i guess.... and this is a BEEG guess... i must haf been a shy baby. *hahaha!* most of the pics had me not looking at the camera.

and i think abah must have enjoyed photographing his other 2 angels. coz theyre definitely more creative when it comes to photo taking. look...

and of all the photos, i remembered this one most. coz i was bawling over there when we had this shot. seriously bawling. yes i know the water was damn shallow at port dickson bay. and yes i know it was low tide. but i was scared i would fall down and drown. i refused to walk away from that spot and continued bawling. somehow my feet seemed to have been plastered into the sand. wild eh aku punyer imagination dulu. my mom had to come out and drag me out coz i think she must haf thought omg stupid nyer anak aku ni. air cetek gini dier takot boleh drown.

oh well, its a nice picture still.

finally there is order

and a certain peace

i loike

=)

i saw that nice green bag at the buy 1 get 1 free shop jus outside of cs

then theres this nice green shoes with the glittery band from the second floor of cs

and that beige bag with the rainbow straps from bossini

and then...

and then.....

i need money

hes coming home!!!!!!!!!!

on sunday!!!!

todays friday... tomoro saturday.... then its sunday!!!!!

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak treeeeeee...

hahahaa.. dunno why but i jus felt like singing that

no relevance watsoeva

a million scary thoughts accompany me before i go to bed each night. its scary to realise the things that make you feel complete. and without it, u would feel...... very much like how im feeling now. horribly confused, directionless and lost. and its even scarier to think that, one day, u might lose this thing that completes you. and u would have to live ur life feeling horrible, and lost, and confused for eternity. omg im scaring myself.

the exams are smacked in the birthday month of almost everyone's, and mine included (oh tak tahu malu segala pergi announce kat seluruh dunia). i think i should have been born in december instead. but u never know yo. they might decide to be mean and smack the exams in december too. jus so adillah's life can be as miserable as possible.

and ive been so busy with........ myself... fussing over what i want... what makes me happy... making every occasion about me me me... sometimes, we have become too busy with our lives, we forgot to ask how the others are doing. i dun feel so good. i feel terrible!

so to those whose birthdays i had forgotten, not deliberately of course... i think theres about 8 of you the last time i counted.... happy __ birthdayyayyy! (fill in the blank appropriately ya)

from facing the calculator too much

agaknyer

from sleeping so late at night

agaknyer

from not eating properly

agaknyer

from missing him too much?

oh sememangnyer

but its so tak hansemm

tak hansem segala u know

then i was reminded of this petua wic i have not been practising in so long

we can zip those zits to zilch afterall my frens

one raw tomato a day

the redder the better

cut it in half

eat one half of the portion (must!)

and the other half, u go and gonyoh all over ur face

and please.. when i say gonyoh... do it with some decorum

not like some barbarian trying to reduce half a tomato into pulps

then u leave the juice on ur face to dry like a mask

15 minutes shd suffice

there shd be some tingling and ur skin shd feel a lil bit of tightness

thats good

id do this before bed

happy trying!

ooooh.. jelek sungguh bukan lead role nya... justeru itu... kita ngomongin saja begini. gara-gara gue ternyusulin cakap tinta dan adit. waduh... adit! ganteng sekali kamu ya. pada mulanya fikiran gue agak butek. pokok nya selepes nontonin adit... wawaduhhh sepanjang malem udah ngak boleh tidur sih. ternyata pikiran gue menjadi sedikit sinting kembali gara-gara kegantengan si adit. ya allah. loh... apakan ngak mungkin. gue udah ngak bisa tutup-tutupin lagi. adit... gue mahu loh menjadi pacar gue. bisa kan?! bisa aja donggg...

ayuh temen-temen. tunggu apa lagi sih. pergi aja nontonin dengan temen-temen yang lain. kayak cerita nya bagus banget!

kinda nightmarish. and to think that dreaming u got bitten by a snake meant smthing. i googled a bit and found this. *rolls eyes*

abah told me to watch my weight after i fell head first yesterday down the stairs at home whilst monkeying ard with my sis. whether its the weight gaining i shd worry about or the losing of weight that i shd look out for, i dun really know. im not even sure wats the relevance. he said if i feel nauseous i shd tell him. came back from cgh a&e with a straight plasterfied papan bandaged to my ankle coz it sorta got twisted as i fell. i find it quite irrelevant coz i actually felt fine. i took out the papan nontheless. its too irritating to sleep with.

anyways my new red walls started developing chalky patches of white all over. abah still couldnt figure out y but he was quick to come up with painting it all over again as a solution. mama said dun bother and suggested covering it with smthing instead. like a huge mirror. i so agree.

spider is playing on media player.

"tiada lafaz yang lebih agung, kalimah cinta mu, yang ku tunggu tunggu"

how very apt

those last 3 minutes with u before u had to log off was totally touching

those last 3 minutes i wished could last.. like... forever

thank you cupid

ppl will not give a rat's ass wat im saying

......i realise

let me elaborate...

i love S.

short for Sony Cybershot DSC-F88. its a mouthful so lets jus stick to S.

5.1 meg pix

3x Optical

6x Digital

1.8" LCD screen

Carl Zeiss Vario Tessar lens

wic (may i add) can rotate to 300 degrees max

basically... the works

and chilli red is such a darn hot colour duncha think so...

then there is C.

short for Canon PowerShot A95. once again thats another mouthful so lets jus stick to C.

5.0 meg pix

3x Optical

4.1x Digital

1.8" LCD screen

360 degrees rotatable lens

and its equivalent to an SLR

wic will definitely rock my socks off

i wish i could get them both and name them john S. and john C. for obvious reasons definitely. but that will burn a permanent gaping hole of no return in my bank account.

so i guess

*breathes*

this is where, a woman's gotta do... what a woman has got to do.

darrrrrrrrrlinggggggggg.... u love me rite????

*batts eyelids*

muahahahaaa... ok ok im kidding

that will get me nowhere

que to audience: DUHhhhhh

i have only enough to spare for one love not two

so someone take me off this love rut

please

thank u

anyway a certain "pakcik" excitedly told me to listen carefully to sophie b. hawkin's as i lay me down. coz he claimed that the background singers were singing something in malay. i thought he was getting disillusional. heh.. but nontheless cute. but u know wat.. he was right! i heard it too lah! ahahha freakeee. u guys shd try serious. not telling wat i heard. not yet. but its like.. hahaha hilarious. so go go go!

oh yeah

if its any consolation

my birthday is coming

ok everyone world peace

*lambais like a beauty queen*

i boxed u in the chest bone til it throbbed and bruised

we argued

i asked u...

if i told u how i feel

wld u care to make me feel better

u said u will try

and u did

and im damn proud of you

coz u made me understand

and im damn proud of that

and i hope u understood me

i wasnt being difficult

i

was

jus

trying

to

tell

you

i

miss

you

really

after ur ophir weekend

and 2 weeks taiwan

and blardeee hell of a semester exam

come back to my bowring life please

like..... real soon

....ok

yeah so we argued

we were tired

we ached

we felt raw

but we felt good

coz we understood our actions

...... finally

...... somehow

* ketawa buruk like theres no tomorrow

* obsessive mirror/reflection syndrome

* not studying

Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:
* M

* I

* K

* E

nuff said

Name Five Scents You Love:

* mama's laundry (wic smelled different from when my maid did the laundry)

* gucci envy

* me

* you

* definitely not them

Name Four People That Know You the Best:
* him

* you

* her

* ive ran out of adj

Name Four Things You Are Thinking About Now:
* how i can not take my papers but still get the AUs

* how to dissappear

* how can i un-bohchap u

* what the heck is gibbs free energy

Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:
* kutuk the lamey-o excuse for a show high on life

* studied

* talked

* i havent slept... but i realise thats irrelevant to the Q... next!

Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:
* chix rice from new hawa

* pink rama-rama bag

* silkpro shampoo... my first bottle dah habis

* econs notes.. pffffft

Name Five Bands/Groups Most People Don't Know You Like:
* westlife
* mxpx

* code red

* pj & duncan

* aqua.. ok ok im kidding!

Name Five Drinks You Regularly Drink:
* coke

* plain water

* teh susu ais

* teh ais limau

* ribena

First Grade Teacher Name?
* miss rosnani

Last Words You Said:
* "u have been bohchap-ping me the whole week!"

Last Song You Sang?
* blower's daughter by damien rice

Last Person You Hugged?
* sis

Last Thing You Laughed At?
* this guy on high on life from a band called smthing masala. he was drumming away... and he was gyrating... and he had his hands in the air whilst he gyrated... and he looked really crazy.

Last Time You Said 'I Love You' And Meant It?
* friday... i really do

Last Time You Cried?
* jus now during american beauty.. its so unjustified why he died

What's In Your CD Player?
* lotsa mp3s

What Color Socks Are You Wearing?
* not wearing

What's Under Your Bed?
* tilam extra... my humongous deuter safe box haversack... maybe something else i bet i wldnt wanna find out

What Time Did You Wake Up Today?
* unofficially at 6.30 am for subuh. officially at 10.43am for mama coz she was screaming her lungs out

Current Taste?
* colgate mint

Current Hair?
* blueeeergh

Current Clothes?
* tanjong pinang jc shorts. grey racer backs

Current Annoyance?
* being bohchap-ped by you you you.. grrrrrr...

Current Longing?
* teh susu ais from canteen A

Current Desktop Picture?
* droolable lead from peterpan

Current Worry?
* that i wont be able to finish my work on time if i keep getting distracted like this

Current Hate?
* im a lover. not a hater. peace

Favorite Physical Feature Of The Opposite Sex?
* lips

Last CD You Bought?
* stack of 50 cd-r's

Favorite Place To Be?
* my living room

Least Favorite Place?:
* tampines st. 45... bad memories

Time You Wake Up In The Morning?
* eh... de ja vu

If You Could Play An Instrument?:
* violin... really sexy

Favorite Color?
* pastel green

Do You Believe In An Afterlife?
* yes

How Tall Are You?
* begitu tinggi gitu

Current Favorite Word/Saying?
* ehhhh.... like apa seyy....

Favorite Book?
* toto-chan

One Person From Your Past You Wish You Could Go Back And Talk To:
* adillah at 17 so that i could give her a hint or 2

Favorite Day?
* any day when my chronic irritable symdrome is not acting

Where Would You Like To Go?
* downstairs and grab myself a drink.

What Is Your Career Going To Be Like?
* i would wanna work little, earn a lot, few responsibilities

How Many Kids Do You Want?
* many many oh many many...

Favorite Car?
* mini cooper in light blue

Type A Line You Remember From Any Book:
* dotdotdot... tak ingat anything

A Random Lyric:
* aku pulaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanggggggggggggggggggg...

Identify Some Of The Things Surrounding Your Computer:
* printer, tv, phone, cellphone, markers, wires, nail polish, 3 watches, books, notes, papers, i spotted mike amidst everything... basically a mess

today, at 1347 hrs, dzul told me that he would bring over his darling black baby... back into my cosy room at my place... urmm.... anytime soon. *heeeee* thats for the records so u wont forget. *does the finger waving thing* dun worry i WILL take good care of that black baby of urs =) thank u thank u thank uuuuu *jumps in joy*

on to another black agenda.... i just watched little black book. the one with brittany murphy. yeah the one that never made it here. for watever reasons it din show over here i do not know. coz that movie was fantastic lah.

ok ok i know i should have been mugging. but i decided to give simple linear regression a break. simple kebabai.... little black book is definitely another one with great script. and well... arent i a sucker for that.

bean: john lennon said life happens when you're busy making other plans

stacy: and then he got shot

bean: (with a smirk) right. you just gotta live. stop planning your moves. let 'em happen. i mean... you might be surprised......

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"i believe we write our own stories. and each time we think we know the end, we don't. perhaps life exists somewhere between......

a world of planning......

a world of chance......

and in a peace that comes from knowing that you just cant know it all.....

life's funny that way. once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong." ~ little black book

... hiatus ...

til when my semester papers are done

eh.. does wearing a bra make you look fatter? or isit jus me? or isit just the wrong bra that i have been weraing?

the interview yesterday went..... urmmm... wierd. mama was my fashion coordinator the night before. she was so excited lah. we decided on a white tee underneath my lilac jacket and beige pants with a skinny light brown belt. and my pointed blackishmaroonish pumps. i thought i was overdressed. mama thought i looked kinda mellow. she was right. there was this girl in the holding room all power suited. girl ok. she looks 18. anyway... the interview...

so u worked for the .... before?

yes

so you are familiar with the standards used there?

yes i am.. very..

good good. ok.. so do you have any questions u wanna ask?

and that was it. i practically did almost all the asking since they kept on saying, do you have any more questions for us? for the first time in my life i went out of an interviewing room feeling darn confused. maybe they were playing mind games. freeeeakeee.. i really want that job though.

i rushed back to submit my report to the lab. and... well.. thats another story im too lazy to elaborate on. had dinner with the girls after that and oogled quite a bit at some EBs.. hehe... thanks girls!

i jus finished watching the movie closer.. yes.. again.. coz i thought the script was really great. like this one i managed to catch. dan was telling alice, his current gfriend, that he had been seeing anna (another woman he met during a photo shoot) for a year already. blardee two timing bloke.

dan: i fell in love with her

alice: oh, like as if you have no choice. there's a moment. there's always a moment. i can do this. i can give in to this or i can resist it. i do not know when your moment was but i bet you know there was one.

way to go......

if you do not like someone in particular for some reason or other, how transparent should u be of ur feelings. where should you actually draw the line between being hypocritical and being truthful towards that person without hurting their feelings and at the same time without making yourself look bad. what if u really really realleee detest that someone. then drawing the line would be totally difficult. and in some cases even irrelevant.

i could totally relate to what one of my closest frens told me that time at 1 morn. out of circumstances, at times, u cannot avoid but bump into him or her whom you so detest. and so you talk. decorate your face with fake smiles. lace your words with fake honesty. laugh in all ur fake gusto. fake fake fake its all fake. ur being blatantly hypocritical. and the feeling... fuyooo... sucks. u wished u could tell mr/ms ihateyourguttsyougoondoo to bug off away from your face and never to come any closer than a 10 meter radius. yessss you wish. the "best" part would be if that particular mr/ms ihateyourguttsyougoondoo remains nonchalant about the whole situation and still think that whatever they did was harmless. yeah best sia...

aneeeeeeeeeewayyyyssssss.....

he took half the day off yesterday from work and helped me move that tv out of my room back to.. ummm.. my real room. muchos gracias baby! since you have been working hard for the past 6 months, u got your day off easy from ur ic, you told me.. im so proud of you lah really. for working hard. time for me to work hard too lah. so u can be proud of me too lah. =p

anyways... i miss my mike. i tried to turn him on.. well.. not like that turning him on kind of thing.. its my camera for heaven's sake.. anyway yeah.. i tried to turn him on but still he refused to budge and remained dead. i have charged his batts a million times before. so its not a case of battery mati. i presume its some software problem. and to cure him of that would mean burning a hole in my pocket. so.. farewell mike my love.. u have been ubberly faithful to me. on behalf of dzul.. i apologise deeply for dropping u a gazillion times. please forgive him mike. he din mean to drop u so hard. *sob*sob* rispek mahn....................

ok ok ok.... work, on the other hand.. bites big time. mama bought for me a bag of starbucks sumatra grounds yesterday. they smelled sooooo gooood. its like... so designer.. ha ha ha.. that should bring me some comfort at least with my long nights calculating reaction forces like a mad woman.

i was on a roll friday afternoon. and if people know me better, when i say im on a roll, they should know wat im doing. a pair of loveleeeee loveleeeeee chinois ballet pumps, 2 tees, a pair of shades and yet another bag. crashed at starbucks for 3 long hours after that. i tink we should do this every friday. crashing at starbucks i mean... people watching, stoning, eye-candy-ing... after a long work week, 3 hours of THAT would be good.

we talked for that long, me and my good fren. intriguing stuff. something interesting she told me, that we tend to get attracted to people who look like us. she read it from a book. and they superimposed front profiles of famous couples to prove their point further, she said. so.... how would we look like superimposed??

there!!! like a super-duper tembam, lazy-eyed BAPOK SIAM....

anyhows, abah is at it again. hes painting the walls AGAIN. and mama decided to strike back. shes jus refusing to clean up after abah. they are so cute

ok ok back to work...

i drew up a checklist of my work. and i scared myself half to death coz my work was p-i-l-i-n-g. the stress lines are appearing and he has been complaining that im looking more and more like a haggadish indon maid. so i bought this pot of cream which is supposed to do wonders to your skin... for a hefty thirty bucks. pfffffft. girls. the price we pay for beauty.

i liked the part when alice went yada yada yada bout what and where is love. like, she said, u declare your love to someone. but what is that actually? u dun see it. u cant touch it. so how true is it? how do u know it truly exist? bladebla... i loike.. and is it ever possible that, at the most hypnotizingly enjoyable and captivating point in someone's relationship, is it ever possible that.......... to be continued.............................

life's been spinning so fast it kinda bugs. one moment im having the time of my life. and the next moment i cant help but feel like i have been taken for granted and unappreciated. and not to mention really really left behind in my work. i need to liberate myself. any great ideas????

conflictions could result in crisis, and this, im sure, many would agree, happens more often than not. but, at the same time, as the chinese character represents, conflictions could also mean opportunity. too see beyond self. to be able to do that, with a little bit of self sacrifice and grab the opportunity staring at you in the face. opportunity for what u might ask.. for self betterment.

easier said than done. definitely. and its to rise above the occasion that bugs me. and me, i have this chronic condition of incessant conflictions with... urmm... practically everything. in other words, i find problem with everything, and everything is plain wrongggggg. and its this continual conflictions that i have, that made me adopt the easy way out. to run and to ignore. yeah, i realise, that is just so plain destructive.

a friend of mine once told me, dil, can u stop being like that and stop poking my sides. u see, i jus find it soo exhilarating to see her jump whenever i do that. but she, of course, finds it totally not funny. and yeah.. i do it everytime i see her.

lets not digress. when she told me her problem with me, i took it in negatively and thought she hated me. so i avoided the conflict by avoiding her. but that did not naturally mean i stopped poking everyone else's sides. i jus stopped poking her sides. coz i thought that would cure her of her problem of me. u know, like... so you find me a problem, fine, i will avoid you to save you of your trouble. i thought i was liberating her. but i was only fooling myself. coz that would mean one really good friend less. and today, i managed to look at it on the flipside. on her part, she was being assertive by voicing out the conflict shes facing. and on my part, i should haf risen above the occasion, instead of interpreting things negatively, and grabbed the opportunity to change myself by simply stopping my antics at irritating her. well , not only her, other people as well i guess, since im at it. i am pretty sure those other people would find it tremendously liberating. its a totally win-win situation.

come to think of it, its been awhile too since ive seen her. she must have made every sense of her time to avoid this irritating asshole, im sure =p

and id have to give u credit for being soooo sweeeeet and braving the unexceptionally crowded interchange with this

hehe.. i saw you from afar actually. =p so vividly trying to hide what u were carrying behind that wall.. heh.. malu yer bang??

and how do you know i would love them??? roses are so cliché kan.. now this.. THESE i love!! and those cute little berries.. im so tempted to pluck them lah. thank you so much!! they smelt sooo good i got kinda woozy smelling them and dozed off next to you in the bus.

so u mentioned a checklist to me.. one down i see... heheheeeee.

so sweeeeeet lah you mmmmmgerrramm...

eh.. ini machiam.. boleh lelong!!

yes girls... concentrate...

beda and the beeg yellow melon

fiza's strike..

shak and alia feat. mumtaz

with fiza

fiza and mumtaz

and and and... he was there too!! hehe =) with his frens...

definitely was more than happy having got to see him that day. miss youuuuuuu!!...  =)

and u know the thing they always do in frensta.. thank ya-ou very much usher for setting the trend. but wats with "the boo"? wats a boo anyway? so yeah.....

me and my boo

hahaha.. so kental sia the caption

hell no it doesnt serve to protect. i did receive a broken mug once in a box full of shredded paper. ok ok. so it was partly my fault for shaking the box too vigorously. and so the mug chipped. i had to throw that box out. together with all the godly-ness of those shredded paper of course.

on another occasion, i received a really nicely wrapped up gift. tastefully done. golden paper, black ribbon, dried flowers on the lid. and the box was relatively big. so imagine my ecstasy when i saw that thing. after the thank yous were said, like a child grabbing candy, i dived in to grab that golden grub. off with the lid, and guess wat i found... yes..... shredded paper. lots and lots of shredded paper. after what seemed like eternal digging and endless paper cuts, (ok ok im exaggerating) i managed to grab hold of smthing else. a card. well, safely put, my most memorable gift to date would be a terribly beautiful golden box of colourful pink, green and blue shredded strips of paper. with a nifty card at the bottom. i wrote him a thank you card for his trouble. and sealed the card in a simple envelope. i hope he got the hint.

call me a shredded paper advocator. i still cannot see the relevance.

oh well..

some pictures from long long ago...

at the tiger cup finals with the four year old dzul faadly osman who demanded full attention to the game. see lah see.. take picture also never cannot look at camera. not even for awhile tau.. no matter how much i beg.. *rolls eyes*

brandon and jessie... =) *waves*

thats the most semangat fan ever.. reallee

and this is the reason why us girls watch the tiger cup... =)

my marche initiation with kecik, muna and Madame Moo-Moo

the post marche experience with an EVEN CUTER Madame Moo-Moo hehehe

k sorry ah bebs.. the other pictures.. ummm... later later i passing...

this was a letter written by a disgusted white girl living in bangsar. and from what i know, bangsar is one of the highly affluent suburban areas in kl. she must have been living her high life the tai tai way to have so much time on her hands to be writing such. but i guess the bigger point that we shd drive is that no one is entirely good or entirely bad. you know.. belonging to a race makes us all ethnocentrics. but its not wise to devalue another race or human being for the sake of being ethnocentric. or to put it simply, patriotic. drive home that point now.

anyway heres wat she wrote....

Dear Editor:

I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Malay male readers. I am a White female who is engaged to a Malay male-good-looking, educated and loving. I just don't understand a lot of Malay female's attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Malay women were slim to none. As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage.

Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly approached by Malay men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world.

If Malay women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don't they look at themselves and make some changes. I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in public. I would like to hear from some Malay men about why we are so appealing and coveted by them.

Bryant Gumbel just left his wife of 26 years for one of us. Charles Barkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, Quincy Jones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan, Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Larry Fishburne, Wesley Snipes...I could go on and on.

But, right now, I'm a little angry and that is why I wrote this so hurriedly.

Don't be mad with us White women because so many of your men want us.

Get your acts together and learn from us and we may lead you to treat your men better. If I'm wrong, Malay men, let me know.

Disgusted White Girl,

Somewhere in Bangsar

well...

read on...

a letter was written in response to this letter

Dear Editor:

I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White Girl.

Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old Malay man. I graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in England with a Masters Of Science Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at a Multinational Corporation and have recently purchased a house and a brand new non-national car. So, I consider myself to be among the ranks of successful Malay men.

I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set the record straight of why Malay men date white women. Back in those days, one of the biggest reasons why Malay men dated white women was because they were considered easy. The Malay girls in my neighborhood were raised traditionally. They were very strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to.

Because of our impatience to wait, my brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls.

Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of Malay males date white women because they are docile and easy to control. A lot of Malay men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our Malay women.

We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us, make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses. Because of this fear, many Malay men look for a more docile woman. Someone we can control. I have talked to numerous Malay men and they continuously comment on how easy it is to control and walk over their white women.

I just want to set the record straight. I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful Malay men date white women.

Non-Whites like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington, Michael Jordan, Morris Chestn!ut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds, Samuel L. Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strong Non-White women. And, to flip the script, there are numerous white men, in and out of the spot light, who openly or secretly desire Non-White women over white women. Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name a few.

I just don't want a disgusted white girl to be misinformed. Stop thinking that because you are white that you are some type of goddess.

Remember, when Non-White Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties and armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs.

Read your history! It was the Non-White woman that taught you how to cook and season your food. It was the Non-White woman that taught you how to raise your children.

It was Non-White women who were breastfeeding and raising your babies during slavery. It is the Non-White woman that had to endure watching their fathers, husbands, and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail.

Malay women were born with two strikes against them: being Non-White and being a woman. And, through all this, Still They Rise! It is because of the Malay women's strength, elegance, power, love and beauty that I could never date anyone except my Malay Queen.

It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them. It is not the fact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colours and shades that I love them.

Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about Malay women. Their strong spirit, loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles, their willingness to stand for what they believe in, and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring great pain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with Malay women.

I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy and envy than snotty looks.

If this were not so, then why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darken your skin? If you are so proud to be white, then why don't you just be happy with your pale skin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts with unnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more voluptuous?

I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to have what the Non-White woman has.

BOTTOM LINE: If I were looking for a docile woman, someone I can walk over and control, I would give you a call. But, unfortunately, I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children, Someone who can be my best friend and understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill.

No offense taken, none given.

Signed,

Malay Professional
 

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Dear Malay Professional,

I am so really the very taken by your response and intellect. Bravos.

I am really smitten.

Can I be your virtuous Malay Queen?

Signed,

Your Malay Queen Wannabe

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and that was exactly how we burned the charcoal..

on the carpet, in a kuali, using zippo fluid

the shisha masters. sedut sham sedut.. jgn tak sedut

and that was her first shot totally unedited. can pass the proj lah can pass... i told her she should have some uniformity in her pictures. like a theme of some sort. so we took a few more shots and me being the bossybiggieboss that i am, i asked her to get a clearer shot of my new haircut. *hawhawhawww*

eh budak kecik mana ni? so there. i swear i look like a frickin fifteen year old. im trying to outgrow my blonde tak menjadi streaks so that i can get fiery red ones. hopefully somewhat lebih menjadi. and hopefully by then my self-inflicted bangs would haf grown out a bit more proper.

i jus downloaded hello and its super easy. but the thing is.. i cant publish pictures to pitas through hello. and since blogger has that irritating ugly strip of ad at the top, im not gonna switch to that anytime soon.

we shishafied ourselves for 2 consecutive nights and personified your royal highness (pun intented). over kebabs and sausages. over  four cheese mashed pots and the good ol' pendekar bj lapok. such classic.

i have pictures but i cant post coz the snapfish server is trying to be funny with me. maybe next time.

i really do not know how/where to start

coz a lot has been happening.

a whole darn lot

happy-yer than ever

am still waiting for my virgin experience to marche

please make it happen

and you.. after spending away ur thai baht..

please come back quick on saturday mmmmmkaaay

pilates is exciting me

and that usher raymond

he is king

can u dance like that honey?