2008 September | slowcatchupkuan - Part 3

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Today

 
There was a mistake in my previous post (Travel Junkie). I wrote “… orgasm could make me happier” but what i wanted to say was “… orgasm could not have made me happier”. Not that i ever orgasm before lar… (errr… that sounds so, so wrong). Celibacy is my middle name… please believe me because i’m a ‘lousy’ liar… if you believe me *wakakaka!

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I’m late for my blog’s birthday post. About 1 week late. Actually i have not even start on the post. I’m distracted by Project Runway yet again. I’m such a bad bad blog owner. My blog should disown me.

I am also neglecting my travel blog. Project Runway really should be banned in Malaysia.

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You know what, i just realized my level of telerance towards rude people. I do not tolerate rude people. I don’t mind if a person is incompetant… scratch that. I hate incompetant people. What i meant to say was, i hate incompetant people but i hate people with no manners more. If you’re incompetant AND impolite bundled together, then i’ll give you hell like you’ve never had before.
 

dont mess with me
God i look scary. Even i am afraid of me.
 

And it’s true. Never mess with a women’s fury. Btw i’m an Arian too. Don’t ever mess with a pissed off Arian woman.

Now if a person have basic manners and be polite to me, i’ll let him/her get away with almost anything.

Almost.
 

have a nice day
Be polite to me and i’ll be super nice to you
 

At least i didn’t say it out loud and save you the embarrassment right?
 
 

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Travel Junkie

 
Malaysians flock to PWTC (Matta Fair) like hungry vultures to a buffet party of fresh rotting carcasses. Circling overhead, ready to dive in and tear. I mean like, if Osama was to rig a bomb in PWTC, i bet more than half of our Malaysian population would have met Allah and God or whatever… happily smiling, holding to travel brochures for some exotic destination, all the while we are being blown to pieces. I said ‘we‘ coz i’ll be one of them.

On the first day of the travel fair, Mr. Bf and i woke up early (er… if you call 1pm early) so we could join in on the hunt. I could not believe it when all the parking spaces were already taken up. Even those at the Mall and other buildings nearby! To make things worst it was pouring cats and dogs outside. So, nevermind that we had to pay RM3 without finding a parking space, we had to join in the snail crawl of a traffic.

Conclusion is Malaysians would rather jump aboard a ship to Langkawi than have enough money for food.
 

“Oh shit! I have only RM100 for this month. Should i save up for food and petrol… Oh fark food, fark the god damn petrol! Langkawi trip here i come!”

 

Yeah, and i blame the whole we-can’t-find-a-parking-space on Mr. Bf because he can’t seem to wake up early enough in the morning. Farmers in Malaysia should be thankful for that. Because if he can’t rise before dawn means he doesn’t qualify to be a farmer. Else there’ll be havoc in the farms. Cows be aware.

Nevertheless we manage to actually go to the fair on the last day. There were more booths than last year’s fair. Which means Malaysians are traveling more even though with inflation happening.

We ended up collecting travel pamphlets and brochures which comes to as thick as a Calculus text book. What is it with travel fairs that makes paper collecting so addictive? After one or two people shoving the pamphlets in my face, i got used to it. It’s addictive actually. I am proud to say that i almost collected pamphlets from each of all the booths at the travel fair. Even brochures for the Islam tour packages. Almost because i had no money guts to get the Dubai destinations from the huge hunk whose was handling it out.

So in the end we didn’t sign up for any travel packages but we got so much pamphlets that’ll earn us a few bucks at the recycling centre. Mom would be proud.

Oh did i tell you, besides the Bangkok and train trip to Chiang Mai next February, we got ourselves zero fare tickets to Guilin, China in July next year! Orgasm could have made me happier.

Travel junky wannabe.
 
 

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To Be Or Not To Be… A Farmer?

 
Mr. Bf: The weather today is perfect. Cool and misty.
Me: Yeah…
Mr. Bf: You know what, it kinda reminds me of something. Reminds me that i wanted to be a farmer last time.
Me: Wtf?!
Mr. Bf: Serious! I thought long and hard about it too but i decided not to. I’m not farmer material
Me: Thank god! But why not?
Mr. Bf: Coz i won’t be able to wake up so early in the morning…
Me: Wtf… -_-”
 
 

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Kamasutra 101

 
Continuation from McDreamy Doing The Hanky Panky – Part 1
 

We interrupt to bring to you a community message all the way from Confederation of Russian Spies.

It’s been said that only the best of the best could give a TRUE lesson on the ritual of love making. After all, we can’t believe in anyone giving us advice on this intimate issue. That includes porn stars and Hollywood stars… except for Mike Myers. He is the new Love Guru isn’t he?

Well, in my books, the Hanky Panky and Mcdreamy team is the ultimate Kamasutra Guru. Even their names suggest their extraordinary talents. (I suspect being a Russian spy makes alot of diifference. Maybe their intensive training involves bending certain parts of the anatomy… to escape laser beams?)

Enough of blabbering, i’ll let the pictures do the talking.
 

eaglespread style
Eaglespread
 

cowgirl style
Cowgirl
 

69 style
69
 

jackhammer style
Jackhammer
 

doggy style
Doggy

Didn’t i tell you Russian spies are sexy and flexible? Have a nice day.
 
 

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McDreamy Doing The Hanky Panky – Part 1

 
Rummaging through my 2 big plastic box of memories, i found a long lost friend. A gift from Chloe.

Meet Mr. McDreamy.
 

Mr. McDreamy
Mr. McDreamy
 

Ok. He doesn’t look very McDreamy. A little dirty but what do you expect for someone who’s main occupation is sitting in a plastic box gathering dust and mites. Err… i’ll hose him down later (puns not intended).
 

Mr. Hanky Panky
Ms. Hanky Panky chilling out
 

Anyways, remember Mr. Hanky Panky? Well, Mr. Hanky Panky and Mr. McDreamy are best of friends. Best bros. Best chums. Buddies forever. Oh, i think you get what i mean.
 

friends forever
Mr. McDreamy and Ms. Hanky Panky are BFF
 

Mr. McDreamy and Mr. Hanky Panky sits all day in my pandora bag wasting the days away. One hanging on my Lumix, another hanging on my keys.

Besides jamming, getting wasted having drinks together and ogling at hot chickas (All off them the pretty-key-chain-soft-toy type of course. Nothing but the best of women for these macho fellas) , these two butt heads practices a ritual whenever they meet. They love to wrestle each other… to show off their masculinity perhaps.
 

stand on him
Wrestling match gone awry
 

Mr.McDreamy being the shorter and less rounded one always lose.

Mr. Hanky Panky gets the kick out of kicking his fine arse. Occasionally Mr. Hanky Panky would laugh hysterically whenever he sat on Mr. McDreamy while panting out of breath the whole time. If i didn’t know better i would have thought he was having an orgasm.

Boy do i have a vivid imagination… i must be hallucinating.
 

sit on him
Mr. Hanky Panky getting his daily kicks out of kicking his opponents arse
 

Or so i thought… till one day i caught them sleeping together O.o
 

Sleeping together
Caught in the act
 

It turns out that Mr. Hanky Panky is actually a female in disguised. I shall think that she’s a Russian spy on a crucial mission to save the world. It’s only my guess since she won’t admit it. She said that she’ll have to kill me if she tells me the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I rather not die so early in my life. I’m not dying before i try French cuisine.

So from now on, it’s Ms. (not Mr.) Hanky Panky.

I could have sworn that she was a man… although come to think of it i should have guessed by her feminine taste in clothes. She’ll wear nothing but red, day in and day out. And… and… i always thought the 2 butons in the front was just 2 buttons on her shirt or maybe a pair of man boobs. Well, now i know for sure they are real genuine boobies from Russia.

To be continued…
 
 

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Death Race Formula

 
Throw in some ugly cars,
Buff but ugly men with names obviously inspired by WWF,
Throw in another ugly guy that speaks like a Batman wannabe,
Car race,
50 year old version of Cameron Diaz with a name that sound like a beer brand,
A voluptuous hot chick,
Car race again,
More car race,
Blood and gore,
More wheel spinning,
Slapstick ending featuring a 60 year old version of Sylvester Stallone.
 


 

And there you go. That’s Death Race for you.
 
 

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