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CLAY.
Is a tad too obsessed with the men of Johnny's Entertainment.

Wants to have her very own set of dancing, shirtless men.

Loves peach tea and passion fruit tea.

Studying in NP and not NYP. I &hearts NP!

Is not afraid of procrastinating work.

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    Saturday, February 21, 2009
    Title : United Colours of BENDETTON! (sounds...funny.)
    Time : 2/21/2009 12:57:00 AM

    THERE'S SOMETHING SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH ALMOST EVERY MALAYSIAN SMOKER.

    They feel the need to smoke within the vicinity of people eating.

    I mean, SERIOUSLY LA, what's up with that?? Is it some kind of pact/vow thingy saying, "I, as a proud Malaysian smoker, will hereby give my solemn promise  to bloody smoke very, very near people who are eating and give them lung cancer for inhaling my atrociously foul-smelling smoke."??

    Lol, I was at a food place, eating away jolly-ly when suddenly...

    "WTF, WHY DO I SMELL SMOKE WHEN I TAKE A BITE OF MY DELICIOUS CHA KUEH??" 

    Yeah that was me. Except I didn't really yell out the "WTF" part. Anyways, my mum happily answered, "Must be someone smoking~! (And then continued on in a louder voice) WHO'S SMOKING? (spoken in hokkien la)"

    And so, the group of us (yes, I hang out with my parents' good friends. So what??) moved the table and the guy who was smoking at the next table shot us all dirty looks (heehee). That got on my dad's nerves since I could feel it in the air.

    Actually arh, come to think of it, we were the nice ones for moving away to let him smoke in peace because I wouldn't put it past my dad to do the guy serious bodily harm. Oh, and me stubbing out the cigarette on his forehead while reciting the dangers of holding a 700 degree Celsius (I'm too lazy to open up MS Word just for one measley little circle thing behind the 700 and in front of Celsius) in your hand with your loved ones about you.

    Think about it: You are holding a 700 (or was it 500?) degree Celsius fire in your hand. With your kids/boyfriend/girlfriend/hubby dearest/wife dearest/grandma/grandpa/mom/dad/dog/cat/beloved pet very close to you. Haha, the front part was on a packet of tissues I received in Narita International Airport. Lol, one thing I like about Japan, they don't simply let you smoke anywhere. There are designated areas, as such is Singapore. Why can't Malaysia do it? OH, FOR REASONS THAT I CANNOT NAME (or I'd be carted off to ISA before you can say "OMGAXEL'SGHEY!" quickly without breathing.)

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