the ass, then don’t be tryna fuck with the girls, too, poisoning the pussy population wit’ ya shitty ol’ dirty-ass dick."

Ha, such a contradicting and hypocritical statement! When I first read the two sentences I was like good, good then I was like whaaaa at the 3rd sentence. I was a little pissed off, but then I continued reading the interview and it got humorous.

'The only nigga I see [in Houston] goin’ to the mall by himself is Slim Thug. Other niggas, when I see ’em, they got bodyguards around ’em. How you gonna be scared of the neighborhood you supposed to be reppin’? All them [Houston rappers] that think they stars, guess what, bitch? Ain’t no stars down here. Only stars is in the muthafuckin’ sky!'

Such a classic quote (the one coloured in red). I should put it beneath my Bonny Hicks quote ahahahahaha. It continues when the interviewer asks the interviewee:

XXL reporter: So the only Houston rapper you’re acknowledging is Slim Thug?

Pimp C: I didn’t say that! I said, again, the only nigga I see at the mall by himself is Slim Thug. You magazine muthafuckas need to have more responsibility for what you write and put on your goddamn covers. I couldn’t get on a Source cover ’til I went to prison. I had to go to prison to get on the cover of yo funky-ass magazine?

The rest of the interview is fucking hilarious, where he even asks the interviewer whether he had ever sold drugs. Entertainment in print magazine is priceless, hahahaha. Check out the interview here.

Yesssss I am on page 3 of my essayyy. 856 words done, 4144 words left to go! I'm going to go insane.

Good time to have a checklist.

Too many things to do, and those who know me knows that I tend to forget things... very easily.. it's like "junee, do this!" and I nod and it goes into a lost part of my brain.

• Submit photocomm storyboard
• Submit photocomm 7 pictures portfolio
• Submit photocomm My Journey In Photography essay
• Prepare for graphic group critic/critique/however elegant you want to spell it
• Submit graphic flyers
• Submit graphic Designing From My Perspective essay
• Prepare public relations editorial for newspaper
• Prepare public relations group assignment
• Prepare psychology group powerpoint presentation
• Interview non-related person for journalism assignment
• Prepare for co-curriculum practical and theory test
• OH and prepare for Magic pre-release Lorwyn.

X_____________X It will be a miracle if I can somehow survive all this and maintain DL*. I hope that my forgetful head will do all, one-by-one. I so need a laptop, else I have to trudge 10 minutes in the hot heat to the library.

Ooh, on other joyous notes, I got me a pair of turtles!! I didn't really get it for me, it was more like a present to shut me up. They're so adorable, I have yet to decide on a name. The stupid worker who was handling my turtles in the shop dropped one of it a good 1 metre onto solid concrete floor and tried to cover it up, thinking I didn't see the fall.

Me: You DROPPED it? (eyes bulging, Gollum-like).

Him: Uhh, ahh, ehrmm...

I proceeded to inspect it and thankfully it aggresively tried to wriggle here and there- a good sign that it's healthy.

Me: Hrmm... hrmm... okayy...

And 2 days later (now) they're both happily swimming or basking on top of the fake rock. They're so cute. My dad's pissed off because he doesn't like any creature except for my younger sibling, Rayan. I just hope they don't die. That would be sad and pathetic, I spent around RM 20 for the fake rock. Hahah, no, I wouldn't lament for the waste of the fake rocks, I just adore turtles. I had turtles before and then they got super fat in the fastest amount of time and my mom (who bought it for me) told me to chuck them in a lake or something.

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I wonder what happened to those three turtles. Are they still alive?

And now I'm addicted to facebookleh. It's a MUST! The thing is damn fascinating, I find it more fun than friendster or myspace BWAHAHAHA.

* off to open ms word to try and complete graphic essay, then will proceed to scratch head, before making a cup of coffee and spend the next 2-3 hours aimlessly surfing facebook after typing Designing From My Perspective by Junee in ms word.

Scratch THAT. I penat and ngantuk and nak tidur. I don't think I will be puasa-ing tomorrow (damn I'm so honest, sorokx2 makan ayamas kakakaka).

(*Dean's List. Is a must. Parents have drilled that into my head. No pressure. BLAH.)

Tragedy...

I'm in Melaka without my only source of cash:

MY ATM CARD!!

And I have only RM 0.20 left with me. That's 20 cents. o_o

I have to figure out a way as in how I'm going to make it back to KL this weekend... >__<

It was a careless honest mistake.

I left by handphone at home. OMG. In Kuala Lumpur. I left my handphone in KL. A good 2 hours drive from MELAKA. I survive by using Sheila's phone -_- I hate myself.

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"With acting, the mystique is what’s amazing. I love that it’s magic, that's the whole point. The whole celebrity thing is not magic. They’re real people proving they’re sluttier than everybody else because they don’t even wear knickers." - Keira Knightley ahahaha. I love Britney but I couldn't help laughing at this comment.

Why do I never post anything substantial. I'm in my graphic class right now, we're studying things I've practiced and done when I was 15. So I'm surfing and looking at clothes at selltrade_kl, I wish I had a lot of money so I can spend at coach or gucci or bcbg and hand the plastic without guilt -_-

Life right now..

Life has been passing by in a daze, let's see..

• Celebrated merdeka by shisha-ing and eating shawarma and kebab with Sha Roose, Michelle, Jude, JD, Khalil, Anas, Shafiq and Adil (jgn nak ejek Sha I x tau spelling) at Al- Kalala, near Rawsha in Ampang - new place which opened recently, and the owner, Oday (sp?) is super nice and always gives us discounts. Downside of the night was expecting fireworks from KLCC (we had a fantastic view of KLCC) but realised there was none =( Boooo cyberjaya.
• Bumped into Cellene and Faz (a guy I just got to know on friendster), had "breakfast" with her. It was nice catching up after so long =)
  
• Spent a night at Eastin Hotel, sleeping underneath their comfy sheets post merdeka. Sheesh, check-out should be at 6 pm.
  
• Had my midterms. Probably flunked my psychology.
• SHOPPING! Ha. The necessity and requirements of being a girl.
• Being a complete nuthead about using manual slr cameras, figured that there was no film in the camera after taking 235835o0385 pictures -_-
  
• Learning to play MAGIC: THE GATHERING. YAIKNOWTELLMEABOUTITOMG.

Okay. The last one - I started expressing interest yesterday after Jude said that you could get the chance to travel, earn money, get this blaablaa. You know me and tournaments. So I went to Berjaya Times Square with him & JD on hari merdeka to buy me a deck - I bought my first deck - black! I played today and was damn confused but hopefully larh. Dapat belajar and who knows... pros, here I come eheheh.. such a long shot.

The only thing wrong with magic is that they don't have a pink deck. So I'm scouting high and low for pink sleeves. I wanted to add pink stickers to the boring black sleeves I'm currently using but JD said that it's illegal to use in tournaments because the placements might dictate what card it is, yada. Geez. All I want is to add a bit of personality. Susah sangat ke nak cari pink sleeves?

*If* you're reading this and you're not from Malaysia look up "merdeka" and immerse yourself in Malaysia's history and struggles for independence! *If* you're from Malaysia, selamat hari merdeka to you =)

Me, myself and I.

Can we take a ride?
Get out of this place
While we still have time
- Jimmy Eat World; Work

Refering to the song above, it describes my life entirely - I'm always moving places, moving on, meeting new people, adapting to new lifestyles... it's not how I intended it to be, life's just that way. I've lived in London for 5 years, then moved back to my home-sweet-land-of-satay-home Malaysia, where I switched schools 3 times and after graduating I worked at 2 different places before heading off to university in another state.



(L - R)

(i)I recently started smoking; I'm not addicted to it but once in a while when I'm feeling anti-world I'll smoke a stick or two. Today has been a very bad day for me so I smoked 5-6 sticks. It's a bad habit, considering I used to be anti-smoking. (ii) My phone is one of my most treasured posessions; I can contact people, or listen to songs or take pictures, whatever. It's my link to my social life. (iii) I am a coffee addict - I must have a least 2 cups a day. I need my daily caffeine fix. (iv) I love Malaysia's OK! magazine - it's really cute and it's nice to curl up with a bar of chocolate during those unhappy days. (v) Finally - the laptop's not mine, just showing you that 30% of my online time is spent digging up gossip =( Again, it's a bad, time-wasting habit - who the hell cares though?

See I'm a very very bad person. I should be meditating more on the global, political issues, such as what's going on in Darfur? or trying to find out more about the whole American political system.. but you know what kinds of headlines catches my eye?


-_-

I have the whole HP collection - I'm a HP FREAK! For the past 3 books, I've been attending their midnight (or 7 am sale, morelike) opening on the 1st day of the book release. I'm sad that there will no longer be any Potter adventures, but apparently JK Rowling wants to write an encyclopedia on the characters... so hopefully... but I think I'll be 25 by the time it's published and released.



I love and live for music. I'm pretty much interested in anything and everything - Joy Division, Jay Chou, classical music, rn'b etc. I play the violin + piano... on-offish... hopefully when I have more time in the future I can pick up where I left it.. I dream of the day when I can have a pink grand piano, haha..

Oh, and I LOVE THE COLOUR PINK! I'm completely obsessed with it... it was never the trend thing to begin with, pink is always in. Mwahahaha.

Okay I'm done being narcisstic.

The Re-introduction.

Eiish, the first, hardest and most complicating step of starting and setting up a new blog is thinking of the name itself. Obviously I'd like nothing better than my name in the urllah, but seeing as Junee is the name of a lovely town (see how I up myself) in Australia - it's bound to be that someone took it since the bajilion light years ago that blogger started. Google Junee and you'll get a whole lot of Junee Graveyard, Junee coffinmaker, Junee mugs blabla.

Why THE SPG (though some people might read it and think it's a jumble of crap)? First of all, it's not the famous SARONG PARTY GIRL! (Harro, that term is like a decade ago). Secondly, it stands for Smile People Greeter! See, it's very tame and harmless, not related to any of the provocative terms associated to the partying, mat-salleh-grabbing golddiggers. It derives from working at TGiF (yes I work there on-off) where we are the hostesses, expected to smile and greet and seat guests and put up with some of their bitchy "requests" (I want a table for 20 pax, I expect it in 20 minutes, like hello, you're not very bright are you?).

Most of the times it's such a blast to work in such an environment, but at other times... *draws hand across throat*. I just never knew people could be complete bitches. Especially girls. SERIOUSLY, I don't know what their deal is, especially if it's boyfriend-girlfriend table for 2. They like acting like they're the diva. Excuse me. Just because you're wearing a white halterneck top, you think what? That I can magically apparate a table for you? Even Datuk Sharizat (who was such a nice nice lady!) waited for her table patiently. So unless you're on a mission to save the world, LIKE HELLO, THERE IS A QUEUE.

I work on-off as a SPG now thanks to university and its evil workload, but sometimes I'll be around to help. So the purpose of this blog? Partly to vent off my unsatisfaction (is that even a word), partly to just write my private life and imprint it in the technological world in hopes of making money off it and hopefully becoming the Bill Gates of blogging (ha! ha! ha!), and hopefully it will help me keep up with the news of the world. The thing is I tend to be narcisstic and ramble on about myself - eventually I'll get bored of that, right? So I look for other news to talk about - and voila!

Let's just hope I USE it..

(My other site is http://archdookie.livejournal.com so if you want to see what other things I write go there loh. I use it more for romance conquests, girlish indulgences such as shopping etc).

From The Star website. 50 calls for 1 night stand? Ew, that's creepy. It's kind of scary that the police haven't tracked down the pervs yet, especially with all this "required registration" by the end of last year bla bla. In the US, ala CSI, they'd probably be cuffed by now o_o Malaysia's investigating team is seriously flawed.