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Today is Friday September 21, 2018
  • How Old Is Angelina Jolie?

    I won a RM50.00 bet because I was most certain she was in her early 30’s.

    Me! who reads all tabloids and gossip magazines she can get her hands on!

    My sister thought she was 40 years of age. The person who lost the bet to me? Thought she was in her late 30’s.

    Angelina Jolie was born in 1975 – she is 33 years old. Oh, and she is now pregnant with twins.

  • VW Cars Sdn Bhd Off Federal Highway, Petaling Jaya

    WORST! Most inefficient service EVER!

    As you may have read here, I got into a car accident on Christmas eve.

    I sent my car to VW Cars Off Federal Highway on the 28th December 2007. I am yet to receive my car despite numerous calls to them. They promised to get my car to me before Chinese New Year. Such LIARS!

    And what do I find out today?!

    They spray painted my car the WRONG COLOUR! How that is possible is beyond my understanding!

    Does that mean they will just spray paint the correct colour (assuming they get it right this time) on top of the coat of paint that was spray painted on wrongly?

    I am so upset! Don’t ever send your car there!

    And I tried to email VW Malaysia to complain about the quality of their authorised dealers – and what do you know?! Their email contact given does not exist!

  • Back Off!

    Personal Space Invaders, and I don’t want them to f*#king cast their shadows on me!

    It really makes me want to smack them hard on the face when they get too close. I don’t need ANYONE breathing down my neck, nor looking over my shoulder, or appear to be trying to look down my blouse. If I can smell you! You’re definitely too close and should back the f*#k off!

    What is it with people who like to stand really close to you when in a queue? I just don’t get it!

    I was waiting in line to clear immigration at the airport the other day. And this man with no sense of boundaries starts standing really close to me. I could not move away as that would mean getting close to the person in front of me – and I did NOT want that. I don’t like close contact, or ANY contact with strangers.

    He had his newspapers under his arm, and kept poking me with it. I was THAT! close to screaming assault and slapping him in the face. The more rational me, instead told him to stop poking me with his newspapers.

    I could feel the anger rising up from my toes to the end of the tip of my hair when he replied – “Oh. But I only did it ONE time”.

    OH! So he DID! KNOW! that he was poking me with his newspapers because he was standing so close! Never mind that he thought he had only poked me ONE time. I was stabbed with his newspaper 7 times before I could no longer tolerate it.

    I am so lame! I retorted – “Now that you know that you are poking me with your newspaper, please stand further away, and stop doing it!”.

    I cannot believe THAT! was my only response. Why didn’t I slap him? Why was I not more abusive? Was that the best abusive sentence I could come up with? Why didn’t I scream vulgarities at him?

    The nerve of that man when he mumbles under his breath that it was only ONE time that he had poked me with his newspaper.

    If only my turn wasn’t up next…..

    Sigh… I am so hopeless! And so lame!

  • PUBES! – (WARNING! Do not read while eating)

    I LOATHE! public toilets. I HATE! community toilets. I DESPISE! having to share a toilet.

    But I can’t very well go the entire day without going potty.

    And to make my experience worse – I find PUBES! left on the toilet seat. YES! ON.THE.TOILET.SEAT. I think that is the abolute-st worst-est thing to find left behind by the person that had entered the toilet just before me. NO THANK YOU FOR THE PRESENT!

    It further puts me off that it is a 1.5 inch long pube – and I start having eeky-yucky pictures in my head as I ‘see’ in my head this lovely young lady with a FOREST of 1.5inch long pubes. I KNOW! WHO’D LEFT THE PUBE! Why didn’t she just sweep it on to the floor, or take it with her?

    Any other hair – on a woman – that is not on the head – IS.VERY.GROSS!

    Other disgusting things left behind in toilets are: wee drip stains, droplets of menstrual you-know-what, crap – yuck, yuck, yuck!

    Why don’t people practise toilet courtesy? The least they could do is FLUSH! It’s not like they are PAYING! for the water!

    And some people find the need to take a ‘shower’ on the toilet bowl and end up wetting the entire toilet in the process.

    I did warn you this post is gross.

    So – what’s the worst thing that got left behind for you?

  • Chicken Parts – Definition at KFC

    I have been having an unsettling craving for KFC for 2 weeks. I succumbed and decided to pig-out, despite my fast-expanding waistline, post-festive-holiday season.

    The scenario at Kentucky Fried Chicken at Midvalley Megamall:
    KFC Girl: Good afternoon. May I have your order please.
    Me: I’d just like 2 piece chicken, Original Recipe. No breast meat, please.*
    KFC Girl: Ok. No drink? Anything else?
    Me: No thank you.

    So, I pay her, and she goes get my order.

    On my plate, she gives me one drumstick, and one chicken breast, the part with the BREAST bone, or rib-cage looking part .

    Me: I said, I don’t want chicken breast.
    KFC Girl: This is not breast meat. This is CHEST meat.
    Me: ??? (Speechless and in awe)

    She proceeds to pick up HER definition of breast meat and shows it to me. This is the other half portion which I also consider breast meat. This is the part with the soft bone.

    KFC Girl: This is BREAST meat. This one I give you is CHEST meat.

    Can anyone help me out here? Is what she said correct?

    I tried looking it up here, and it has pictures of breast meat, alright. And their pictures are as MY thoughts of what is breast meat.

    So, is there really breast meat AND chest meat? Or is she just pulling my leg?

    * I was told you cannot request for which part of the chicken you want. However, you can request for which part you DON’T want. Go figure!