Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive. -Anais Nin-

I miss her. No, its not her anniversary because I block out when that is.. and its not her birthday.and i dont think i need an occassion to remember or to think of her. its taken me 3 years to be able to speak or write about it.it'll take me many more to come to terms with it.i havent done anything for fear of it sounding insincere or cheesy or worse, not doing justice to her.but this i'm doing because i hope that people start appreciating their life more and stop sweating the little things in it.because thats what she taught me.

Sometimes, I get a jolt of fear because I have to stop or look at her picture to remind myself exactly what she looks like.because im starting to forget. I remember us eating keropok every time I used to visit..i remember loooooooong phone conversations over boys, over school,over anything really…but I cant remember her phone number.

I remember her first date with her one and only love..because I was there..she made me go with her..one-utama..i don’t remember which movie..to this day I feel honoured.

I remember she was cranky as hell in the mornings (janda baik,janda baik), and she liked yellow flowers. I remember and will always remember that she was kind and sweet and funny and intelligent and wonderful. She could also be incredibly cranky and indecisive. i remember she used to take eye lash curling to the next level. And she had the highest pitched voice..:)

I remember how strong she was.and how stupid and selfish I was.i cant remember the fight.for the life of me, I cant remember the fight.but I do remember that I was childish and cruel. and I didn’t get to say good bye.the two worst things ive ever done in my life. i remember our last conversation.

I just miss her more during these months..

We just celebrated juan’s birthday..you would’ve loved it. I forgot to wish yan on her birthday and she was really nice about it,now she doesn’t have to wish me for the next ten years..haha..guess being the shit friend I am, you kinda expected me to forget yours huh?well, I did.and im sorry. You don’t have to wish me for the next ten years either. I hope you’ve been doing good mixing with the likes of River Phoenix and Elvis and Marilyn..and by the way, good job on the whole looking down on us thing.we love you and miss you and we’re are oh-so envious that you will forever be a beautiful goddess while we grow older each year..*GRIN*

Happy Belated Birthday and the next time I visit, im bringing the keropok.Love you girl..

R.I.P. Q.C.

OBVIOUSLY I WAS GONE ON THE MEDS..

please ignore previous post. writer is and will be forever apologetic. please also note that said post has been deleted and shall never see light of day again. it was the drugs that made her do it.

writer was down with flu for better part of the week (i.e. antibiotics and lots and lots of panadol)and on tuesday (after 2 months of putting it off) realised her right eye was blur. she went to 3 different optamologists and this is her story:

tuesday: went to U.H. parked at level 4A. Had to walk down 2 levels to the elevator whereby one could get banged down by cars coming up ramp. there was no staircase. everyone had to do that walk up and down those ramps. (strike 1). reached elevator. had to take elevator to level 2A. From level 2A, one has to walk through the trauma unit, the onkologi unit (we'll go with b.m spelling here shall we,just to make it alittle more interesting?) and the burn unit..(strike 2)...to get to another elevator at level 2. take THAT elevator to the ground floor. at the ground floor, look for delifrance and next to it will be the oftomologi dept. (i.e. optomology dept...how the hell did they get in an "f" in optomology?) naturally the signages were crap and i was thinking if a person was really sick or something, they'd feel even sicker,really..i remember going to do an assignment there 10 years ago and it looked newer than its current status..where the hell is our health budget going?

so, i finally reached the blessed oftomologi department (that "f" seriously bugs me man..) and i have to take a number. to take a number. no, it aint deja vu, thats what ya gotta do - take a fucking number to register, to get another number! (strike 3) so i waited..and waited...and waited...after about an hour and a half, the nurse finally comes out to tell me, "eh, doctor is doing operation lah, you wait ah!" "how long will it take do you think?" "you just waittttt.." "no,i've been waiting for ages, how long?""err..about one hour, like that lah.." (in doctor speak, that means at least another 2 hours..) (strike 4 and i'm out!)

wednesday: decided to go see Lim Eye Specialist in SS2. you only have an hour window of opputunity to go make an appointment and on wednesday it was between 4-5pm.iwas there by 3.45. still had to wait about 45 minutes.go in for eye check then wait another 1/2 hour. then they called my name. to go from the waiting room to wait outside his door.then i finally got called in. he does not look up as i go in. i wait.he does not look up for the next ten minutes to greet or anything.he continues looking at his damn computer which at that point i am ready to pull out of the damn socket and stuff up his arse..along with the poker thats already in there.but i breathe,and i wait. finally he looks up at me then looks at his note card which the nurse summarised my condition on. he immediately asks me "you wear contacts?" "yes" "you can take your contacts and throw them away forever!" (in my brain-"what the..?") "yes, you come and do lasik with me"

at that point im thinking, all doctors are fucking fuckwits but this one really really takes the cake.by the end of the 2 minute consultation, he not only DIDNT manage to tell me what was wrong with my eye but also managed to fit in the words "lasik surgery" about 5 times. he told me my eye was irregular. i was like "huh?whats that?does that mean its scratched?" "no. it's IRREGULARRRRRRR"he condescendingly said. i didnt know whether to laugh or cry. he charged me 150 bucks. i cried.

yesterday: decided enough was bloody enough. went to the big boys. TUN HUSSEIN ONN EYE HOSPITAL. im too tired right now to go into the details but suffice to say that even though i had to wait 8 hours to see the doc, he was wonderful. Dr. Pall Singh. annnnnddd there was this cute male nurse who put me thru this really trippy eye machine that swirled around and had pretty lights..that was quite cool..


trippy eye machine.

turns out my right cornea is as scratched up as a vandalised car. after many years of contact lens usage, the eye gets dry.(dont worry, thats normal,every contact lens wearer knows this)but mine just got dry-ER. hence every little bit of dust that went in or when sleeping with air con ended up scratching my cornea so thats why i was losing my eyesight. so, no contacts indefinitely and no driving for at least 2-3 months..3 eyedrops that taste like shit and a fucking eye patch!!!i look like a bloody extra from the pirates of the carribean..no,actually, not even that cool..its more like Arnold Swarzenegger in his 2nd or 3rd installment of the Terminator...you know, with that weird metal plastic thing...oh woe is me...


im gonna bring eye patches into fashion man, just watch..*grin*

footnote:dont go to the ss2 one.he sucks.big time. and i hate dissing people. but hes really shit. hes like a big fucking bleary eyed chinaman who wants to print money more than he wants to help people.ANNNDDD he has my surname. ughhh..

we've got i-pod jeans but we cant make brushing teeth easier?!

we do..the jeans are going to sell for us200 bucks and it comes complete with earphones, pocket with click wheel and a red ribbon so the pod doesnt fall out..dumbest thing i ever heard..

so i was trying to brush my teeth this morning and let me tell ya, there is nothing more frustrating than trying your darndest to squeeze out toothpaste from an almost empty toothpast tube..i mean you've got the crusty bits all at the top, and so the gooey toothpaste in the bottom wants to be let out but the crusty part wont let it..so then i tried to let it build pressure so it would pop out the top in one big spurt but all that came out was a dissapinting drizzle, (harder than making a certain male appendage do the same thing, let me tell ya!) all this while the faucet was on and for some reason i get nervous when the faucet's on cos of the whole save the water thing so i proceed to drop my toothbrush, the toothpaste that was on it naturally slipped off onto the floor, i slipped on the damn toothpaste and bumped my head. All this before my a.m. cuppa joe..sighhhhh....

annnways,work's been shit..good shit though cos it means im not running the company into bankruptcy,right?(yay!two thumbs up) and oh yeah, went to a pole dancing party last weekend..now, i say pole dancing but it was more like a stage set up with a couple o' coat hangers more than anything else, but kudos to their marketing cos the turnup was great..the wannabe dancers, however, weren't..ok girls, reminder lah k?let's just go thru this one last time..slutty is not sexy..its a very very fine line that you must not cross..cos if not, then im sorry, you've passed the Angelina Jolie stateline and hit Pamela Andersonville.

by the way,cut my hair..how ah?ok ah?im using way less shampoo so i guess its a good thing..:P


shit man, so vain..

littering - disgusting act orrrrr creates jobs?

driving me: eep! i cant believe you just threw your empty cig pack out the window!thats terrible!

passenger her: you throw your ciggie butt out the window dont you?

me: yes..but..

her: so if you throw your ciggie butt out the window, and the government is already hiring road sweepers to sweep the road, would it really be so difficult for them to sweep up a ciggarette box?

sighhhhhhh...

i understand that..

..wisdom doesnt neccessarily come with age..

...people who are stupid usually try to sound smart and people who are smart usually try to act stupid..its ironic..

...both people in a relationship need to be incredibly thankful that they have found each other and try to maintain that because the moment one of them starts thinking they own the other person and tries to control them...thats when it all goes downhill...

..good friends are the best remedy to any bad day. saying that, they are also very, very hard to find. cherish yours.

...trust is not a given. secrets ARE sacred. and the secret-teller usually finds out if you've told.

..to have good friends, you need to be one yourself.i dont think many people get this.

...it is vital to be sensitive to other people's feelings and less sensitive about yours. the people who care about you shouldnt care if you fuck up and the people who do, arent your friends.

...i'll always,always take the path less travelled.it's more interesting.

...i will never EVER go shopping during the Great Malaysian Sale. one can get hurt bad.

...nowadays, sometimes, you gotta be the parent and your parents become the kids.

And Finally,

Everybody's bitchin' about somebody..you dont wanna get left out do ya?:P

fOR aLL tHE wOMEN sURFING tHE rED wAVE...(thanks su-su!)

Dear Kotex

I recently noticed that the peel-off strip of my pantiliner had a bunch
of Kotex Tips for Life" on it. Annoying advice such as:

a.. Staying active during your period can relieve cramps.
b.. Avoiding caffeine may help reduce cramps and headaches.
c.. Drink 6-8 glasses of water a day to keep you hydrated and feeling fresh.
d.. Try Kotex's other products blah blah blah...

Obviously the individual behind this was someone who has never possessed a functioning set of ovaries. Go ahead and tell a menstruating woman that drinking 6-8 glasses of water will help keep her feeling fresh.

Like we need more fluid inside our bloated hellish bodies...but go ahead. See what happens.

While you're at it, dump out the coffee at work and remove the chocolate from the vending machine. I guaran-friggin-tee that the first respondents will be females who just ovulated.

Staying active will relieve headaches & cramps...well guess what , the only activities that interest me are sleeping and eating...and oh...does ripping someone's head off count as a friggin activity?????

Look, females don't need or want tips for living on feminine hygiene products. Younger girls are already hearing "helpful" crap like that from their elderly relatives. Veteran females have already concocted their own recipes for survival, many containing alcohol.

Printing out sh#t advice while sneaking in ads for the brand that is already purchased is just plain annoying, not to mention rude, and enough to send a girl running for other brands.

Mostly we'd like to forget that we even need these products. It's not a fun time.

DO NOT try to cheer us up by adding smiley faces or bunnies or flowery cutesy crap to your products or the packaging.

Put that sh#t in a plain brown wrapper so we can throw it in our carts discreetly and have it blend in among the wine and beer.

There is nothing more annoying than having a blinding pink package announcing your uterine state to everyone in the store.
So take your tips for living, your fluoro packaging, the smiley faces & the cute bunnies that need to be smacked hard, and shove them right up your ass.

Ovarily Yours,
Miss PMS
(courtesy of leishababe)

they're supposed to be terms of affection, not sound affected!

so i was talking to a really good friend of mine last night and we go wayyy back and i say something and he goes "its fine,hon". it's not the first time he's said it or anything but last night it triggered this thought, different people sound cool saying certain terms of affection...some people are just really really bad when they say terms of afffection..i say, work on it..let me elaborate..

DARLING - very popular. can be cut short to darl, there are other variations like dahlink (with pretend russian accent) but i've also heard variations like dahleeeng oiiii (in a sing-song voice..*cringe*) or the ever-popular LAH-ling...

Baby - ok, this one is a total favourite of mine cos when it's said right....mannnnnnn..but of course there are the alternate variations which, well..WILL NOT MAKE YOU SUCCESSFUL IN BRINGING A WOMAN/MAN BACK TO YOUR PLACE FOR COFFEE...i.e. baybay (said with put on accent) or baybeh (said with put on African American accent!)...please, you are not black, you will not be able to fool other people into thinking you're black...(i've referred to a few sources and sadly the majority have come across a person like that at least once in their life..)

Honey - definitely prefer the short form on this one..usually used by gays or flamboyant fabulous older women...but as we've seen in many Cantonese movies (especially from the late 80's..can you remember those?) (with a whiney whingey voice) "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaneeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyy ah...lei tim kai mm pei ngo huey chek?*pout*
[translation - honey, why won't you let me go with you?*pout* (ok, it doesnt do it justice,i apologise, its a cheena thing)]

shit..i just found out opium ripped my sweater..damn dog..

russell peters is one amazing mother!!he's hilarious!if you get a chance to watch him..do..he's funnier than eddie murphy in raw!(yeah, i know..)

a good friend brought back a piece of the berlin wall for me..how amazingly cool is that???definitely one of the best presents i've received this year..he's definitely one of the girls now!!:D..

i never thought kicking balls around could be that hard....after all, isnt that what women do all the time?*grin*

HAH!YOU DISBELIEVER!! YE OF LITTLE FAITH!!! IN YO' FACE SUCKARRRRRRRRR!

sorry, i was merely speaking to that infidel otherwise known as my brother...i told him i was going to play futsal and he laughed..out loud!well!!! i showed you didnt i?oh suuuuree my legs are aching and i'll probably never have babies but hah!i sure showed you!whose got the last laugh now eh????

got pictures to prove somemore..*smug face on*



got sweat?


ok, so i didnt actually get any proper photos on the court itself....but this totally counts!!


constipation is a killer..

Eyes Wide Shut. (18SX-SEXUAL ELEMENTS PRESENT)

the funniest thing happened to me this morning at about 3am..ok, but first you need to know that ive been sleep deprived ok?i mean, the goal last night was basically to sleep..thats it..that was my plan..really one..

so anyway, my phone rang, the number was private. i thought maybe it was one of my friends needing to have a chat so i picked up. the lady on the other end had an english accent and she told me she was from elite modelling and had i ever heard of the organisation before..now anyone who knows me knowss i hate being awoken from sleep, especially when i havent slept in days...so i'm all like "yeah, ive heard of you" and she goes "oh great thats fantastic cos we're recruiting models". (see,this is how young girls get conned) so im like "why are you recruiting models on the phone?isnt it like kinda vital that you, y'know, take a look at them first? (i mean, like hello!)"

she goes on to tell me that many women have the presumption that models have to be tall and beautiful but they actually dont...then she asked for my vital statistics, if i've got any tattoos or piercings or birthmarks..and then it got interesting...she asked me the following:

1. how many sexual partners have you had?
2. what is your favourite sexual position?
3. how big was the biggest guy you've ever been with?
4. what was the best sex you've ever had?
5. what race were your sexual partners?
6. what are your most sensitive parts?
7. would you do a threesome?

there were more but i've forgotten them on account of me being sleepy..so she goes on to tell me they organise these private parties and rich men come and pay and you're not obliged to do anything, its a controlled environment and the security is tight....riiiiiggghhhtttt...so anyways, after kepoh-ing and finding out everything, i just told her i wasnt interested. she said she would call again to check if i had changed my mind...she was a nice girl, it was a nice chat...but HOW FUCKIN DODGY IS THEIR ENTIRE SETUP??geeezzz..what if young girls pick up, man?how the fuck did they get my number?and why the fuck am i so sleepy??

whole lotta crazy shit happening in the world today..

Z is for Ztupid Zidiotic Zumbass!!

1-1. 5-3. Additional time.Headbutt into chest. World Cup 2006. Italy wins,France loses.Stef loses many lunches and much money.

Right, now that that's over and done with...

life is just brim full of experiences isnt it?i can never for the life of me get how some people can say "i'm bored". its a concept that frankly, bores me...or maybe im being too harsh..maybe i just happen to be an incredibly lucky/unlucky person that weird things happen to...hmmm..

IN MY BRAIN..
blunts at 3 o'clock in the morning..must've been good stuff cos i could suddenly understand mandarin...hahahahahhahhaha..

i love men because they can change tyres.women need men to change tyres.definitely.

how do i know which dvdR to buy?dvd-r or dvd+r?why did they have to make it so difficult?got burner,then can burn lah!sigh....

cafe 69 is an awesome place..it's very subdued,very 70's..and they've got like a palm reader dude and a tarot dude who tells you your fortune and stuff..and they have the BEST char koay teow...THE BEST!!

the ritual..

catching each other's eye across the room....


small talk and sideways glances...


if all goes well..

revisited a common pastime that is inherent in all Chinese - karaoke-ing. i must say that it is a completely different world in there..never noticed it before, but there are alohhottt of broken hearted people in there cryin and singin and drinkin..suppose it's a good way to let everything out..i got my inspiration from the peanuts..one bowl cost RM15..i was ready to cry also man bloody hell..the wifi connection was good though..(yeah, i know..what the hell was i doing in there with my laptop?:p)


this is zoe..the girl hates makeup..so sunday i decided to give her the smokey look..hot right?!!after that cannot stop posing for the camera..:D


hahahahahahhaha..i think pictures like these truly show the comfort level between the people in the photo lah..



how does one little ant manage to cause this?

well, thats it for this week's show and tell..bro's back in town..gonna chill with him for a while..

The Class System.

When one thinks of class, one's mind immediately travels to days of Old England where a person's social standing was generally determined by being in one of 3 main classes; upper, middle or working/lower. The Class System is of course, still practised today albeit with not as much restriction (no "Off With Their Heads!" should a rich person want to be with a poor person) but definitely just as much ignorance, i think..

wanna hear a story? last weekend, i went to a wedding. it was in a beautiful ballroom, in a beautiful 5-star hotel, with beautifully rich guests. the age median was about 55 (even though the bride and groom were 28 and 30, respectively). for some reason, the dinner was not the usual 8 course chinese dinner. it was a buffet with different counters for different food set all round the ballroom. In theory, this would actually have been a fantastic way for guests to mingle while they went to get their food. Unfortunately, in real-time, it was chaos.

So oklah, there are like 10 counters right? 1 counter got roti jala, naans, curries, another counter had dim sums, another one had roast beef and yorkshire pudding, another one had sushi and sashimi, there was a tempura counter and a local fare one as well (char koay teow & fried rice)..very posh right? wrong!!yours truly had to wait 20 minutes for a measly serving of char koay teow followed by queueing another 15 minutes to get 2 tiny siew mais (reminder:5-star wedding)...but i digress, that story's for another entry, its just i got hungry thinking of all that lovely food not being eaten by me....anyyyyways..what i was going to say was that it's always interesting to see how hungry people react to food...even the upper-class...there was queue-cutting, blatant grabbing of all the prawn tempura(leaving only eggplant and ladies fingers) by one lady and all-out hogging of the entire counter (when a person stands directly infront of a counter so they can "book" whatever food they want first)...classy, huh?

Lemme tell you another story..2 weeks ago, my car couldn't start. I was at one of the petrol stations in Centrepoint and it was late. I turned the ignition twice and the sorry sounds that came out of her are not ones i want to remember. There were about 3 shabbilly dressed mat motors still loitering around and i started to leetle-beet panic lah..then one of the fellas started walking over..lageee panik..he got closer..i didnt bloody care if the place was gonna explode or not, i took out that damn handphone and started to dial..he knocked, i dropped my phone..."Miss, you takde air batteri lah".. fast forward 20 minutes later, my car was as good as new..Zamri not only filled my very,very empty battery water thingy, but he also replaced whatever lubricant i had to replace lah..all with the help of his two friends..lovely boys..and i found out later that they didn't even work at that station!they were just helping me out!

So, in the old days, one could tell which class a person belonged to from their accent, their clothes, their interests, the way they raised their children and what kind of food they ate. if you think about it, things haven't changed a whole lot. the question is..does the class a person is in really determine how classy that person is?

Life is such an experiment...

..ya never quite know if its gonna blow up in your face or if something unexpectedly beautiful and new gets created...

so as i get ready for bed having enjoyed wonderful company plus tapas for dinner which is as usual 'muy delicioso' (gracias La Bodega!), i cant help but wonder about different worlds..do they collide or do they absorb each others' mass and become one?

or perhaps in the end it just boils down to chemistry instead of physics...like you might be from totally different planets but as long as both of you dont got anything stuck up Uranus (i know you're stifling a giggle) and are willing to like, give and take and understand and talk it out and call each other things like cupcake and poochie-poodles or applecheeks then its all good..

10 worst songs in the history of mankind

This blog entry doesnt end. Feel free to add to it.

1. My heart will go on - Celine Dion.
i break out in rash everytime i hear that infernal wailing.

2. Numerous songs - That "beep" "beep" frog
music videos, ringtones, screensavers..it's a frog!!!!an ugly frog!!AAnnnddd he's not even real!!

3. Lemon tree.

4. Anything by Air Supply. (i apologise to the people in Puchong or Kepong.i know how much you guys like your Air Supply)

5.

too pooped to ponder..

i definitely think that weekends and weekdays should be reversed..like 5 days of lee-lacksing and 2 days of work...man, that'd be awesome..but then again, being the complicated homo sapiens that we are almost certainly ensures that we'd be dissatisfied with that too, sooner or later...so i guess it's most probably for the best that things remain as they are..:P..velvet was awesome this weekend..stayed till the lights came on and man..suddenly alot of good-looking people became ugly..including a haphazard stef desperately trying to pretend as if her makeup wasnt melting..geezus..to be a woman sometimes..

speaking of human beings..i looked it up the other day..and i F.O.T.F.C.I.L.(fell off the fuckin chair in laughter). the definition of human being in the Oxford AMERICAN Dictionary: a man, woman or child from the species; distinguished from other animals by superior mental development, power of articulate speech, and upright stance.

Superior mental development - For an entire month, grown people will be watching 11 other grown men kick a ball around a field. (pardon moi, cheap shot, i know)
Power of Articulate Speech - whoever came up with this definition obviously has not met my friends on a saturday night.
Upright stance - this is pretty much the only one i agree with. wow, guess we ARE better than animals.we have upright stance.

i recall speaking about malaysians being shy in a previous blog entry....NOT WHEN YOU HAVE A DOG!!!!!hooishayman..taking opium around?instant celebrity-ness!from nowhere, i'm like minding my own business when suddenly.."ma!!" "ma!!!" (and the shreaks get louder and more piercing by the way)and when the mother finally replies "whattt???" the kids are like "doggy!!!can i play with the doggy??" (yours truly, by that time, will have inched herself slowly but surely towards the exit...oklah actually, it'd be more of a brisk walk-run), or like yesterday, when i was at my local bintangwang sipping on a hazelnut latte...i met 9 people,no joke! they just keep coming up...it's like im not even there! i mean this is like THE breakthrough answer for shy people (orrr men who wanna meet women!but for gawd's sakes don't lah go and buy a poodle/shitzu type k?not unless you see yourself being part of the Village People..)

ok, i cant keep it in any longer..i've just bought the kurt cobain journals!!excited doesn't even BEGIN to describe how i feel..

Human Trafficking.

- After the illegal trade of drugs and weapons, human trafficking is the most profitable criminal act in the world today -

go see the movie. i was tempted to say women ESPECIALLY, but i've changed my mind. I feel that EVERYBODY should go watch it because whether we want to blind ourselves to it or not, it does happen. Watch it,then read this entry.

Underaged girls and boys(yes,boys too!) being taken away from their families against their will to become sex slaves. Their ages range from 11 years old to 21years old.They do not get paid, they do not get to go out, most of them do not live more than 4 years because they are either worked to death or contract diseases; anything from hepatitis to H.I.V.

Now, anyone who knows me knows that i'm pro-sex. i think there's a reason that prostitution is the oldest profession and i also think that porn is neccessary. However, i'm also pro-choice. And it shits me to know that there are human beings doing this horrific, gruesome, appalling thing to other human beings and profiteering off it!And do you know why they continue to do this?Because there is D-E-M-A-N-D for it.(C'mon people, Economics class wasn't that long ago)


DIANA ELIZABETH DUBON
DOB: Oct 14, 1992 Sex: Female
Missing Date: May 22, 2006
Age Now: 13 Height: 5'0" (152 cm)
Weight: 100 lbs (45 kg)


EMILY JUAN
Case Type: Family Abduction
DOB: Oct 21, 2003 Sex: Female
Missing Date: Sep 5, 2004
Age Now: 2
Height: 2'3" (69 cm)
Weight: 19 lbs (9 kg)

THINK IT DOESN'T HAPPEN HERE?
'Malaysia is a destination, and to a lesser extent, a source and transit country for men and women trafficked for the purposes of sexual exploitation and forced labor. Foreign trafficking victims, mostly women and girls from the People’s Republic of China (P.R.C.), Indonesia, Thailand, the Philippines, and Vietnam are trafficked to Malaysia for commercial sexual exploitation. Some economic migrants from countries in the region who work as domestic servants and as laborers in the construction and agricultural sectors face exploitative conditions in Malaysia that meet the definition of involuntary servitude. Some Malaysian women, primarily of Chinese ethnicity, are trafficked abroad for sexual exploitation.
The Government of Malaysia does not fully comply with the minimum standards for the elimination of trafficking; however, it is making significant efforts to do so. Malaysia is placed on Tier 2 Watch List for its failure to provide evidence of increasing efforts to combat trafficking, particularly its failure to provide protection for victims of trafficking. ' - U.S. State Dept Trafficking in Persons Report, June, 2006.

So this is a plea to all the men out there: Please sirs, if you happen to travel to Thailand or the Philippines or even Malaysia..please make sure....ok, fuck this. it's stupid and if a guy's horny and sick then nothing i'm gonna say here's gonna make any difference, is it??

But i can say this.Educate your family.Your brothers, your sisters, your girlfriends, your children. Teach 'em to grow up smart and not end up like some Paris Hilton wannabe (even she's not that stupid!). Because Gen- Y'ers, this is our world. We are going to inherit it someday. And we should not be celebrating people who pretend to be stupid, or people who live for fame and glamour, or people who want to be stick thin or people who sell children for money!if you had to teach the future generation today what would you say?

better start preparing...:)

Easy Like Sunday Mornin'...

" What??Change the speed limit to 60?ohhh surrreee, a few lives will be saved but thousands will be late!" - Homer J. Simpson

This weekend was one of the best i've ever ever had..cos everything just fell into place y'know like..."trinnnnnnnngggg" (picture tinkerbell waving her wand or flapping her wings or whatever..)

it was perfect..mainly because instead of one huuuge event taking it all up..it consisted of many many intimate small moments..which to me are amazing cos big moments can be replicated anytime..(hell, as long as you've got 500 bucks and a place to party) but i love the small moments..like when you're sitting at a cafe with good friends and you're desperately trying to get into the entire football pandemonium/phenomenon even though it annoys you like hell...or roaming the ss2 area trying to tempt a good friend to get her damn pug...or having a quiet dinner with a galpal who you havent seen in awhile, or having an old friend call you up on his one day stopover in k.l to have drinks, or having a close bud tell you he's going to war (ok,actually that one's a little scary,please pray for him if you believe in God;alternatively, drink for him because i dont think they have alchohol where he's going!)or going grocery shopping with somebody and then cooking with that somebody, and of course, being online again with you guys..(maccie got fixed,shes better than ever!)...*blissful sigh*

didja know that policemen in Milan are dressed by Armani?how fucking cool is that?thats one way to stop em from taking bribes..i mean, if YOU were wearing Armani, would you stoop that low?Wait, we're in Malaysia.Scrap that last line.

i also want to celebrate Sir Roger Vivier, creator of the stiletto. Where would i be without you, O great exalted One*!!He's got a store under the same name and a single pair or shoes there can cost up to 16,000 Euros!i would give my right hand...

*(in no way are any or all fragments from the sentence above related to the Bible,the Quran, the Torah, the Buddhist bible, any other religious record,book, volume, publication, parchment-with the whole Da Vincci Code hoo-ha, one can't be toooo politically correct,no?*sigh*)

hmmmm..i see a mahjong session coming..

A Series of Unfortunate Events..

06-06-06 - The remade version of the Omen came out yesterday. Having that knowledge haunted the 5-year old in me because that Damien kid was scary-wei!!!Anyways, pushing that thought to the back of my mind, I decided to proceed along my day as per usual...and that's when everything started going wrong.

1. My MAC,my baby, my life...died..tried resusitating her but to no avail..3 years of photos, songs, work..GONE.

2. My car couldn't start. Sent it in to be serviced, the guys there told me my engine kong-kiawed. Had to change the engine.

3. My cedit card bill came in...enough said.

4. A heel broke off my favourite pair of shoes.

Crazy shit...with so much bad karma surrounding me i had to do something quick.
So, i bought her...



Ladies n gentlemen..it is my esteemed pleasure to introduce you to Opium.

I cant believe Dana dies..

have you ever played the i-never game??it's a great party game..everyone kinda sits in a circle and then some one starts.. "I've never driven a kancil before". Whoever HAS driven a kancil before has to drink. And then the next person says something and so on and so forth..i went to this party and needless to say, after a few rounds, you start learning stuff about the people around you (not neccessarily U-Rated)...

when did it become alright for public toilets to start charging RM1 or more to pee??because thats what i got conned into paying the other day as i was trying to scurry over to the toilets in low yat plaza..now why i say "conned" is because thats exactly what it was..a huge con!i mean, for a fucking dollar, i expect my punani to get wiped by like, gold sheets of paper painstakingly pressed and softened with moisturizer after i have arisen from my throne (yes, it should be an actual throne) made preferably by OSIM. And then naturally i would want to wash my hands with luxury soaps flown in from a little town in Paris called LE-eew llaa fhuriec or something, and then have them dried with cloths sewn by nuns in a little abbey who actually went blind because the cloths had such fine threadcount.

but no such thing happened. in fact, there was little to differentiate the normal RM0.10 toilet with this supposed "premier" toilet. But i suppose i should not be disgruntled, after all this is most probably Malaysia's latest plan to improve the economy..its a pretty good plan actually..get the foreigners in to spend on our toilets!it makes perfect sense now..and they're doing it in stages too..jusco, then klcc, then midvalley..now low yat!its just amusing how they have the gall to spring on a signboard that says "Premier Toilets" and then expect people to pay a thousand percent increase...for cleanliness!its like, they were most probably having their big important meetings and then one fucker decided "hey, to increase revenue without us actually having to think, let's just keep our toilets clean and have people pay!!they won't know what hit them!they're so fucking deprived that when they see the clean toilets, they'll be so impressed with us!and grateful!so let's charge 'em!!let's charge em big, boys!!!!now let's go to the karaoke, that mimi wanna love me long time!"

fuck right?cos you know its most probably true.

Ramli and Me.

We have a love affair that goes back years and years...i remember when my virgin mouth touched his meat..succulent, not too salty and just the right colour...sighhhh..my first Ramli burger...*grin*

so last last night, after pushing my patience quotient to the core by not ramming a hot poker into my client for killing my creativity, nay, killing creativity in totality, i decided i needed HIM. R-A-M-L-I. He always knows how to make me feel better. So off i went to get myself a little somethin' called "burger ayam special"....ahhhh..heaven..

now you guys are no stranger to the ramli phenomennon especially if you're malaysian so i dont gotta tell you how yummy one is...i'm quite sure that you have your own personal experinces with that little burger too..y'know, studying for an exam, or after clubbing, or a night out with the guys..it's amazing..while waiting for my burger to cook a few other people came up to the stall and placed their orders, a Chinese man with his two sons, two Malay bikers, an Indian boy holding his football protectively in his arms... this little burger stall, with no frills and two teenage boys for cooks, actually brought Malaysians together..no race difference, nothin'. Just a few hungry people dressed in clothes they normally wouldn't wanna be seen in, having burgers. united and smiling.

Maybe our government should take a page or two outta my man's book...instead of those damn annoying slogans they have every year before Merdeka like.....like......wait gimme a moment........uh........."to know Malaysia is to love Malaysia?"...no wait..that was a Visit Malaysia slogan....hmmm....i gotta get back to you on that one...

See what i mean?they think one slogan every year encourages unity?HOWWW??? I've read somewhere that a sense of nationalism stems from 3 things; shared political history, shared cultural heritage and common outlook and ideals. From stories heard from my parents,i believe Malaysians used to share all three once-upon-a-time..before extensive corruption, senseless development and what seems to be an invisible cape of greed, shrouded us.

and that's why i love my ramli...cos he's there to give you a glimpse of days gone by...where a RM 2.50 burger can cross so many boundaries and for a good ten minutes, life is perfect.