Mills’ Bar Room Brawl

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This is the funniest clip ever!!!

Watch it!

You can thank me later *winks*

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I’ve found my old poem by chance. I like this piece the best! I’m not much of a poet, but sometimes when the moon is at its right alignment, i could write fairly well.

Enjoy muchacos!

Del Sol

I have danced with the Gypsies,   

And laughed at its magic,   

They said “put the whiskey back in it shelf,   

Why do you go on hurting yourself?”   

Don’t ask me how,   

But I have put the past away.   

The books, they were written for you, words you can’t outrun,   

You cured and killed me all at once.   

But that’s okay.   

I have put the past away.   

I wish to soar like Icarus’ flight,   

But the Sun … Del Sol,   

You have won the fight.   

You melted the wings that I had on.   

Del Sol,   

We had our time.   

But that’s okay,   

You were never mine. 

I have a love-hate relationship with my weighing scale.

Some mornings when i stepped onto it, i feel like throwing it against the wall (Oy!). Other times, i feel like it deserved a gold medal.

Last night my housemates and i went out for supper. I’ve never had housemates in my life and i find it cool when the five of us could really hang out together. I’m such a nerd!

My kittens are running riot. They would ‘fly’ from one end of the room to the other, leaving turn-over cups and deodorant and perfume bottle behind. Picking up after them is not the problem. The headache is when they’re terrorising your feet when you’re picking up the cups.

I can’t wait for them to grow up when all they do is sleep, walk, eat, scratch themselves, shit, pee and sleep.

Alvin Ilang would like to refute my previous entry. He said i’m not beautiful nor am i gorgeous. He only said i’m hot.

Apparently i’m not pretty la kan????

Last thursday i found out that i’m quite a fighter. I was gassing up at this Esso station when the bangla behind the counter talked to me as if i owe him money. So i went inside and said "Tak boleh cakap elok-elok ka?". The argument went on for a good 10 minutes when the bangla didnt want to admit defeat. I was shouting and throwing tantrums, asserting my right as a customer. I strongly feel Esso shouldn’t advertise smiling and helpful attendants. They should just advertise their clean toilets.

Also, i’ll be stringing for the Star newspaper. It’s a part time thing. Nothing to shout about. But as Borat puts it, "I am excite!"

Nad mentioned that if i publish my blog, she’d be a fan. Not a first person to say that to me, but they’re just too kind la! *blushes*

Hmm…i can write for fun when there are no restriction to grammar and word structure. But when you have to be serious about it, it just kills the drive.

It’s 10 minutes to 10 a.m. I’d kill for a Big Mac.

Robyn died in Malaysian airwave, but she’s still pretty much alive in Sweden.

Here’s a clip of Robyn belting out ‘Be Mine’, acoustic version. Good song, everyone. Good song.

Wentworth Miller is the only man on earth that could kill me with just his gaze.

I’m serious.

If Wentworth Miller’s a god, then there wouldn’t be war or unhappiness in the world!

I for one, would just want to listen to him and do whatever he wants! I’d be very pious, and whatever i do i shall only have him in me mind.

And the promise of seeing him in the hereafter.

I want a Wentworth Miller altar!

My best friend in the whole universe, Idora, officially moved in with me earlier this month.

And everyone have the hots for my male housemate, Zaid.

I still take my coffee black as night, and sweet as sin.

Bought a new black dress and a pair of white shoes that cancel out each other.

The omnipotent ‘They’ once said "You learn a new thing everyday"

Well…‘They’ are right.

I learnt that there’s a clinic that carries out abortion just a stone throw away from my house.

A dear friend of mine from KL called me up and said she needed help.

Help, in her case, is she is with a child and like she told the doctor, she isn’t keen about it. Although she is of age, she’s not financially secure yet. She can only feed the baby grass from her front lawn.

After many smses sent back and forth, she said she knows about this clinic in Penang that does it. I said i would come along for cheap thrill.

When someone mention abortion clinic, my mind always project a place with a butcher doctor wielding a butcher knife with loads of rats and roaches running all over the place. So when i reached the clinic, i was in for a surprise!

The nurses were all in uniform and the reception area looked like a specialist center, if not a hotel lobby. ‘Elevetor’ music played in the background and there is also a nice, canopied garden filled with benches for people to smoke and ‘fathers-to-be’ were seen occupying the benches, looking like they have dropped their balls.

That’s about the place.

Earlier i have mentioned that i don’t judge. It’s not my style. But as i was sitting at the reception area, i was judging like crazy!!!

Sinned as Cain, here are some of my judgments:

1) When i saw three nepalese couples waiting to get the ‘procedure’ done, i thought "Orang suruh datang Malaysia buat kerja, bukan buat anak".

2) When i saw a mother taking her daughter there and obviously not to treat hay fever, i thought "If i were her, i would be surprised that my daughter is even having sex, much less having a baby! Just by looking at the daughter already feels illegal! I wonder how she brings her up…"

3) When i saw this groovy looking aunty who sells wan tan mee at my favourite kopitiam, i thought "God, I can’t believe wan than mee hawker has sex life!"

Girls, prevention is better than cure. If you’re doing the period math, bring a calculator to bed. Abortion isn’t simple. A Nepalese girl walked to the exit looking like she delivered ten babies at one go after the abortion.

Someone’s gotto pay, i guess. The world is for your taking but when you have to go thru this shit, it eats you up emotionally and mentally, leaving you hollow inside.

To the curious mind, even if you’re not with a child and up for a cheap thrill, you can still fake a diarrhea and pay the clinic a visit.

Just for some kicks, ask the doctor why there are so many ‘Women Reproductive System’ poster everywhere in the reception area. *winks*

To illustrate the foolishness of becoming a blind follower in a religion, there is a story about the death of Sargal Singh.  Sargal Singh was very much loved by a merchant, and so when Sargal Singh died, the merchant shaved his head and wore dark clothes.  When another man came into the merchant’s shop, he asked who had died.  "Sargal Singh has died," said the merchant.  The visitor did not want to seem ignorant and so did not ask who Sargal Singh was, but he also shaved his head and wore dark clothes.  Other people in town began to follow, not wanting to appear ignorant.  When anyone asked who had died, they replied, "Sargal Singh has died."  When a minister of the king saw so many citizens in mourning he also wore dark clothes and shaved his head.  But when the king saw this, he inquired, "Why are you mourning, and for whom?"  "Sargal Singh," the minister replied.  The king asked, "Who is that?"  When the minister couldn’t answer the king told him to find out.  The minister then inquired and inquired and finally reached the merchant.  "Who is Sargal Singh?"  The merchant replied, "Sargal Singh was my donkey, whom I loved very much."

Hmm…guys, forget Osama bin Laden. We have a jihad fanatic right at our doorstep.

http://www.menj.org/2007/05/01/i-love-her-eyebrows/

This guy doesn’t take criticism well, the way i see it. I could understand if he meant to defend Islam, but most of his comments about other religion, particularly Christian, were unprovoked.

It’s amazing how someone could be so well read, yet so narrow at the same time.

Being a pious Muslim, he should know that the very core of Islam is love, not hate.

This is the problem in Malaysia. I remember having to sit thru agama classes in my secondary years listening to how the jews and christians are dogs, simply because they don’t believe in Prophet Muhammad. The Ustazs here teach the young ones to hate other religion, and this blogger is the creation of such practise.

Kafir, genteel and pagans….are the people who don’t believe in Islam. But aren’t they human as well?

I don’t jugde. It’s not my style. But since this dude have so much to say about the Christians and how Hannah Tan’s eyebrow makes her a whore, Menj, try to answer me:

What do you think of the tudung girls caught kissing and flashing their sacred titties/aurat on camera?

Islam, the religion is perfect.

Not the muslims.