peanut pipin' perverts
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
5pm was awesome. after spending a long day at pharmaniaga listening in on a 5s course and downing diabetically sweet teh tarik (translation: milk tea which has been "pulled") every 3 hours or so, it was time to go home! <3
on the way back, i stopped by kajang to get my dinner.
yep, there's only one thing in kajang that's deliciously evil enough to make me dash through the horrible piss the sky was taking:
SATAY! :D
i've forgotten how GOOD it felt to stick a nice hot stick of kajang satay practically swimming in peanut sauce into my mouth ^^; almost orgasmic ;)
ugh, don't even ask me how many i ate lol
i lost count some time between lifting the first stick and looking down at the empty plate -_-
however, while buying the satay with my dad, i swear to god, the people at the satay place (painfully obvious young male malay perverts) were just staring at my chest -_- and no, i'm not perasan (translation: being sensitive), it was so obvious that i became uncomfortable just standing around waiting for the friggin' satay to cook -_-
so much so i had to turn my attention to the two black kittens playing hide and seek with each other around the flower pot O.o (awww ^^;)
don't you socially retarded pieces of waste give me any fucking shit about the whole "oh yah, if you wear tight clothes, you're asking for it" bullshit. stop making excuses to be irresponsible.
i was in a plain, roundneck, long-sleeved cotton top and it's not like i was showing any cleavage or anything. i was on my way back from pharmaniaga for fuck's sake, in office attire >.>
to be honest, it's ok to look at a woman's chest, that little acknowledgement is almost (usually) flattering!
however, when that look becomes an "OMFG ARE THOSE TITS?" and you look like you're about to fuck the nearest available hole in the wall, it's time to put your eyeballs back into their sockets and look at my face instead when/if i'm talking to you. it's just RUDE.
have you not seen the shape of a woman's breasts before?
if you think leering that obviously is ok, would you look at your mom like that? your mom is a woman too and (hopefully) with a pair of tits as well.
take some social intelligence classes imo.
seriously, to shamefully sum things up: malaysia is definitely a country with first-class infrastructures and facilities (minus streamyx which is in a shithole class all by its very own) but all that is poisoned and nullified by the third-class mentality of half the morons living in the country using them.
i can't see how we can have the capacity to produce magnificent skyscrapers, sophisticatedly networked highways and an international airport that screams grandeur and luxury... but yet, a scary amount of malaysians are ignorantly BACKWARDS when it comes to social intelligence/culture.
no doubt we are a conservative lot and supposedly are usually very welcoming and friendly, but i don't recall our malaysian culture teaching us to be excessively RUDE with our body language.
so is this "nice" facade only applicable to the tourists who come visit malaysia?
malaysians are on best behavior and obliging mode only when they see an ang moh person?
FOR SHAME!!
if you can't even show the same courtesy to your own fellow malaysians, PLEASE go fucking drown yourself in the nearest monsoon drain and make the country a better place.
5pm was awesome. after spending a long day at pharmaniaga listening in on a 5s course and downing diabetically sweet teh tarik (translation: milk tea which has been "pulled") every 3 hours or so, it was time to go home! <3
on the way back, i stopped by kajang to get my dinner.
yep, there's only one thing in kajang that's deliciously evil enough to make me dash through the horrible piss the sky was taking:
SATAY! :D
i've forgotten how GOOD it felt to stick a nice hot stick of kajang satay practically swimming in peanut sauce into my mouth ^^; almost orgasmic ;)
ugh, don't even ask me how many i ate lol
i lost count some time between lifting the first stick and looking down at the empty plate -_-
however, while buying the satay with my dad, i swear to god, the people at the satay place (painfully obvious young male malay perverts) were just staring at my chest -_- and no, i'm not perasan (translation: being sensitive), it was so obvious that i became uncomfortable just standing around waiting for the friggin' satay to cook -_-
so much so i had to turn my attention to the two black kittens playing hide and seek with each other around the flower pot O.o (awww ^^;)
don't you socially retarded pieces of waste give me any fucking shit about the whole "oh yah, if you wear tight clothes, you're asking for it" bullshit. stop making excuses to be irresponsible.
i was in a plain, roundneck, long-sleeved cotton top and it's not like i was showing any cleavage or anything. i was on my way back from pharmaniaga for fuck's sake, in office attire >.>
to be honest, it's ok to look at a woman's chest, that little acknowledgement is almost (usually) flattering!
however, when that look becomes an "OMFG ARE THOSE TITS?" and you look like you're about to fuck the nearest available hole in the wall, it's time to put your eyeballs back into their sockets and look at my face instead when/if i'm talking to you. it's just RUDE.
have you not seen the shape of a woman's breasts before?
if you think leering that obviously is ok, would you look at your mom like that? your mom is a woman too and (hopefully) with a pair of tits as well.
take some social intelligence classes imo.
seriously, to shamefully sum things up: malaysia is definitely a country with first-class infrastructures and facilities (minus streamyx which is in a shithole class all by its very own) but all that is poisoned and nullified by the third-class mentality of half the morons living in the country using them.
i can't see how we can have the capacity to produce magnificent skyscrapers, sophisticatedly networked highways and an international airport that screams grandeur and luxury... but yet, a scary amount of malaysians are ignorantly BACKWARDS when it comes to social intelligence/culture.
no doubt we are a conservative lot and supposedly are usually very welcoming and friendly, but i don't recall our malaysian culture teaching us to be excessively RUDE with our body language.
so is this "nice" facade only applicable to the tourists who come visit malaysia?
malaysians are on best behavior and obliging mode only when they see an ang moh person?
FOR SHAME!!
if you can't even show the same courtesy to your own fellow malaysians, PLEASE go fucking drown yourself in the nearest monsoon drain and make the country a better place.
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I want to swing! And by swing, I mean Lindy. You perverts.
It's tough. Everyone here just wants to Salsa. I won't disagree that Salsa is one hell of an enticing dance, but the shallow-minded fucks here are too busy worried about how good they look (or how good their partner make them look etc etc) instead of actually dancing and having fun. Boys, you know you're one of the shallow assholes if you've only asked a girl to dance because she's hot (even though she's got two left feet) and you ask the butt ugly/average-looking ones to dance ONLY if they're damn good at what they do... then honestly, you don't really deserve to dance, period.
She's the picture, you're the frame. It's your job (or rather, leading ability) to make her look good.
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haha zomg neko im not THAT bad anymore... you have the more magifinent 'structure' out of us both so its all good :D... id rather drool over your bosom anyday :D.. ggrRRRrrrrrrr ;)