Mills’ Bar Room Brawl

Kampung tudung girls caught on camera, what do we muslims have to say about it?

I’m not a tudung hater. Oh no please. In fact, i feel their resentment whenever i as much as share an elevator with them. I know what am i to them.

I’m the bad girl. The girl without tudung whom you see smoking with the other boys. I’ve been called a slut all my life by these people, but they don’t know me. I don’t hurt others.

Also, i know they hate me coz they can’t be me.

So here’s the story. They hate me so much. They say i’m a bad muslim coz i don’t act like one. They condemn me to hell before God himself does.

But what happens when the very same people who preach religion, are caught on camera?

Look. We’re human. It’s understandable that all human are sexual. Even the Dalai Lama. If you have to kiss your boyfriend so bad, kiss in private.

If you want to capture the moment like this couple above, TAKE OFF THE DAMN TUDUNG! I know it’s kinky and you’re curious, but don’t be stupid.

When you wear tudung, people know you’re muslim. I don’t wear tudung, so i could be a hindu for all i care if i’m kissing everyone in town.

Come to think about it, there’s a reason why all the boys said tudung girls come cheap. They’re the easiest to be laid.

I don’t like this statement one bit.

So tudung girls, please leave no evidence of your shenanigans. You don’t have to be on the cover of Time magazine to be a great person, but you don’t want to wind up being a subject of embarrasement all your life either.

All said and done, not all tudung girls are cheap. I’ve known some city tudung girls who are cool and not judgmental. They’re great! Emme, Minah and Timmy are fine example.

You know what people? Education is the answer. The government should build more school in the remote area.

Hence why the majority of mat rempits are malays. They have peas for brains and the discipline of intoxicated monkeys.

I wonder how Malaysia going to move forward if we continue to let Malays and Samy Vellu to run the country?

I’ve never been on a blind date. And in my daily nerd convention (i’m talking about my work place, not the Star Wars Convention in Pasadena), i’m the odd one out.

Blind dates, from what i’ve heard, are often tragic. It could get so uncomfortable and boring, you wish you agreed to meet up for lunch instead of buying the tickets to "Napoleon Dynamite".

Sometimes, you know it’s over the minute you sat down.

I once told my friends that for a blind date, always have  a contingency plan ready. For instance, you’re meeting him at 7 for dinner. Tell him you have to be elsewhere at 8:30. If he turns out to be a bore, then you only have approximately an hour and a half to go thru boredom-induced coma.

Ok fine, here’s a confession. I went to a blind date, long time ago. Just for kicks.

I took one look at the guy and ran away.

Girls can be bitchy.

Yesterday, curious of how a blind date could turn out and eager to prove the urban myth wrong, i tagged along a friend to her blind date. It actually turned out well, for both of them. Both are regular church goer, they both love comics, and they both love to travel and in between them, there’s always something to talk or laugh about.

I, on the other hand, found myself studying the salt and pepper shaker.

At one point, i almost slept on my pancake.

"When it comes to exes, why is there a competition?"

A friend asked me privately. Words on the street is she was in love and it didn’t work out.

What prompted her to ask me was because she felt that she had to be with a better looking man than the ex, and she had to go to more parties than his ex.

Yet she still love him and secretly wishes they could be back together. She still has this little emotional attachment that she refuses to tell me about.

Then it got me thinking. What if you get too caught up in this senseless competition, you spend your time plotting each other’s murder, that you miss out on the chance to with one another?

Truth be told, the competition exist because you still feel for the other.

I mean, yeah, it’s tragic, you were in love but it didn’t work out. Take a chance.Tell him what you truly feel. I mean, wishing is just no good.

If he isn’t on the same level with you, then accept that. One can only try that much.

Two days later, she came back crying even louder. And she put on 2 more sinful kilos. Apparently, she heeded my advice, and she was introduced to something even worse than rejection; the ex is now engaged!

"I mean, i went thru so much pain getting over him. I kept stuffing my face and two weeks later i look like a bloated starfish and he still look damn good and he’s engaged! I don’t think the break-up affect him much!" She said.

I sighed. I’ve heard worst story.

Men are capable of putting up a front. Something to do with ego, so i’ve been told. It’s just in their genetic code.

I tried to comprehend that as well. Why women often wear their heart on their sleeves, and men could be an arse. But well, we will never understand men and neither could they understand women.

One friend said that if men were women, they would be comparing the size of their tampons!

If i’m married to him, i’d sleep with his best friend and claim temporary insanity!

*Z* has issues to iron out, i swear. Not only he goes around making others feel like a piece of crap, he overstep his boundary by prescribing rules so absurd, he makes living on the moon possible!

First, it was my cats. Then, it was Idora. The fact that she’s female doesn’t sit well with him, apparently. Others could sit and take his shit, but not me. I’m not going to be his bitch.

Call me evil, but when you live together, no one should feel ‘menumpang’, and no one should make others feel ‘menumpang’.

If only there’s a way to divorce him.