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January 5, 2006

my hot air balloon hovers awhile above the Hagia Sophia...

my hot air balloon hovers awhile above the Hagia Sophia... Posted at 05:15 PM

WHAT?! You were supposed to be only an SCS away, dimwit!

Anyhow/who (and you are?...),

I have flippin'eck tonnes-multiplied to tell but unfortunately nobody's giving me enough inspiration to tuh....tuh...tuh-ype....TYPE. Just yet. Yet meaning, I'm hoping someone will drop an anvil-load of an inspiration right about.......about......*tick-tock-tick-tock*.

Please be smart enough to be aware that obviously I'm not even writing sensibly anymore. Gimme hope, mes amis......3 crates-full would do.

...flourish.......FLOURISH!!!

Hasta muuuchos luegos...

lisbeth scott: where

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January 8, 2006

You want b*tch fit, I'll give you b*tch fit...

You want b*tch fit, I'll give you b*tch fit... Posted at 02:46 PM

I'd never thought I'd see the day when I get to see guys being total tr**ps. Newsflash- Wow.

You know the most depressing thing about this is that, they make other nicer guys look just as disgusting but hey, I'll stop myself from stereo-typing, because apparently I like to think that I have a considerable amount of respect for people, AND their privacy, REGARDLESS whether I count as their close most treasured friends or not. Yes I've made my bloopers even this year itself, good morning Malaysia, I'm not perfect. Damn I'm far from it, mind. Still I try to repent from my mistakes and you know what? Sometimes it never even satisfies enough.

It's unbelivable how only now it's occurring to me that some of you can be far bitchier than the inevitable gossip tarts that girls can sometimes be. You have no respect for the privacy of others, more like mine, had the insides to go telling another guy-friend of yours, fifty thousand kilometres away, little known spoofs, heck half of which even I MYSELF, the one being stuck IN IT, don't even have a slightest knowledge about. Uh-maaazing. First-class gossip queen, you go girl!

Hey you know what, it doesn't pay off making the other person swear on his death-bed to not let shit get to me, so as to make sure, I don't come over to bash you up, because at the end of the day, you're the bigger wimp then I ever was back then, no? I am not of your league and you know it. Go pick on some other hair-twirling girls that'd cry of the embarrassment I should be in right now but am not, just cos I'm a better person than you think I am, sweetcheeks.

Studies you should take up:

1. Respecting Privacy 101

2. How to Keep Secrets for Born Idiots

3. Guys Play Footie, Girls Play Pin-the-Tail-on-the-Gossip.....and not the other way round.

Nobody likes a tattle-tale snitch. Dang, you're a screw-up. Time for grown-up therapy, mate!

God bless you!

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Oh yeah, PS: My heart's set on veterinary, I've had a long talk about it over breakfast with my uncle this morning, and he got me hooked. Not looking at a typical 24 hour stationary clinic vet I'm talking BIG INVESTMENTS. Hello, entrepeneurship! I make not be making millions but heck, I'll love my job (if I get it) one day. Animal insdustry's looking up these days and if there's any country that needs an attitude adjustment towards animal welfare, Malaysia's one of them.

Godwillingly.

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January 12, 2006

'Belakang Ocean'...

'Belakang Ocean'... Posted at 04:32 PM

Right then, so you bet I have tonnes to talk about. It's only Thursday but the week's been hectic since day one and heck it's not done with me yet.

Anywho, Alex from Kuching 'bused' up to Ipoh on Monday afternoon to visit us and checked into Grandview Hotel; not too pricey so I suggested that. Only later that evening I remembered...dang, doesn't that place stand behind Ocean (The Store now, that is)? You know....like...belakang Ocean??.... So LOL, the inside joke was that, during our UNICEF-CRC camp, the Perakians did a sketch on child exploitation-pedophilia. So SOMEhow, since Ipoh's sort of infamous for prostitution hotspots at night, one of them being...di belakang Ocean, we decided to name our sketch just that creaHtive us.

. So the play was about an amateur gigolo of 17 and yada yada yada.....ANYhow...later on I texted him to ask and voila. Well as lousy as Ipoh can be, least he was in the midst of what the Perakian campers once portrayed Ipoh to be like.

. Disgracing us. Haha!

So next, Tuesday, was Hari Raya Korban. The plan for that day was that Alex were to go visit Siti's place to actually see the whole korban procession for the first time. Berlina was there too and supposingly Borneoans have a kind of vibe for each other, they both CLICKED for the first time from hour one as if they've known each other for yonks. LOL. Cuteness. So then I came by a wee bit later, picked them up and had them over to my place. See, my house is stuck in this sort f, a villagey area so along the way..."Is this still in Ipoh.....'cos suddenly it feels so like home.", haha! And for the first time I was proud enough to say, Yeah you're entering the biggest kampung Melayu in the whole of Malaysia."

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Right, so we ate again. My mum makes DIVINE eid food, lol. And I took it my friends ADORED my jammy tarts and other biscuits.

. After that I decided to take them for a stroll around the kampung. Here was the catch though, I was letting them tail me blindly to God knows where and GOT ALL FOR OF US LOST.

. Because apparently, m,y own neighbourhood itself is very...very alien to me since I almost always leave the house on four wheels and catch 2, I'm never the driver. Haha! So all sweaty and sticky we walked back the same way.

After that was a trip to the only coolest place in Ipoh...

...Jusco. Were going to pay a surprise visit to Azuan and Syafiq working at the sandwich...juice fusion thingy in front of The Body Shop. Were still doing shifts so Berlina, Alex, Siti and I decided to walk around for a bit while waiting for them to finish so we could go bowling together.

.....being silly koreans. Lol. clockwise from top- Azuan, Alex, Aimi, Siti, Berlina...

.....looking oh-so-creative

And oh, Azuan made us SUBLIME shakes on the house while waiting for his shift to end and GODdamnit was my Strawberry Monkey shake SUH-Bliiiiimmmeee......And then bowling was a stock of fun.

Then Siti's staying over at my place till Saturday. Sweetness.

Yesterday, woke up early and hitched a ride along with my sister to school. Met a couple of people. Drop by at my library and NEW CYBER CUBICLE IN THE AVA ROOM. Stupid inconsiderate school. All brand spanking new'ness' after we've left. Then I found out lots of my old teachers know what's been happening with myself ever since graduating through my oh-so-reliable sister who apparently didn't bother to story-tell about my idleness in a professional, reputative way, TA MUCH SWEETIE! Haha.

Then right after that went to join the guys for breakfast at Canning Garden's Hollywood and then car-strolled around the city to show the 'Cat-towner' what Ipoh looks like, really. Schools and stuff. AND OH YEAH, that oh-so-notorious area of town near MGS where hookers frolick. Lol! Someone will be having fun re-telling the whole story to his homies back home.

After that, dropped Alex at his hotel for check-out, talked a bit about how next it'll be the Ipoh-ans turn to go visit Kuching. It all started fairly mild and fluffy in the beginning....then suddenly we got all excited and planning where to stay, when to go, what to see, how much to pack and all of the sort. THEY GOT ME HOOKED, THEY DID!! Hahahaha, fly me over in a hot-air balloon, sil vous plait! I f**king miss the Sarawakians sooo much you've no idea. Lol. Somehow yeah, it's still not rubbing in enough how the Sarawakians and us have so much of a tight connection than the other staters.....not complaining!

Then at night went to Imax with Siti while waiting for our bowling lanes. Played more bowling. At night, Azimah came over to stay the night too. Self-invited it was, haha! Was on the phone for a good hour and tjhree quarters with Reena all the way in the Godforsaken land of the hornbills calling her godforsaken mobile! Lol I'll be done in when the bill comes but heck, won't be here at the time I hope.

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Today went to see Fran for the last goddamnit time at school. Saying no more, lol. Then straight away went to DR Park for our first CRC meeting in '06. Why DR Park, godhelpme I don't know. *rollseyes*. But heck, the outcome of it was fairly productive, I reckon. Will be seeing the organisation of a new youth association of Perak in conjunction with the state's social welfare department. Project at Ipoh International School was discussed. Looking up definitely. Divided duties and everything. Am designing our official tee-shirts and nametags and come up with our very own catch-phrase. Neatness!

So tomorrow will be meeting with Mr Louis Rozario concerning the IIS project. Until then. I'm all out of etiquettes to write properly again.

xxx

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January 15, 2006

like a pin cushion...

like a pin cushion... Posted at 08:38 AM

I despise packing. It's not really anything to be proud of knowing you suck at being a light traveller. The most irritating part of this next trip is that I don't know how long I'm going to be away for, for moaning out loud. Am gonna bloody miss my cats megafrikkinheaps you've no idea. Haha.

Am leaving at 2pm today and not started packing yet. Coming back on godknowswhen.

So I reckon my visits to the doctors from now on will almost always end up in me coming out a pin cushion only with the needles taken out. Apparently, maybe they think friendly prescriptions are too old fashion nowadays?! I'll repeat what I said the last time I got myself a jab.....THAT BLOODY HURT LIKE HELL, YOU IDIOT!!....dear God. This time around it was for this unknown insect bite that made my face turn toadskin-like and damnit it's itchy. But the lady doctor was pleasant, yeah. And I liked her until the part she poked into me and drained almost half of the bottle of i-don't-know-what and gotten me drowsy BIG TIME the entire night.

Went out again yesterday for Bernard's 18th birthday. Seriously didn't think it was going to be a whack anytime- I don't like hanging out in bigass tribes it annoys me...but hey it was super. Went to watch Pride and Prejudice and cor blimey the language they used was imeeennnsely gorgeous. I prefered the Tudors actually because Victorian dressings especially for the women look like them wearing petticoats and winter undergarments, lol, but whatever. Oh and the ending was a bit too brief, I think. Yeap.

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I've got to admit, for the past couple of weeks I've been an advisor to almost everyone I speak to, each one whom happened to have trusted me enough to share their love lives with but here's the complaint...I'm not that far into it myself, okay? So how is it that most of the time my advices work on other people but obviously what I preach almost never work on me? Lol, whatever, helping out makes me feel good. Complaint claimed back.

Alright, don't think I'll be having internet access in KL...there will be 2 apple laptops and a shiny I-mac at the apartment but WHY THE PLACE HAS NO INTERNET I seriously don't understand....tsk.

So pleeeeeease gimme a call whenever and you bet I mean it no questions asked I WILL be bored sometime of a day you know...

Kay, done! xxx

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January 19, 2006

MACINTOSH IS STUUUUPID

MACINTOSH IS STUUUUPID Posted at 12:01 PM

~WHERE I'M AT~

Bangsar Puteri Condo. Uncle Hakim's place. Properly-currently.....Uncle's neighbour's apartment 3 levels below, Uncle KK...because Uncle Hakim's apartment has, say it together now, -NO INTERNET-. *rollseyes*

~WTF ARE YOU DOING IN KL~

Brazillian jiu Jitsu training. Courtesy of Mr. Vince Choo, Uncle Hakim's other friend, who's the 2nd best jiu itsu artist in the whole of Malaysia, offereing to teach me combat self-defence. Comment.....BLOODY HAAAAAAAARD work. grapplegrapplegrapple-death lock-shrimp exercises-hip navigation = IT'S TIRING, OKAY??? Lol, but fun nonetheless. Uncle Vince is reeeeeally nice and patient considering strength I very much lack. Plus gym-ing more often these days. Going to the gym on days I don't have class. Am NOT GROWING BIG...just toned. Oh and plus my diet is being watched. I reeeeally dont mind the high-dairy diet at all!

~WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING OTHERWISE~

Went shopping a bit. Went ice-skating with Alex on Tuesday and shared stories. Oh some of which CONSIDERING A CERTAIN person I've since long wanted to get to know more about. Lol. Just a bit saddening that I'm having to find out from the person's friends rather than ITself. Lol. OH, and I made a pact, sort of like a contract thing, where I gave him my Kitchen Roll handmade book, for the whole Sarawak gang to desecrate....and keep it with them UNTIL I actually come oveer to Kuching one fine day. So either way, whether I'd want to or not, I'm gonna have to go over some day to get my baby back.

Otherwise, LOTS of DVD-watching. Uncle will be taking me for a special golden pass airing of King Kong one of these days. Am also looking forward to meeting up with other kl friends. But heck, I miss my more down-to-earth lifestyle back in ipoh, =).

~MISCELANEOUS~

Godhelpme I LOOOVE cats but my uncle's cat is the MOST SPOILT one ever. HELLO?? you were a stray once upon a time act humble?! She hisses and growls at me and always threatens to do my hand in everytime it's near enough. Stupid cat. I miss my very humble cats at home. MY WHOLE BODY HURTS and I hope I get use to it muy pronto! LOL. My neck feels like the musucles inside are tied up with leather belts. I have grazes on my feet. Otherwise....doing okay!

Oh, and I realise, insensitive people annoy me very much.

Love in a bunch!

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January 21, 2006

nosey people go to hell...

nosey people go to hell... Posted at 09:51 PM

You know what annoys me so overwhelmingly?..

NOSEY SALES ATTENDANTS.

And guess what...just cos you work in Marc Jacobs or Burberry or whatever, TYPICAL MALAYSIAN SALES ATTENDANTS ARE JUST SOOO BLOODY NOOOOSEEEEYYY.

No matter how high-classed the store you're working in is, no matter how polished the parquet floor is, no matter the fact that you get to wear cute little felt gloves because you'll be handling bags costing twenty thousand ringgit serving daughters of millionaires....at the end of the day, hey sweetheart, YOU'RE STILL A SILLY LITTLE SALES ATTENDANT PRISS so don't give me that look. I'm a customer, whether I'll be buying your shit or not, be nice to me?!

It's oh-so-annoying already when those at supermarkets, toiletry section, they trail you like a long wet piece of loo roll stuck to your jeans when you leave the bog. I DON'T NEED YOU TO TELL ME WHAT TO BUY OKAY?! GOOD GOD get off my back, right, I'll ask for help with my product WHEN and only when I ask for help. Which I might not. Because the most likely help I'd get from you is a recommendation of ANOTHER product. GET LOST!

DON'T ASK ME WHAT I WANT......unless I ask it from you myself. If I want to touch stuff on your shelves, my right, yes? If I'm standing by the aisle doing nothing but probably look like waiting for someone, IS IT YOUR TOSSING RIGHT TO ASK ME, "ARE YOU WAITING FOR SOMEONE?..." just because i refused your offer in asking me what i want. That's like so insulting in a very discreet way. As if saying, hey you were just browsing and not buying anything so you were actually ONLY waiting for you friend?? QUESTIONING MY PURPOSE OF BEING THERE IS OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE, byotch.

Oh and I don't like very...very PERKY sales attendants too. They scare me. With their triple glazing make-ups and super high-crooked eyebrows, a screeeechy voice and icy laugh. Ew ew ew.

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Yesterday I learnt the Americana, the leverage movement that ends in the attempt to dislocate the opponent's skapula...and the collar choke. Cekap stuff, lol, but my lower abdomen strength is still considerably low.

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Am actually stealing the modesty of uncle KK's apartment for his internet and he's not home. Lol. Sweetness...

I miss my room so much it kills. Lol. For very purposeful reasons, haha. There's this new cat my Uncle adopted from the streets. Her name is now Kelly. She's a two-month old semi-Persian and sooooo gorgeous. She likes climbing onto my lap and beeegs for a tummy rub, haha! She's my only friendly companion in the house when I'm not talking to my aunt and uncle, lol. Depressing.

K that's all!

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January 23, 2006

MY Roaming Glaswegian Badger...

MY Roaming Glaswegian Badger... Posted at 04:57 PM

Bloody hell..........SITI!!! SEAN BIGGERSTAFF kind of almost sort of LOOKS LIKE AMIRUL SENIOR!!!!

...go to my links, and click on -MINE-, and look at the first picture that pops up I tell you it took me less than very little seconds to hit me dead on on ON!

Anywho, yes I haven't been keeping myself much updated about MY ROAMING BADGER ie MY OLIVER WOOD ie MY...Sean Biggerstaff ever since that tosser James Cuaron who directed icky Harry Potter III didn't have him in it. Mindless fool. BUT...yes I'm still intolerably very much in love with him, oh yeah, so seriously, back off! He'll be turning 23 on the exact same day I'll be turning 18, nyehh. Yea I enjoy gloating on it, LOL. Hot stuff!

So okay, in other news, I am currently stupidly addicted to LITTLE BRITAIN you've noooo idea. I think it's the next best thing after the classic Mr. Bean and hell I can never get enough of it. Star World is playing silly games having it on and off like that. So disrespectful. The series is MADLY popular and given so much reputation in Britain they won tons of BAFTAs already and the main prodigies who also star in it, Matt Lucas and David Walliams also nabbed themselves Best Newcoming British Comedian once upon a time. THEY ARE BRILLIANCE in itself. This is the exact thing Malaysian need to learn from. Watch it, the best thing about it is that it's soooo bloody honest about the British social culture.....of transvestites, GAYS, racists, discriminists, posh bitches, teacher-student affairs, sex, teenage dilinquents, political affairs, everything, no hidings. They badmouth the prime minister like he's dead, they make it point blank clear that they're BLOODY RACISTS and having a gag about it but it's fine because British viewers would be looking at themselves and could well serve as an awareness motivation, no? Imagine a day when Malaysia airs a comedy show portraying datuks and other political (mind my french) wankers spending hundreds of thousands of government's-once-citizen's money on social outings to Cairo to watch belly dancing or Belfast for steins after steins of Bacardi, hmm?........=)

LITTLE BRITAIN EVERYONE!! I'm already done with the entire first season on dvd and I think currently they're working on their 3rd season already. Brilliance in a can of kicks. My favourites are Vicky Pollard the inarticulate teenage skank who talks like a bullet train with her "...yeah, but no, but yeah, but no, but yeah, but I ain't dun nothin or nothin so sha' ap!" LMAO. And The Prime Minister and his gay gay gay aide. Sooooo cute, lol.

I....can't....wait....to get back. =)

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January 28, 2006

a bag of salt and linekeer!!!

a bag of salt and linekeer!!! Posted at 02:55 PM

...that plus m&ms, a bag of diabetic biscuits, nutella, a glass of milk, a mac i-book, and a mountain of dvds. On the bed.

Yeap, that's all I'm about if I'm not OUT...and about. Pathetic really but I'm earning character in bed. Watching 10 films in a day does make me think hard. =)

...like how I STILL wish I was born scottish -braveheart

...how I wish I suffered from short-term memory lapse and get to feel pathetic for a GOOD reason -50 first dates

...i vow to take up French again and hopefully pronto -le divorce

...i want a gay bestfriend -little britain

.....see I still think well and managably.

Oh yeah, there's finally internet in the house. Better yet, there's wireless 1MB internet in the house. I dunno how much of a meaning that's supposed to make considering the number of steps to get to anywhere from anywhere in the appartment probably doesn't exceed 7 steps. Lol, but it'll be useful for their 4-storeyed house in July. My aunt and uncle are equally computer-illiterate themselves anywho. There will be no socially-knowledgable teen in the house anymore to teach them how to use the mac despite the fact that it is the first time that she herself is getting the hang of it, once I leave. Lol.

Oh yeah, not like it's anything brand spanking new but, I'm sprite-small, and apparently it's not an advantage to my practices apart from shrimping out of a situation or submitting. I know a handful of feats already, which work best with WEIGHT, and BRUTE STRENGTH. Lol. but knowing the feats for the time being is...an inteligible amount already at least. Im definitely having fun. Oh, and my instructor weighs about 33kg more than me, so imagine having to throw him around the dojo for an hour and a half each practice. It means I get to be a lanky, wilted vegetable each time afterwards. =). But doing okay nowadays. Not getting sores all over as much anymore, definitely. At this very moment, I just want to learn as much as possible, get done with this first basic phase for now, and go home. I miss home too much, lol. I want to having to wake up each day and know where to bring my feet to next and never stop. Here is like, either in or out. Well for the time being, until my uncle gets a proper home middle this year so at least there'll be a whole, proper house to roam then.

I get to go for a Louis Vuitton occasion next sunday. =). but that also means, I won't get to go home by then. Ptschk...

I was thinking, If I get the chance to turn a socialite, I'd just live half of it. I found I much prefer the simple, prim but simple, manageable life. No fuss, no muss. No 10 Fendis I'd be owning to make me feel guilty, that their worth is enough to feed a third-world country, heh.

If I have a fortune, I'd build lots of animal and children shelters. Or at least fund for some.

My family back in Ipoh are going to Damai Laut for dad's golf tournament next week do I NOT have the right to be bummed?

....tsk.

Kay, with a bucket of love!

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January 28, 2006

the stick goes back to YOU

the stick goes back to YOU Posted at 11:11 PM

Once upon a time, this blog had a series of all sorts that actually went about a certain, very particular 'topic' at a time. If you had been following it probably had been spelled out to you clearer than crystal. God I even wrote an entire POEM about. Come to think of it......it was actually the last poem I wrote. Didn't record down anymore after that......

Alright that has to change.

...but you know what has not changed? The fact that I am a very volatile person.

It means I make impacts that are only temporary. A one hit wonder. There are fifty thousand cords inside a man's brain but apparently I'm too weak to hold on to any one of them long enough to even make a difference. I suppose to people I'm not the type that's capable of leaving a mark that could actually mean something worth thinking about.

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February 1, 2006

look don't gimme evaarls!...

look don't gimme evaarls!... Posted at 12:32 AM

Here's the thing. 1 bloody whole week break from training for cny and that's like 3 classes missed and that, with bigger meaning....means that I'm definitely not going back as soon as I had to-self moaned for. God. And it feels almost too pathetic when friends ask when I'd be back then go, "dang, you're stuck there for long...". Pity makes my life sounds depressing to you and back to me. How about a big old traditional thumbs-up for good weeks ahead

On the ther hand, I've been thinking lots. Thinking sometimes lots of times gets me going even though it's shitty at burning fat. And lots of times also I get into overdrive and start making scenes in my head. Practically pixel-perfect. Using real-live characters, and while doing it I'll be shifting people in and out getting the right ones in the right scenes. Arrange proper conversations and all and sometimes, when I happen to suddenly come up with a good sentence or quote-sortofs I'd note them down for future usage. Everything, facial expresisions and all, props, damnit everything. I'd be improvising bit by bit, always changing, then recapping...

I want my mental plays to start breathing. They're not idealistic, but twisted routes meeting reality. Less brusque than should be. Training myself how to handle constant insensitivity from around in ways that works, just works. I figured i can't be sticking daisies into people's hair just cos they've been nasty without realising it. Reverse-psychology then...only it'll never happen cos them whole bucketload of crap have only been so far imaginary.

And I figured. People have no right to be insensitive, and stays comfy with it. Nobody should be forced to accept somebody else's downright screwed-up attitude just cos the other person says, "this is me as always, u should learn to accept it..." Hello?! Attitude adjustment, you stupid cow. Your 'cool' is fugly as it is, alright, so shove it.

In other news. STILL thinking of a name or Perak's youth-for-youth organisation. I'm thinking DEfinitely less-political more comercial, public-friendly, catchy. Nothing too old-fashioned and protocol-ish.

Oh yea and I hate racists' guts major. It's bad enough that once upon a time in another continent people stereo-type you all the time but it's just plain gayness to get stares from people IN YOUR OWN BLOODYSAKES COUNTRY for sobbing out loud. Don't bloody give me sloppy service and martian looks just cos I'm Malay and that you THINK I'm sort of, kindaf likely, typically out of place cos being in this country, hi, you're just well out of order. Face it, typical Malaysian etiquettes, SUCK. Some peoples' are basically based on bumwiping bigger more important people putting their own arses someplace secondary. Cheapsters. Just to get f**king recognition and power like that. This culture probably dates back to the time when royal subjects of Malaccan sultans mollycoddled their kings and the whole bum-licking thing just to be 'put' somewere by

the sultan. Disgusting.

Oh, back to racists.....STOP IT YOU DIMWITS! It's not like you're even Europeans to be so goddamned discriminative. I'd be cheesed off with Europeans or whatever being racist but yeah, MALAYSIANS, hello, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?? Bloody tossers. Go look at yourself in the mirror.

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