Childhood Gone

Scene : girl with long, curly hair walks by.

N : Wow, look at her hair. Its so pretty and curly. She looks like a Malay Bo Peep.
A : Bo Peep?
N : Yeah, you know, the nursery rhyme.
... long pause
A : OH Mary Bo Peep!
N : *bursts out laughing*
A : WHAT? Correct la!


For the record, Mary had a little lamb and Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep are two totally different nursery rhymes.

Dreading the Doom

I am dreading tomorrow. I don't want to face reality. I want to wake up and find that tomorrow is still Sunday, there's no school and I can just crawl back under the warm blanket and sleep until noon.

p/s... I Love You. EH?

How do you know whether something is really contributing to the Israeli army anyway? There's that stupid list that went around and everyone was going "Whoaaaa, gila. Arsenal Yahudi sial!", "Wonderbra kene boikot!", "Baskin Robbins Yahudi!", "KFC Yahudi!", "Maybelline Yahudi!", "Giorgio Armani Yahudi!", "MAC Yahudi!"

Macam semua je Yahudi, kucing aku pon Yahudi la. Adoi, kene boikot kucing ke?
So how are we going to boycott if we don't even know what is what?

I don't know why this is bothering me so much. Hadoi, Starbucks punya pasal la ni.

I have sinned. Or not.

I have officially stopped boikot-ing Jewish products. I have long broken the McD boycott, but since last, uhm, December (?), I have not had one drop of Jew owned liquid ie; Starbucks.

BUT I HAD STARBUCKS TODAY AND OHMYFRIGGIN' GAWD IT TASTED SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD !!!!

Terover sikit kot =.=

My special thank you, or kick on the ass, to Ahmad Zulblablabla, Aresha S.uperwoman (bukan nama sebenar), and Norajeega (bukan nama sebenar) for providing me with the temptation. If it weren't for these three discussing Starbucks and holding recycled tissue paper, I wouldn't have thought of Jew owned liquid. A big thank you, also, to Izzat Ikhwan for providing support and company.

Macam salah je, I'm happy I bought something owned by the religion that is destroying my own. But the Starbucks owner is Jewish, he didn't supply bullets and pay the Israeli army like ... Coke. Which I still drink.

Great, now I feel guilty.

What is the deal about boycotts anyway? There's not going to be an effect from a country as tiny as Malaysia. We don't even make 0.1% of the world. To quote my old Geography teacher, Malaysia is just a little bit of taik cicak on a big wall. So even if the whole country boycotts Jewish products, we're hardly going to have an effect. We're too small. Plus, to boycott something as huge and widely consumed as McDonalds and Coke, that would take a huge amount of time because Malaysians eat and drink this shit almost every week. Its routine. Its become almost a part of people's lives. And since its so widely consumed by people, people already have this thought that they can't live without stuff like McD and Starbucks and Coke. So, their mindset is : No, I love this shit. I need this shit. So I'm gonna keep on eating this shit.

If you want to make a difference, join the army I say. Or donate stuff. There are plenty of organizations to join. Do something that WILL help. Don't waste your time on doing something that doesn't have an effect. Even if boycotting works, its going to take a loooooooong time before the Israeli army runs out of bullets and weapons.

Foreigners and Underwear

I went for dinner to Satay Zul with my dad and there was this gang of foreigners eating there. I don't know, German or French kot but there was some Muslim lady with them. But she spoke in the most annoying way possible.

Lady : Excuuuuuse me, but I would like to ordar some more sataaay ayaaaahm.
Waiter : Alright, how many do you want?
Lady : *speaks in German/French with mat salleh people* Oh, give me about... faive.
Waiter : Alright then.
Lady : Oh, and we would also like faive sataaay dajhengs (DAGING)
Waiter : *grinning like a horse* Okay.
Lady : Oh, and anudder theeng. We have been waiteeng for our nasee go-rang for a long time.
Waiter : *turning slightly red already* I'll check for you.

I wouldn't want to be in the waiters shoes. I think I might laugh in her face and go "Please, just say beef satay la. You're killing me, woman."

Oh, and there was this guy whose looks boleh tahan la. Very tall, nice brown hair, and was dressed very nicely. But there was just one thing.

There are 3 kinds of people in this world; the ones who realise their tshirts are tiny and wear the right underwear, the ones who wear longer tshirts to cover their asses, and the ones who are totally oblivious to the fact that their underwear is on display. Unfortunately, the mat salleh guy was the oblivious type.

So there I was, enjoying my kueytiaw bakso and I looked in the mat salleh guys direction. Just as I'm looking away something catches my eye. And guess what I saw.

2 words. CALVIN CLASSICS

=.=

Its not a very pleasant thing, you know. To be eating and part of some guys underwear is just within your view. You try to avert your eyes to another direction but in this little corner of your mind, you know that the mat salleh guy at the table in front of you is wearing Calvin Klein underwear. Or so I assume la. For all I know, it could be Calvin Kelain, or worse, Calvin and HOBBES.

So, guys out there. Please make sure your tshirts are long enough to cover your boxers/briefs. Underwear peeking out of pants are a huge turnoff. To me, at least.
Females, please WEAR underwear. Its one thing when underwear peeks out of pants, but when ass starts peeking out... WHOA.
If you're gay, please make sure nobody sees your thong.

Peristalsis terlebih aktif

Whyyyyy is it whenever I wear my very-cool-girl-boxer-with-pink-elastic-and-electric-guitars-all-over underwear, I must get stomach ache? Is this some kind of curse? I'm not allowed to wear pretty patterned elastic boxer underwear?
Stupid stomach ache, dah la datang at the wrong time. Dahh kena duduk dalam toilet for the last 15 minutes of Whose Line Is It Anyway. I missed the Scenes From A Hat part! (ceh padahal taktau pon kalau ada that part in that episode)
I think this might be a medical condition. I'm girl boxer intolerant. Haha wtf

Grrrh

Bloody internet. Jam here, jam there. Stuck here, stuck there.
Aku ketuk skali, pecah kepala kot.

I think I might need an anger management course.