just a lil bit of everything

apparently i have a knack of commenting on everything and anything.

if i hit my toe, i start scolding the damn ppl who put stuff deliberately all around the floor.

if i get stuck in the jam, i start cursing the ppl who rushes home from work everyday early(pot calling kettle black).

if i get see someone wearing something that is close to atrocity, i start saying bitchy things like "Wah her house no mirror wan ah?"

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ok, bitchy, i know.

Here are the things that i LOVE to comment most on:

WOMEN

i had to 'cap' it. i mean, how can we not comment on women? Every single girl, woman, aunty, grandmother will comment. Wah, her dress so slutty; her hair so ugly; her shoes! omg, her shoes!; wah damn nice her complexion. wat she eat ah?; to f**king bitch. hope you rot in hell in that fake smile pose.

The above mentioned are general comments by women towards general stuff.

i just like to comment on a few things, which are:-

a. Makeup - we took a short road trip to pd last weekend, hoping to catch a good rave there for once (i wasn't disappointed) Just so u know, girls have a hard time keeping themselves happy.

For one, during road trips, we get dehydrated. But we can't drink as much water as we'd like, if not we have to pee. and we are SO NOT going to pee in dirty public toilets dotted along the highway. And NO, we're not gonna pee in the bushes as well.

So i tend to stay away from makeup while i'm travelling, and drink moderate amounts of water. i thought i looked pretty fine (my complexion is still rosy, and my under eye circles are alright) to travel to pd.

Imagine my horror when i got to the lobby. Tonnes (and i mean, tonnes) of girls had like one inch of make up already. Wah, talk to me about travelling in style. How do they do it? Put so much make up during the two hour trip. whoosh. talk to me about versatility.

My definition of pretty is a girl who takes care of herself; her body, her face, her figure. and she has to be comfortable in her own skin. What i don't understand are girls who come to the BEACH with one inch of makeup. If you sweat, how? If your makeup runs, how? You can't swim. You can't run on the sand. You can't play ping pong. You can't jetski.

Then what's the point of going to the beach? Sit down there look pretty ah?

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if there's one thing i like to comment on; are women with too much makeup and strut around thinking they don't have enough to begin with. urgh.

2. Clothes - oklah, at least the girls in the trip wore beachwear. so that was ok. i just wore jeans and a t shirt during the trip and changed to a short skirt and spaghetti to wile the rest of the afternoon away. at night i wore a balinese long pants (fantastic-looking, comfortable, cooling cotton pants; long enough to ward off mossie bites) and a white tube with a nice decent looking mother of pearl statement necklace. minimal make up. we are on the beach after all, no?

But what i don't get are girls who go anywhere or everywhere else thinking they're going to a BALL. or a PARTY.

One utama got club wan ah? i didn't know wor. Even if they do have one, wah, they open at 2pm wan meh?

One issue is overdressing.

The other, are women who don't dress according to their body shape. Come on, i'm not exactly fit nor am i thin. But i'm happy and comfortable with my body, and dress according to the occassion, according to my body size. Meaning: NO mini skirts, NO platform shoes, NO tiny tops that shows off my tummy.

Take a walk to OneUtama at noon, during the weekend. You'll know what i mean when i say some women don't dress according to their body size.


DRIVING IN MALAYSIA (i had to cap this too)

Malaysian drivers - MY GOD.

They stop in the yellow box.
They don't let you go. Even if you signal already.
Some races just drive worse than the others (and no, i'm not going to say anything here)
They honk at you for no reason.
And the jam. OH MY GOD. The jam.

Can someone please tell me why is it always jammed up in the middle of federal highway? And after a fair bit of jamming your brake, the jam miraculously clears up. Why?

Is there some unwritten rule in Malaysia that says "we have to jam break in the middle of the highway, just to piss some un-Malaysian drivers off"?

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Yeah, i'm over-opinionated.
yeah, i'm very bitchy.
Shoot me.