yes! this is great time to lodge a public complain and fuck the good shit out of the money sucking food court operators. check them out, u got flies and cockroaches befriending so well in the same fruit compartment. the staff didn't even bother when i snap these pictures, they think im a fucking tourist right? haha
Yes, people believe there are some hidden forces besides human on this planet wondering around and have it's own existence. my mother call them ghosts, Lucas film called them forces, sci-fi movies termed them as creatures of another dimension. I call these people stupid assholes. if you are one of them, fuck you, you are lame, you have no tits, you have a sperm filled brain.
1. why ghost must dress in white? put it that way, why do they need cloths? cant they appear naked and fuck me good at 3am in the night?
2. and fuck, why must be long hair blood come out from eye, and left behind slimy shits fluid everywhere they pass by. can't ghost be dry, botak, decently dressed and wear a pair of decent Aldo shoe? get ur self a Gucci bag, please be courteous as an uninvited guest.
3. why must they be lost souls, if they are lost, get them self to see social-ghost-wealth fare department officers in their own world. fuck appear in my plant doesn't help? i don't make u become lost soul? everything happens for a reason, maybe you are lame, useless, drop out from school that makes u an ugly ghost? if that's the case, maybe you have voted the wrong ghost president last time!
4. why all ghosts looked like human and must be big sized? can't they turn up to be like a small virus or worm in the grass ? and why must their anatomy often 'derived' from human's, 2 headed, 4 hands 8 legged. what about 10 penises and 40 breasts with 80 nipples? i never see anyone draw any shit like that? (eh.. later i found out got woh, hentai movie....)
5. why ghost needs a place to stay, some say ghost lives in roadside dato-gong altar, back yard old garage, inside female toilet, coconut tree. if these asshole can't even get a decent house, fuck them, they deserve it and don't fuck with my planet. i am paying for my housing loan and you mofo is not paying a shit, so get out of my house pls. and yes, i masturbate in toilet, pls watch out if i may cum on your face.
6. ah yes, before i forget, why call dato-gong? given by which sultan? you know why there is gate? to prevent dog eating their food ! so go on ur knees and maybe i will give u some food.
7. have you ever heard a ghost speaking foreign language to you? every movie talks about ghost communicating with us on our native tongue , why? that's a marketing decision. imagine watching a movie where ghost hovering with a translator, that needs more staff, more film. and certainly not Rm12 per ticket can cover the cost.
8. why the fuck we keep burning money, clothes, TV and hand phone to these assholes, why do ghosts get free stuffs not me?! Do you get paid without turning up to work or will government send u to MARA and sponsor you to oversea to get a degree despite you didn't do well in school? put it that way, burning too much money will cause Hell to suffer severe inflation, u think 3 billion a ghost can get a loaf of bread? did you burn the TV cable along with the set? did u give them celcom sim card along with the hand phone? by the way, do they use GSM too? how much per top-up card cost them, $6million?
9. ghost can travel time, teleport from hell to earth, move from Thailand to KL look for 李心洁because some transplant operation. fine. but they need to walk under black umbrella under the sun. it's like tell me superman needs to rent a car.
10. Don't they get diarrhea eating candle stick and rotten fruits Chinese left outside the house overnight?
ok, i know no.4 is a little bit cheating, let me top up one
11. Ghosts normally shave or they wax their pussies? do they also complain swallowing cum like bitches?
http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/4/1/
if you are hardcore golfer, or a fan of this flamboyant arrogant game, u may remember this moment of glory when Tiger Wood won the game with a severely injured knee. interesting eh? this perhaps is the only game that will possibly made 'winning' and 'injury' as synonyms. to make it easier, let me put it this way - "Cindy had an orgasm even Thomas broke his dick during sex" that's absolutely impossible phenomenon - except in golf. 
this is truly a heroine of the century, gorgeous dog lover, taking care of the paralysed puppy and giving hope and happiness to these unfortunate animals. i wonder who else has such great heart to embrace the needy and unfortunates at this days, where everyone is buys earning a living and battling the inflation, she extended her loving hand to care for the much neglected community.
i always wonder how people reacts whenever they see a fucking box like this at the fast food counter? generally:
i have been thinking out loud. does woman gets turn on seeing a muscle jack ass wearing this? first thing first i just don't think i can tolerate the g-string like shit slit through the butt crack of mine whole damn day. its like u keep thinking "oh shit, i need to rescue the underwear out from my crack". it is something like since the underwear tend to got between the ass crack, might as well u wear something that shoves into it. all i can think of is that there are some men out there loves the feeling of having the asshole rubbed whole day long by a string - ah, well. not me.
"WASHINGTON — Fearing a financial crisis worldwide, the Federal Reserve reversed course on Tuesday and agreed to an $85 billion bailout that would give the government control of the troubled insurance giant American International Group............."
looking for some coolio authentic motherly tasted yong tou foo? Puchong damn you go. its located deep way inner of puchong hartamas opposite to a ugly school which dont even deserve a proper name "Sekolah Puchong Batu 14" - imagine so damn malu to fill up a form saying u graduated from Batu 14. people think u are gangster.
very exotic and tastey yong tou foo they serve. u gotta go and pick up ur own and then they will cook em up there and then. it is tehrefore you gotta wait for quite damn long, but certainly worth the damn it. special things to highlight is that they have home grown leafes to stuff into the soup which give it some falsified feeling of nutritious, each piece is RM 1, so they wont count damn wrong, lastly, they have also curry noodles / meehon if you want to order as side dish.
customer service is bad, they are like 溏心风暴's family members all with sour face fighting over the wealth of stupid rich father - BOCHUP attitude ya go. for the sake of haveing some fresh food its ok la, it makes me forgotten i was eating it with an ugly woman also. overall its a very nice place to eat if you dont mind waiting and getting heat up under the sun.
i was thinking lately how difficult sex can be. drop ur pants and shove ur weiner to the bunker - am i not right? watching the "lust & Cautious" was very tiring exercise, not because its 2 damn fucking hour long, just that have to keep pressing the fast forward to find the sex scence and try to repeat them 68 times to understand how Tony Leung did the bitch. just like my late grandfather always scold me whenever i made mistake "tew nia xing, do you fuck like this gah!?" . yes, does anyone really fuck like this? in reality women in sex is basically lazy bunch, dont talk about doing stunt like this, they start to switch TV channel 10 min after penitration. professionally, prostitutes too charge you more to for anal sex, blow job or a dragon ride for u. so maybe someday man will give up woman and start to fuck cow - they got 6 pair of big tits and huge ass.
yes, the main context here is to ask the same grandmother question "do you fuck like this?" if NO, then be thankful and happy about ur spinal cord. if YES, let me tell ya your journey dont end there, check these out and these too.
I still remember the last breath of my late grand mother, she urged my father to bring up his children to be a proud Malaysian that stands up against all odds in life, make difference our mother land to the international arena. My father also passed on the virtue of loving the mother land, honor the great Political Party that supposed have united the country, ran the country for decades, established firm omobilized bureaucracy and infrastructures in the name of better future.
about 15 min after pass Bukit Tinggi
walla here u go!
after 5 min drive
another 5 min drive
lagi 5 min drive you see this!
summary of MATTA fair
Bad Shit:
1. parking RM3
2. long queue lots of people, very hard to walk around
3. Nasi Champur RM 10, Teh Trik RM 3
4. Entrance to MATTA RM3
5. u get a Lanjiao bag, and piles of potentially useless brochures
6. very little discount only u get (ex: Apple Travel, -Rm100 for every package only)
7. traveling time & cost to PWTC
Good Shit:
1. Free n Easy deals are ok, plenty of choices
2. all the companies are there for u to compare one another
3. big agencies have lots of staff, easily get attended
4. some freebies like gifts and maps
5. if you sign up for some taiwan package this time, lagi best... u get some good gifts.
all in all, MATTA fair is useless, u get same offer online, or travel agencies anytime also. for that little bit of goodies and chicken feet discount, really not worth all the effort. i would say - FUCK YOU matta. it's some useless gang of fuckers leverage on the tourism board and make hell lots of money from organizing booth, selling food and drinks and parking.
Wanna know Why Dunkin Donut Bad Business?
who fuck wants to pay for half choco topped donuts. if i want it to be stylish - i'll shave myself.
aint gonna spend Rm2.20 on a pussy like donuts.
go fuck yourself!
boy : let's go Look out!
girl : where ah?
boy :let's go look out loh..
girl : ma hai you want me to slap u ah..
boy : I bet you'll give me a blow job there if u see the view ...
The view is Excellence !!
Ain't that bad, cheap food, plenty of people, parking is fucked up, all hallal tasteless shitty food. but overall is good budget place to date small high school girls. the place is called "Look Out Point", very hard to go indeed, some ulu roads from cheras or from Ampang. lots of mosquetos so dont go too sexy, bring along repalents. call and book a good place yea, if not u cant get good view seats.
oh yea. no alcohol served, wanna get laid - bring ecscatcy pills.
since young our parents and teachers send us to school and educate us to the best learning institutes whichever that they can afford. we learned to spell our names, sing national anthems and recite Rukun Negara. so that when we grow up we will become a proud Malaysian and serve the nation which had nurtured our soul and mind. hence wherever i go, who ever i talked to, i stood up proud and tell all the motherfuckers out there - yes, i m a Malaysian, so don't fuck with me with your international nonsenses. Twin tower is expensive, redundant and economically meaningless, but so what - i love it, its my country's PRIDE you assholes !
maybe i was wrong, i have over sentimentalized my nationalism and patriotism. i trusted in "Kepercayaan kepada tuhan dan Negara," and i believed paying tax on time, woke up early to vote and stopped bribing polices is a good virtue and exercised my duty as a truely Malaysian. i think i am Malaysian, because my IC say so, my Passport say so, my drug addict father and tax paying prostitute grandma told me so. ah well, i have forgotten my nationality is not what i claim it to be, apparently i have forgotten to seek for someone's approval and endorsement before i can call my self a Malaysian.
吊咯ma hai... I am scared because my Negara looks like Tak Percaya me already. I am suffering from identity crisis, is like waking up suddenly becoming someone whom i have no idea who i was and is, it's a Borne Identity Ultimatum - reality show live broadcasting now. i wish i can run up the hill and cry out to the heaven asking the question "who am I !" like Jacky Chan did after wrecking his brand new EVO Lancer in turkey, but i dont wan to be high exposed sohai like them. i rather keep it low and blog the shit out of my thoughts as ordinary chicken shit blogger does best. My Optimus Prime & Deputy Prime Minister say i am Malaysian, don't so gun jiong - relak sikit. Bkt Bendera party Cheif say I am not - oh, sorry he SAY he SAID wasn't Malaysian woh. then he Tew-ing the poor journalist bitch reported wrongly tim, hey brother, you cant blame her, she just want to know if she is Malaysian also mah.
so am I a Malaysian jek? i don't know 佐, maybe i need to wait for them to tell me, for the time being, i think i still have to wait and call my self an "Emigrant" or "Alien"
so do i have to pay tax this year leh? :-P
harlo.... harlo....
wat?.... wat?......
i say you looked fucking stupid with a big headphone over ur fuck face ar...
har?.... can u speak louder?
