Men's disposable panties

I was in Japan's $5 shop and I saw this:

Men's disposable panties


We're just a heart beat away
One touch could make it happen
We can reach the other side
If we hold on to the passion


I was like,

"Hmmmmmm is this some kind of instruction or what?"

"Is this a description of male mast***ation?" 

"Is this why the men need to have disposable panties?" 

roflmao

The sun is shining

Im just happy. Feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. Watching the stars through the rooftop. Smell the rain

Thank you God for my senses
:) :) :)

Sweet, sweet sin

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Be
Discreet.
Nervousness.
Palpitation.
Anticipation.
Don't change your mind darling.
You know better that I won't.

Moses? David? Jesus?

Lind Say and I was discussing about religions over lunner (lunch + dinner). We were talking about Jesus, Qoran, ladidadida you know what Im talking about. Then, she asked me Muslims views of Jesus and all. I know deep down that I was in no position to talk about religion if I do not have ample knowledge to support it. I somehow thought I have oversimplified it when I told her that Jews, Christians and Muslims came from the same root. That the bible for Muslims is al-Quran sent from Allah through Muhammad pbuh. That the Bible is through Jesus. And I mistakenly said that Torrah is David's.

I came home and told Syal about our conversation and she said "Mira! It's not David's, it's Moses'!". I was horrified to have made such a horrendous mistake! I realized that night that if you do not have the knowledge, how can you talk about things you do not know, apart from making you a foolish, self-righteous person?

I opened the Quran translation at random that night, and randomly read it. Guess which verse I came to? I have to emphasize it again and again, I opened it at random.

al-Baqarah (2:44)

Enjoin you al-Birr (piety and righteousness and every act of obedience to Allah) on the people and you forget (to practise) it yourselves, while you recites the Scripture (Torrah)! Have you no sense?

In your face, Azmira. In your face.

Garbage bag bergulung cap Tractor Chow

Instructions:

1. Tear out the plastic bag
2. Put plastic bag properly into the dustbin
3. When it is full of rubbish, please tie up with string
4. Please throw into the majlis dustbin

I was at Jusco Sunway Pyramid buying groceries when I stumbled upon this Garbage bag bergulung cap Tractor Chow. I read the instructions. I was like, WTH is MAJLIS dustbin???

*roflmao*

Free verse 4-10-5-5-4

O yesterday,

An orang putih lady shed a tear,

Lost in translation,

Trapped in traffic jams,

A warm welcome.

Pimply story

Before you read, please know that this is a story of a man and my pimples.

I have tried so hard (and still am battling) to eliminates my pimples through taking medication, topical creams and natural remedies. Nowadays I don't have as much pimples, but during menstrual macam ni, one or two will definitely break out.

Background info:

My cubicle at work is second from the last row. Behind my cubicle is the most eccentric man in our office, Mr. B. He is a not-so-tall man, large in the middle area, age 48, acne-scarred dark skin, has very unpleasant manners towards some people he thinks he can bully, disobeying orders from authorities at work and so on. Mr. B joined this office about 5months ago. He is overly friendly in the most displeasing way you could ever think of. He mencarut-carut loudly in the office once after receiving an assignment from his head of department. He took off for weeks without permission, he comes to work at 9am instead of 8am, he goes to his illegal minum pagi and lunch for hours and just comes back to the office to sleep and to clock out. (please remember, he is quite new to the office)

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Pimpling the pimple story:

Mr. B was walking towards his cubicle, which is behind my cube, then after passing by my cube for a few feet, he 'gostan' (English: go astern) to my cubicle and stared at my face intensely. I was a bit disturbed from my reading then looked up at him. Then he said,

"yiiii ape pasal muka banyak pimple ni? merah-merah tu"

I felt like slapping his face as an immediate reaction, but I thought twice and decided to laugh it off.

"hahaha, dah nak ada pimple nak buat camne kan?"

I thought that was it, but...

"tak taruk ubat ke? macam takde buat apa-apa pon kat pimple tu"

and that was the time I feel like screaming my bloody intestines out onto his face.

"MR. B, WITH DUE RESPECT, PERUT BUNCIT YOU TU, YOU TAK MINUM TEA DETOX KE APA-APA KE? TU KAWAH-KAWAH BEKAS ACNE KAT MUKA YOU TU, TAK PAKAI BIO-OIL KE? "

I screamed at him.

In my heart.

Shit.

My hundreth post

I thought I smelled you just now.
I swear that YOU are the only one with that sweet scent.
And I smelled you.
Gosh it's been forever.

:'(

New Year 2011!

So, year comes and year goes.

My new year resolutions for 2011:

1. To be better at explaining things when asked questions
2. To look professional/tidy for work :P
3. To stop fidgeting while talking

Just a short entry for now. And will be busy for the next three weeks. Hopefully I will have time to write. haiyaiyayaya