Monday, May 19, 2008
I'm not Chinese, I'm Malaysian... yerdeh.
Three hours at the Carwash with my ex-lecturer is enough to satisfy my weekly demand for gossip.
I haven't met him for months (ever since he squashed all my hopes of him being gay by getting a girlfriend). Some more, he complained that I don't feature him in my blog anymore.
Cannot-lah sir, later your bitch thinks that I'm going after you then she gets jealous and goes into a homicidal rage and burn all my college records and bathe my car in acid, then how? LOL.
I got rather annoyed this afternoon while grocery shopping with my family. My mother gave me grief for buying RM1 worth of lemongrass because she thought there were still some left in the fridge. Before I could explain myself, my father added, "Always like this. You never check before you buy."
I actually stomped my foot and half-yelled, "DON'T.HAVE.ANYMORE!!!"
Bloody hell, I'm the only one in the house who uses lemongrass (sup kambing, anyone? Not.) and I sure like hell would remember if there were any left in the fridge. My mother's the amnesiac-yet-compulsive shopper in the family. She's the reason why we have to throw out frozen tomatoes on a weekly basis. She's also the reason why I am forced to incorporate tomatoes in nearly everything I cook. She's the reason why I have to cook stuff that I don't feel like cooking, because if I don't, the stuff will spoil and my father will start bitching about food going to waste.
After bitching about my poor RM1 lemongrass, we left the supermarket and my mother spotted two donation boxes - one for the victims of the China earthquake and the other for some tragedy in Myanmar (I think). My mother, being the kindhearted soul that she is, decided to put some money in the boxes (definitely more than RM1). Feeling spiteful, I asked my sister, "How many people died in China earthquake?"
"More than 30,000 I think," she replied.
"Wow, I bet the Chinese government is thrilled that nature is providing them with POPULATION CONTROL ON A LARGE SCALE. And why do people even bother donating to China? As if the government isn't rich enough. Do you know that China has the largest reserve of US dollars?"
Labels: racist, rant
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 8:38 am ::
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Ems, this one's for you
I seriously doubt the quality of young lawyers and soon-to-be-lawyers these days.
Maybe I do sound like I'm generalizing - lumping the good and the bad together, so I'll try to be more specific: I worry about the quality of young lawyers and soon-to-be-lawyers from this particular college right in heart of the city. Literally.
Those I have met:
Lawyer #1: Is a good friend. When it comes to "creative discussions", I can bury him under the table any day. Any subject is fair game - his mother, his sister, his dog, his salon girl, his love for snogging transvestites etc. Sure I don't fight fair, but then again I'm not a lawyer what. Haha.
Soon-to-be-lawyer #1: Old guy, maybe in his 40's or something. Married with kids. Extremely horny, and not at all discriminating. As long as you're female, you're fair game. Which actually makes the whole situation more insulting than flattering.
Soon-to-be-lawyer #2: Is a bimbo of the highest order. To be fair, I've never spoken to her before, but her reputation precedes her far and beyond. Reputable sources tell me the same thing: she's not exactly dumb, but she doesn't bother to use her brains. And she held onto the bimbo act for far too long, until it became a permanent part of her personality.
Soon-to-be-lawyer #3: Is a rich kid who doesn't have to work. I don't think he even attends classes because he's always either getting drunk or playing online PC games. I know he's not dumb because once in awhile he'll sprout random legal jargon, especially those pertaining to rape/sodomy charges.
Lawyer-has-been #1: Is another bimbo, but somewhat smarter than the aforementioned Miss Bimbo. An eternal student. Back in 1998 she was in the same college as I was, taking some American university program. Fast forward a few years later and she's doing law in the college in the heart of the city. But I don't think she completed the course. Perhaps another twenty years down the line, when my kids enter college, they'll probably have her as a classmate.
Lawyer-has-been #2: Is a dumb ex-rich kid. Academically I'm not too sure how bright he is, but if his actions can be used as an indicator of his mentality, I'd say he's as screwed up as Paris Hilton during her pussy-flashing sessions. This guy's a male bimbo who's main aim in life is to have the latest gadgets and unlimited blowjobs. Despite his pretty boy looks, he repeatedly fails in scoring pussy because he reeks of Eau de Desperation and no girl likes a desperado.
Unless he's rich and drives a nice car.
If I ever need a lawyer, I'm gonna choose one who:
- Has done CLP. CLP is probably the best tool out there to weed out the undesirables.
- Has never put nude/semi-nude photos of himself/herself online. Have some respect for the profession, please.
- Can consistently win arguments. Actually horh, I don't care if my lawyer fights clean or dirty in court. Bottom line is he/she must win the case for me. Apart from them, I don't care how they do it.
- Looks like a lawyer. Which means clean and smart-looking. No visible piercings and tattoos. No brightly coloured hair. No weird accessories (ethnic beaded necklace, plaited leather bracelet etc). Unless he can give me a 101% guarantee that he'll win the case for me, following which he can wear whatever he damn well wants.
Labels: bimbos, lawyers
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 8:09 am ::
Saturday, May 10, 2008
I think this photo's kinda fucked, but I don't have any photo editing software on my notebook except for Picasa. So I made Bella "glow". Haha.
Miss Bella has settled down a fair bit from her former hyper-snappish self and everyone's glad. Initially my mother had some misgivings because Bella wouldn't eat dried mealworms unlike PPBoy, but it seems that she's very good at eating raw vegetables.
My mother likes kids who eats their vegetables. :)
So far Bella has eaten cabbage, long beans, lettuce, kailan, xiao bai cai, rock melon, bittergourd and cucumber. Very healthy.
She still doesn't let me pick her up, but when the moon is in line with Uranus and I happen to be holding a sunflower seed, she'll consent to delicately traipse across my palm to retrieve the seed. On occasion, I'll hold her in my hands for a few seconds before releasing her. Any longer and she'll start to get edgy.
If I have one complain about Bella, it's her obsession with hygiene. She's very good at using her potty, but she'll only use it for three pee sessions. After that, she thinks it too dirty for her liking and she'll pee elsewhere. So annoying. And it's not like she doesn't have anything to line her potty to absorb the pee. I use imported Breeder Celect cat litter for her, which is alot more expensive than the clay litter PPBoy used, because initially Bella had a bad habit of eating cat litter.
As a result, I have to wash her potty and change the litter almost every night. I still cannot get over the fact that my hamster pees on recycled Australian paper pellets. I wonder if I can just line the potty with copious amounts of newspaper. After it's still paper. And alot cheaper.
In other news, my friend just sms-ed me to ask for instructions on consuming Postinor. Hmm, I thought instructions came with the box, but apparently her pills are not recently bought. I hope they still work though. I don't think her 54yo partner would appreciate being a father right now.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 1:46 am ::
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
RPK David vs Goliath government
Raja Petra Kamaruddin is my idea of a perfect man. He's highly intelligent and passionate about what he believes in. He gets bonus points for being a Malay of royal blood (he is the cousin of the Sultan of Selangor) and having a thing for Chinese women.
Unfortunately, he's 58 years old and also married to a Chinese woman.
These days, he's making headlines as the first blogger in Malaysia to be charged under the Sedition Act. According to The Star Online
, Raja Petra is accused of publishing the article “Let’s send the Altantuya murderers to hell
” in his website www.malaysia-today.net
. The article is alleged to have contained nine paragraphs of seditious words.
IMHO, anyone who have been following Raja Petra's fiery articles should know the nature of his writings. He has never been one to sugarcoat his words. Frankly, I'm surprised that the government hasn't clamped down on him long ago. He's been slamming Badawi, Khairy, Mahathir and various MPs for as long as I can remember. Also, I remember once when he lodged a police report that UMNO had appointed 25 "cyber-troopers" to post seditious messages on his website.
In his post
, Raja Petra said that when asked by a police officer how he knew about the UMNO tactic, he said he had paid informers inside the party.
"I bribe them to feed me information," he wrote.
"I just slam RM1,000 onto the table and ask them to tell me everything, and they sing like a canary. It is not that hard to buy information."
I have this feeling that Raja Petra is actually enjoying himself. His royal heritage has given him a higher level of immunity compared to commoners. Should he be charged? Well, if he had to be, I would say yes... but for libel, not sedition. However, the one thing that makes me suspicious is why was he arrested after that particular Altantuya post, and not the others? What makes the slamming of the Deputy PM and his wife more special than slamming the PM, his nephew and the other cronies?
Unless there's a truth in those writings.
Like someone always to say, "If you didn't do anything wrong, why should you be scared, right?"
Labels: Malaysian politics, Raja Petra Kamaruddin, RPK
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 7:33 pm ::
Monday, May 05, 2008
That's one name and number less in my phonebook
He didn't wish me happy birthday this year.
I am very much a creature of habit. Every year, I definitely know who I'm getting presents and birthday greetings from. Not all greeters are givers, but all givers are greeters. Since we broke up, we both switched from being givers to greeters.
He'll sms me twice a year - on CNY and on my birthday. Without fail.
This year he didn't.
At first I had this niggling feeling at the back of head. I mean, it's bad enough that we've downgraded from talking to texting, but do we have abolish that too? Does that mean that if we ever do bump into each other one day, I'm suppose to pretend I don't know you? I mean, c'mon... the two plus years... was it THAT bad? Haha. If my memory serves me correct, I know I cried oceans when it ended, but it was one of the better breakups because it didn't take me too long to get over the pain.
And then I remembered that he was no longer working in his old hometown and he's probably pursuing his ambition of finding a wanita soleha in some very Islamic state in West M'sia. One that covers herself up from head to toe, prays five times a day without fail, and doesn't give him grief by clubbing till the wee hours in the morning two days in a row.
Actually I am very happy for him. So happy, that I'm practically giggling while typing this.
Labels: The Ex
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 1:16 am ::
Sunday, May 04, 2008
I hate neopets
My birthday haul this year:
A pair of Adidas slippers
RM50 DiGi reload
Arthur Spiderwick's Field Guide to the Fantastical World Around You
Mirrormask: The Illustrated Film Script
Birthday dinner (from parents)
Pre-birthday dinner (from B)
Post-birthday Japanese buffet (from him, her, him and his friend)
Ems, if you're reading this, I need more neopoints please please please. I blew everything furnishing my bloody neohome. And I still want a paintbrush... *sniff*
Nacho Libre is next on HBO.
Gosh I'm hungry.
Will blog later when I'm feeling more coherent.
Posted by Hedonistics Anonymous :: 5:35 am ::