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.