Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Either Pointless, or Anger-Inducing

Dum dee dum dee dum~
All images are copied from various links. Please forgive me for I am just too damn lazy to produce my own images, although I thought it would have been a delightful experience to run around in a public toilet with a camera. :3

Imma nag about either pointless inventions, or anger-inducing, unclassified... stuffs.

# 1 - Toilet Squatters.

You filthy, uncivilized, inconsiderate unevolved apes!! Why the hell do you just have the need to squat on a seating toilet??

You can't deny this fact. 
In Malaysia, when you go to a public toilet, out of, say, five cubicles, four cubicles are installed with squat toilets; leaving only one seating toilet. But why the fuck must these squatters NOT spare the seats and lovingly leave their goddamn footprints on the poor helpless seats?! WHY??

Does your retarded brain genuinely thinks that the sole of your shoes are purer than my ass??

Be it for number one or number two, when you're born with the female genitals, you've got to sit and do it. You can't just stand against a wall and pee. I don't like squatting toilets, and that is my own preference! If you think I'm practicing double-standard about peeing/shitting position, then be it! But what about the handicapped people? Is it their fault that they don't have the privileged to enjoy that indescribable pleasure of squatting as most of you normal apes do??

Does that mean that, due to their misfortune, they just gotta suck it up and just rub their asses against the seats that has been soiled by that shoe-soles of yours which have walked on a green field studded with dog poo and the rich, highly-concentrated fish blood on the floor of a wet market?

Did you even know that squatting on the porcelain bowls, which are not made to take the whole weight of your body when pressed at only two points, can be freaking dangerous for your ass?

True story; I have a friend who used to squat on seating toilets. The bowl broke and cut through one side of her ass cheeks. Took her three months before she could walk again. Not to mention, screaming nightmares that woke her up countless times. She do not even dare to look at toilet seats now.

Although, it wasn't really amusing to know that if she can't find a squat toilet, she'd squat on the floor of a seating toilet to do her thing. Eff... Some people just cannot be taught.

For the love of God, and the love of the asses of the handicapped, STOP SQUATTING ON A PUBLIC TOILET'S SEAT!!

# 2 - Queue-skippers.

We all have to agree that this is the most irritating, brainless kind of creature that we all would love to exterminate from the face of the Earth.

What the hell makes you think that you, or whatever your business is, is so much more important than every body else, that you have full authority to just skip everyone else in front of you and march straight towards the counter/the-front-of-whatever-you-are-queuing-for?!

I am blessed with the opportunity to see this almost daily at work. No matter what, no matter how, there are just some of these dumbasses who strive to irritate just about everyone else.

How can it not cause me to want to commit a murder? Countless times it has been that as I'm attending to a guest who comes in first, when another thickhead just barge his/her stupid face right in front of me, not minding the guest who was ALREADY there, with the highest confidence that I will drop whatever that I was doing and attend to him/her first.

If you have no respect for me, try to find it in your worm-infested brain, to have some respect for the other person in front of you, who is also a paying customer.

The best drama I've watched was the fight between one snobby bitch, and one hopelessly sleepy guy. I can't recall if I've narrated this before, but I'm going to tell it again anyway. :p

So the snobby bitch checked-in, and things proceeded as normal, and snobby bitch left for her room. Less than ten minutes later, sleepy guy came, and in the middle of processing his information, snobby bitch came back and, without even acknowledging the sleepy guy, she screeched, " EXCUSE ME, THIS ROOM IS TOO FAR FROM THE LOBBY. YOU KNOW I PAID THOUSANDS FOR MY MEMBERSHIP, AND I DON'T DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE THIS, I'M A GOLD-LEVEL MEMBER, SO I ASSUME I'M SUPPOSED TO GET BLABLABLA...". Sleepy guy, having his patience growing really thin, barked at the snobby bitch, "YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH MONEY, YOU IDIOT! SHE IS FILLING UP MY FORM SO JUST WAIT FOR YOUR TURN!!"
And so, snobby bitch just stood there, finally in silence, and waited patiently. Whatever happened after that doesn't matter because its not the point of the issue. But she could have avoided being publicly humiliated if she only had the decency to respect and wait for her turn.

Seriously, why do you have to be so dumb to absorb some simple common sense?

#3 - Toothpaste Dispenser

Really? You need the kind help of a tool to squeeze out toothpaste from the tube? You are THAT weak? So how the hell do you have the energy to spoon food into your mouth?

When I look at a toothpaste dispenser, I can't help but to think, "what kind of world am I living in?" because I just cannot brain the fact that we humans are made with hands and fingers, yet we choose to put the energy and effort to come up with an invention, then relay the task of squeezing toothpaste out of it's tube to it. I mean.. WHAT ABOUT ALL THE ENDANGERED PANDAS AND STARVING CHILDREN?!

I cannot ramble more on this. I have made my points.

Same idea goes for apple slicers. Why the fu... Nevermind.

#4 - Images on Cigarette Boxes

I think it started less than five years back that the government decided that it is a brilliant idea to print gore illustrations of sickness that can get on you if you are a smoker, on cigarettes box.

Pfft. Nothing happened. People are still burning off their money on it.

You see, 70% of smokers in this country are Muslims. We all know that Muslims are allergic to PORK.
So here's a better idea.

Have this pictures on the boxes instead. I honestly think it'll work better.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Classy or Trashy?

I'm in the mood to swear, and go all foul-mouthed. :P

I put on make up because I do not have that naturally flawless porcelain skin that is NOT uneven nor unblemished. It does help to make me feel that I look better, especially when needed. Most of the time, I put on makeup for work, because nobody wants to see pale-faced, panda-eyed creature filling up their registration card when they check-in into a hotel. Also, when I attend to complaining guests (which is what I mainly do :( ), it helps to play cute better. Pale-faced, panda-eyed zombies aren't calming. :p

Hoteliers know better; we've got to look pleasant. Even if you're fat and round and whatnot, as long as you find a way to look pleasant, and know how to do the job, you're in.

But there is a limit to everything. I cannot bear it any longer; looking at girls putting on make-up that makes them look cheaper than Chow Kit hookers. Seriously, what's with the grey face ya'll??

When you look into the mirror as you cake your face on with make up, did you not see that there are two different tones on your face and on your neck; and that the tone on your face looks like you've slapped it with thermal clay mud?

This is the only successful way to put clay mud on your skin and still look decent

It looks bad as it is, and it looks worse in pictures! I can just go to my Facebook account and take some pictures of people whom I know in real life and put them up here to illustrate my points, but as I've mentioned before, I'd rather use my own face. So do appreciate my effort to go on and put on make up on my face and look ridiculous!

This is the best that I can get from the lighting in my room. forgive me for not being dedicated in producing materials for my blog illustration.

Look closely, you can see that the colour of the face doesn't match the colour of the neck. Do you know why the colour of your skin turns into this grey-ish tone like this? Ok, I give up. My picture isn't really working. I still put it up because I've tried. :p
Here's a better example:

I'm Bunny, I'm pink, I'm always pretty~

Not only your face differs from your neck, but your eyebrows are dusty-looking. :p

It's because you bitches think that you're fairer than what you actually are. That's right, that foundation or BB cream and compact powder that you are using is too damn light for your tone.

I discovered foundation cream when I was in Form 2, and I used it religiously everyday, even for school, and I remember some fuckers at school called me "Opera" (don't think I don't know, you skimpy bitch!); a term commonly used to refer to a heavily-coloured face. Weren't we all idiots when we were fourteen?

My mistake at that time, besides the fact that I used make up for school; was that I used the cream in an amount more than I should.

Years of experimenting with brands after brands, I finally found one brand with one tone that matches my exact skin colour; it's Elianto BB Cream #02. I will stick with you for life.

You and me, together forever.

There is a friend of mine, whose name will remain unmentioned, who only got her cream and powder colour right only after Syarina and I taunted her EVERY SINGLE TIME she walked out of her room, being so sure she was all dolled-up and ready to step out of the house. 

Every single time she was done with her make up, we were like, "akak, did you jump into the flour sack? You are so kelabu (grey), you look like the Pinoys we have here," -- for some reasons, MOST of the Pinoys that I know loves to go grey with their make up. 

We dragged her to the store, find her matching tone of compact powder, and when I showed her the the tone that she should be wearing, WHICH WAS LIKE, TWO TONES DARKER THAN THE ONE SHE WAS WEARING AT THAT TIME, she went all defensive, "NOOOO NEVER IN MY LIFE I HAVE WORN A COMPACT POWDER THIS DARK!!", and Syarina and I, being as blunt as we were, "Yeah, that's why you have been grey all these while; you are not as FAIR as you think that you are lah akak."

It's basic logic.

 Black + white = grey.

When you pile on that wrongly-toned cream of yours, and you don't see yourself as grey, you are probably hallucinating that your skin has magically become fairer, and you're also deluding that you're glowing. Hell, no. HELL, EFFING NO. You're just making yourself look cheap.

FOUNDATION CREAM/ BB CREAM/ COMPACT POWDER cannot make your skin become fairer. Face it!

Unless you're doing a zombie or a vampire make up, do not ever, ever, ever lie to yourself about your skin tone! It's just plain wrong! In fact, it's on par with how wrong a duckface is!

Now that you've come to your senses, and realized the shame of making yourself looking ridiculous in public all these years, I bet you are dying to change; because if you don't, you'd want to change your face with a girraffe's pimply ass wtf.

So here's how:

1. Search for that one true tone!! I found mine. There are tonnes of brands out there, and each of them has at least three to four different tones, and there are always testers at the shelves; there is bound to be one that matches you. Or, if you're frigging rich, just go throw some money to a make up artist and he/she will instantly lead you to one.

2. Be equal!! The thickness of the cream on your face should be the same as the thickness of the cream on your neck. It's also a common mistake that people think that they do not need the cream on their neck because there is no blemish or scar or whatsoever to cover on their neck. Just slap it on! Trust me!

3. Be moderate!! Unless required (tv casting, special make up, some shit), don't pile on too much of powder on the face. Just put enough to look matte. Just dab it on, then smooth it out.

4. Once you've completed your make up, NEVER leave the eyebrows covered in cream and powder. Load a cotton tip with some make up remover, then carefully wipe off your eyebrows. Powdery eyebrows make your make up look thicker than they actually are.

Now that I've lovingly elaborated, and you know the whys and the hows there is absolutely no reason to look like a cheap call girl anymore.

You're welcome, honey. No biggie.

Here's a camwhore pic of me on last... Raya... at work... ._.

I know it's a damn old picture, but I haven't posted it on my blog, so wth!

My nametag almost dropped...

Thursday, December 6, 2012

A Woman's Worth


If you stay in silence, you bleed on the inside.

If you speak up, you are rambling due to PMS.

If you are angry, you are short-fused.

If you are calm, you need no attention.

If you swear, you need to wash your mouth with detergent.

If you speak with proper words, nobody hears you.

If you are crying, you are ugly.

If you are smiling, you are just trying to act cute.

If you decide on anything, you are big-headed.

If you sit and wait and do nothing, you are clingy and independent.

If you give some space, you don't care anymore.

If you spam the phone, you are a crazy bitch.

If you are loyal, you are doubted.

If you keep your choices open, you are a whore.

If you are pretty, you must be a player.

If you are ugly, there is no place for you in this world.

If you stand for your opinions, you are doomed.

If you just stay in the kitchen, you are backward.

I dunno lah.. Why don't you just shut the fuck up and go play with your blow-up dolls, eh??

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

11B - Let's Talk Ghosts.

More ghost story!

The story that happened in dorm 11B, as promised. No names mentioned.

Back when I was in my first year in Unisel, it was compulsory for all first semester of the first year students to  stay in the uni's dormitory. My dorm was called 11B, which meant that it was the eleventh room on the second floor of the building. The dorms no longer exists now, as a lot of students prefer to rent rooms and houses around there rather than staying in the dorm, and they have all been converted into classrooms. Each unit was made for about 24 students. My dorm had about only twelve students. The dorm also had one big shower rooms with five shower cubicles in it.

At the beginning of the semester, I rarely talked to most of my dormmates; the person who I spoke the most to was the girl who occupied the lower part of our doubledecker bed. Six weeks into the semester, I still couldn't recall half of the names and the faces of my other dormmates, should I pass them at the cafe or the walkway. I have always been terrible at remembering names and faces.

Since day one that I've stayed there, I have always felt the creep of the atmosphere inside 11B; just like how a dorm should be, isn't it? One night after maths class, I went out for dinner with a few of my dormmates as usual. My friend and I thought of going for shower together once we go back to the dorm - by going to the shower together, I mean going to the shower room together, then take our showers separately in two different shower cubes! 

As we reached our room that night, it was about 11:00 pm. Just when we were about to step into the shower, the girl who was supposed to go with me just went straight to bed. I asked her if she was coming, and she was like, "nah, I don't feel like showering anymore. You go ahead," because she already noticed what I still haven't; another girl in the room was behaving strangely...

As I turned on the shower, out of the blue, I heard the loudest growl; so loud it felt like it was coming straight out of the wall behind me in the cube. Confused, I turned off the pipe, to make sure if it was just the sound the water from the next cube. That's when I heard it again, a deep, loud growl, coming from the dorm; followed by the screams of one of the girls, saying, "That's enough! Stop it!"

Damn.. I haven't even shampooed my hair... :(

I put on my clothes immediately, trying my best to keep standing with my shaking knees, got out of the bathroom, and by the time that I was in the dorm, there were only two girls left; the rest have went out from the building, running after the girl who just growled like a tiger, and thumped the ground as if she had the energy of an elephant; all while being the smallest girl among us. I swear she weighed not more than 45kg at that time.

One of the two girls who were still in the dorm told me that the girl who just screamed and ran seemed... possessed. I was puzzled. I've heard tonnes of these kind of stories before, and all these while, when anyone told me a supernatural-related stories, even when they claimed that they have experienced it first-hand, I always doubted if they were telling the truth. I always thought that the 'real' thing only happens movies, and people can never be possessed by ghosts or demons or whatsoever, and people who act possessed actually had some underlying mental issues. But how could such a petite girl run down the stairs with enough force to make her footsteps echo throughout the building? Never in my life I have been this close to such a horrifying event, but that was just the beginning.

An hour later, the girl who was said to be possessed was brought back into the dorm; fainted. She was laid on her bed. Panic-stricken, none of us in the dorm dared to go to bed, nor talk about what the hell just happened, so we gathered around one corner, sitting in a circle and started talking stories. We went on like that for about an hour and a half, and as we did, each of us started to loosen up and calmed down a little bit.

By 1:00 am in the morning, that fainted-sleeping girl just suddenly woke up, laughed like some kind of villain, jumped down onto the floor and started crawling to the window! As she reached the window's seal, she just stood there, looking out the window, laughing and crying at the same time.

The group in a circle scattered off, all trying to get as far from her. One of us, who, at that time had the most sense in her head, yelled, "hey, that is our friend over there. We can't just let her like that,"

Na'ah, I don't have the balls. So a few girls dared to approach her and pulled her away from the window, and back to her bed. While she was still at calm, the seniors were called, and she was taken away from the dorm for that night. She was quarantined in a different room, guarded by two senior students whose hearts were, I'd say, made of steel, for they dared to stay with her through the night.


The next morning, the girl were brought back to the dorm, as she was finally at her senses. She was completely worn out, all tired, and she couldn't remember anything that she just did the night before. The growling, the stomping, the laughing, the crawling; she remembered none. She was just very, very tired. She attended none of the classes that she had for that day, and she refused to even go out for food, because she said she was too embarrassed by the whole thing.

Although, that was just not the end of it...

There were only four of us girls left in the dorm that night, as the rest of the girls had successfully found their own excuses to just not stay in. Pfft! In some way, everyone was prepared, in case of re-occurance of the ordeal.

I myself have signaled one of my friend who were staying in the dorm on the level above mine, that if anything happens again, I am going to just run straight up to her door and hide up there.

Just after dusk, she started showing signs of 'breaking loose' again. As she laid down her bed, she kept on rotating her body 360 degrees all over the bed, and her eyes were wide open, staring at all four corners of the room. Us, girls, who were left in the room with her were keeping an eye on her, while trying our best to keep calm and not provoke her.

By 9:30 pm, just like that, she sat up straight on her bed, and she broke into that eerie, loud laughter. It was my queue to RUN.

I swear if I ever sprinted like that back in my days in school when we had sports training, I'd be a damn good athlete by now. I think I covered the distance of about 7 meters in just three leaps. But I was doomed. She was running after me, because I was the only one who ran!

I just didn't look anywhere else but my front, ran out of the dorm, up the stairs, and within less than 10 seconds, I was at the door of 11C. I was too, scared, too out of breath, and too out of my head, that ask I knocked and knocked and knocked on the locked door, I couldn't say a word to tell them it was me who was knocking.

The stairway was echoing with the sound of her loud growls, and I was so, so sure that I was a dead meat. For some reason, I could hear her voice coming closer and closer to me, but she was nowhere to be seen. Later I was told by those who saw, that as soon as she stepped out of 11B while chasing me, she crawled  up the stairs, instead of running,

I knocked one more time, and finally I had the brain to yell, "it's me, Shafinaz," and 11C was opened for me. As soon as I got in, they shut the door. I could only make three steps, then I just fell on the floor and sat there. I wanted to cry, but I had no tears, and I was damn thirsty.

I couldn't cope anymore. I really can't handle things like this. So I called my sister to come and pick me up. I left that night, went back to the uni daily only for classes. 

I only went back to my dorm a week later, when I was told by a fellow dormmate that the girl has gone home, taken away by her family.

She came back days later, not remembering most of the incident, but in much better shape.

Strange, but true, as things turned back to normal in the dorm, all of us grew closer to each other. 

But it wasn't all well and all normal. She had more things happened to her throughout the semester, just that they were not as scary as the first two nights. 

Once, I got the chance to speak to her sister. I was told that that was not the first time it happened. It was so bad before, that she was breaking glasses, hurting herself and others, and it all because she was charmed by an envious soul.

These disturbance that she was burdened with were so prolonged, that she was slowly losing her memory of the people she knew, mostly her friends. 

By the end of the second semester, she could barely remember any of us from 11B. By the end of the first year, she was nowhere to be seen in Unisel. Friends told me that her family have changed her to start afresh in a new place, because too much have happened to her in that place.

Monday, December 3, 2012


The kind of sadness that is the closest to the sadness that comes with death is, the sadness of losing.

It's neither bearable nor containable. But it does happen.

Losing when I am not ready to let go is feels just like a deep stab straight into my heart.

Where did all the memories go?

Where did all that love go?

What happened to our hopes and dreams and prayers?

Do not you still hear our laughter from yesterday?

Have you forgotten my eyes?

Have you forgotten my soul?

Do you not care to take one tiny look at it before I was let go of?

The pain resonates with the very piece of the flesh, sometimes I wonder if it can flow out if I let my blood flow away.

There goes all of my pride, dignity, and ego. I'd save not any of it, if it means to not lose.

I'd rather throw my pride, and plead, then to lose.

I'd rather throw my ego, and beg, than to lose.

No amount of either pride or ego is worth the pain of losing; worth the loss.

The pain washes away with tears and time, but the wound leaves a deep, deep scar that hurts me when I touch it; hurts me when I revisit it.

If all tears has been cried and the the lost remains lost; the pain remains painful, I wonder if I can pull it out of me.

I wonder if I cut myself open, will it come out?

Will I not feel the pain again?

I just wonder...

Sunday, December 2, 2012


This post had been in my draft for almost 3 months, and right now I am writing with no lenses on. I am helplessly poor-sighted, and am squinting my eyes to read what I'm writing. I'm not going to proof-read this to correct any spelling mistake, so you're just going to have to make sense of any of the gibberish and live with it.

I've said it before that every now and then when I get so fucking tired of my job, I just drop everything, I take an extra day off for the week and get the hell out of Cherating; or get the hell out of Pahang itself. I seriously don't get people who comes to Cherating with the hope that they'll get entertainment as if this was Sunway Lagoon or Genting Highlands or something... This is fucking Cherating, bitch!

I apologize for digressing. :3

Ok, enough of telling where I went, and what I did. Nobody gives a shit. :p

So, while I was gone, my roommate (yeah, I have a roommate not long after the last one left) updated something on her Facebook and tagged me on it. 
Here's the caption:

this post is no longer on my facebook because this roommate of mine blocked me from her list. The reason to this remains a mystery. I've never done anything to you! Suit yourself, dearie. Idc. click to enlarge.

Immediately after reading that post, I whatsapped my roommate (like a caring, loving friend that I am) to ask her if she was doing okay. She said to me that she was, fine, but it scared the hell out of her.

According to her, the 'thing', which appeared as a dark silhouette stood on her bed, just above her head. While it was there, she couldn't move one finger, and it lasted for about 15 minutes. All that while, she could only hear 'it' laughing and growling eerie-ly. Sounds so much like hantu tindih, kan?

I myself have seen these creepy stuffs roaming around any random area throughout my one year of living here. Once, while I was sitting our of my room chatting with a friend living next door (Syarina; I've posted her picture in one of my last posts) until very late at night, I just suddenly had the strangest goosebumps all over my legs, and I swear to God I could feel that there was a finger that was wrapping a few strands of my hair with it, twigged it, and pulled it softly upwards. Syarina, who was sitting in front me, just rounded her eyes as she saw the side of my hair just went swaying upwards while defying gravity. There was no wind blowing. 
I guess that was God's punishment on me, for sitting in front of the door on the outside of the room like mak cik joyah while enjoying the pure pleasure of gossiping about people and things that were none of our  business. Don't we all do? Why me? :(

One other time, I went out of the room to pick up my dried laundry that I had forgotten about at about two in the morning. I ran back into the room crying, because of what I saw on top of the roof of the building opposite of mine; a giant, grey, furry creature resembling a canine, but at the size of a cow, with red, glowing eyes. I'm not making this up. Hell no.

Don't get me started on things that I've seen at the beach at night. I sometimes go to the beach at night, be it alone or with a friend or two; because what is the point of living at the edge of the land if you dont take pleasure in stuffs like this, right?
But, on some unlucky nights, or either when my mind plays tricks on me, I saw some random shapes of God-knows-what floating around, or I hear the cry of a baby right next to my ear...

I wasn't like this before. Spooks and ghost stories scared me not, until I witnessed one of the girls in the dorm back when I was a first-year student got possessed, and the scenes were much like what you see  in  the movie The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Maybe if I'm motivated enough, one day I shall write about that. this post already look long enough. If I write too long, it'd be too boring to read (excuse from a lazy-bum).

If you ask me, I'd say that I do believe in the existence of ghosts. To me, ghosts are just one of the many forms of the devils. The are really cunning devils, and there are also the dumb ones. I guess the dumb ones are those who go around showing off their hideous forms to people just to scare them for no apparent reason... Is my theory legit?

Thursday, September 27, 2012


Reverted the latest post back to draft because I'm not done writing that yet. Must have accidentally published it wtf.. 

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Innocence of Gopinath Jayaratnam


There's a link that is circulating on Facebook about this guy, Gopinath Jayaratnam, a fellow ex-student from Unisel saying that he posted a status update on his Facebook account in which he insulted the religion Islam.

I came to know about this drama when I saw the link  on my news feed to a public page which was dedicated to capturing Mr Gopinath.

I don't normally give a damn when I see things like this, simply because I hate jumping into a hate-attack bandwagon just because there's a bunch of people are doing so. It doesn't do anybody any good to be a bunch of cowards hiding behind your computer screen being vocabulary warrior, blasting out the best cynical, comical, hateful lines that your brain can think of.

But when I saw the details showing that he is an ex-UNISEL, and he did the exact same course as I was, I read on, because I was thinking, chances are, I might have been in the same majoring class as he was, and I'd probably remember this guy. Well, I don't. I remember a faces of some seniors who just refused to finish off the damn course and graduate from the university and move on with their lives already, but I can't recall ever seeing this guy's name in the attendance's list. Probably it's just my poor memory to be blamed. I digressed involuntarily.

So I tried my luck and typed in his name in the "search" field, just to see if his Facebook profile is still there, and if it was view-able.

So I found his page. In fact, Mr Gopinath and I have three mutual friends, which are people whom I know in real life.

That's when I got interested with this whole "Tangkap Gopinath Jayaratnam" craze.

I came to know that Mr Gopinath was also arrested while he was home for interrogation purpose.

So here is what he said on this matter, thru his Facebook profile:


It's amazing how that update was shared by 570 people (and counting).

Now, let's rage on this. 

Unsprisingly, other users are slaying on him, throwing out vulgar words on this guy, saying things that, actually tickles my bones.

MOST of these very people, both men and women, who are roaring to the MAX about how this guy should be captured, beaten, whacked, cut, burned, torn, gunned down, killed and whatnot are a JUST A BUNCH OF JOKES TO THE VERY RELIGION THAT THEY ARE SO-THEY-SAID-PROTECTING!!
I'm not going to play God and judge them based on their profile picture, but some of them obviously look like they are in the lowest rank of the society. I mean, men posing with shades on and lips as red as the baboon's ass, and women displaying themselves as if they are up for sale! These people, who obviously have problems with following God's instructions and the Prophet's teachings themselves are talking about punishing a man who is yet to be judged by the authorities!

I'm not saying I'm the best example of a Muslim (WELL, OBVIOUSLY, JUDGING FROM MY OWN PICTURES, YA?) to be condemning these locos, but instead of flaring up to the max as if I've hyper-overdosed myself on Livita and turning into a big, green monster and start slamming on my keyboard (after all of that dramatic transformation, that's the most that they did!), posting, sharing, and spreading out the  link as many times as possible, and screaming and shouting out vulgar words and God's name in the same sentences, I FUCKING GO AND DO MY OWN RESEARCH FIRST!!!

Where are your brains, dumbass??
Who in their rightful senses would ever say something like that publicly and expect to get away just like that. When I read the status update that have caused the uproar, the most that I can think of about it is that it's just a really stupid prank, which have now gone really, really... bad. :(

By the minute, so many Jihadi wannabes are flocking the page, geared up with their keyboard, to either curse him, or publicly, verbally display their love towards Prophet Muhammad, and their fear towards God.

Most of them used words like "paria" and "keling" freely, which is sad.
You seriously think that you can carelessly just use these kind of sensitive words in a provocative manner and get away with it? You'd be surprised to find out how many employers actually stalk on their employees on social networks. You've hit the jackpot if your boss at work happens to be an Indian man/woman. Congrats!  You have just humiliated your mother for giving birth to you! :D

Considering that the admin to "Tangkap Gopinath Jayaratnam" knows his address and his IC number, I'm guessing that the admin is also a student from Unisel. Up till now, this guy who opened up the page have not shown HIS OWN IDENTITY YET. I mean, it should be fair, isn't it? If you dare to dedicate a whole public profile into hating someone, you put up your target's address and IC number on it, and you are so sure that you are right, so where are your details?
Oh wait, you know you are right, but you're not stupid to put your neck on the line, fearing that Mr Gopinath's friends or family member might, at least harm you physically, if not lodge a police report against you, right?? NAAAHHH... I'm sure you've got all 1270 people, and counting, who would be more than glad to back you up fearlessly from any harm. LoL.

Despite that the case has been closed officially and all investigation have been stopped, some stubborn assholes out there, who clearly have no real life outside of their computer, are still going on and raging on over this matter.

It's really sad how people react to matters like this. Mr Gopinath's house was broken and entered into, and everything in it was smashed. In this age where we are living in a civilized world, I strongly condemn any form of violence, no matter whatever the reason is. Say that this guy really did what he did, why all the threats? Using God's, and Prophet's names are never the excuse to validate acts of violence. In fact, it's pathetic.
For no reason, now Mr Gopinath and his family have to live in the hiding, for something that, most probably, he didn't even do!

Let's face it. How many of us who claim to be Muslim, are ACTUALLY walking the talk? How many of the commenters on "Tangkap Gopinath Jayaratnam" can actually admit that they have never watch porn/hold their bf/gf's hand/ wear skimpy clothes/etc?


Thursday, September 13, 2012

Quoting Bob Marley

I don't have to find my own words today, as these big quotes express everything exactly the way I feel.

First there's this one thing that says something like this is supposed to happen only once in your lifetime...

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn't exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.” 

... and then there's another that says that it can repeat itself.

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.”

"He’s not perfect. You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn't going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don't hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he's not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”

Nonetheless, it's all quoted beautifully and accurately. at one point of your life, you do tend to believe that something like this doesn't happen more than once. Then when everything breaks, you break along with everything. 

But if you're really lucky, and probably blessed, it can occur again, and once again, colours seem brighter and more brilliant. 

Makes you forget those days when you thought God have abandoned you, eh? ;)

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Dear CIMBclicks

Dear CIMBclicks, enough already, will you?!

I'm sick and tired of seeing this notice everytime I try to log in to my account!! 

The worst part of it is that I have compulsarily wait for three damn seconds before I can turn it off so that I can type in my goddamn user ID! 


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

False Sense of Self-Inferiority...?

This post had been in the draft list for over a month now. I wanted to finish it but never knew how, because my senior taught me to never post anything on the net anything about my work if I don't what to get my ass in trouble. :p

 But I decided to finish it and post the damn rant anyway because this isn't about my work. It just happened that I encountered it while working. So what the hell. :p

I've seen people who believe that they are so damn superior than other human beings so much, that it was as if they belong to a whole different species. I've seen it in this brief life of mine enough to make me feel ashamed to be born into the human race.

But what I saw happened last month really amused me. So as I fore-mentioned I was at work that day. I was running the evening shift, and by 8.00pm I decided to take a break and have my dinner at the resort's coffee house. Why do I feel like this paragraph would sound so cool if it was narrated by Denzel Washington's voice?

The coffee house is divided into two sections; one is indoor and the other is outdoor. It is divided for two purposes, and that are to divide smoking area from the non- smoking area, and because to separate halal section from the non-halal section. The non- halal section is at the outdoor; or the terrace, where guests who wish to have alcoholic drinks can have it at this section.

The restaurant was quite free, as there weren't many people dining there that evening. Nice and peace. I chose a seat at the terrace like I always do, ordered my food, and waited for it. There was a couple sitting at the indoor seats, and it seemed like they just came in a little earlier than me. Just when my food came to my table, the couple stood up and charged straight to the counter. 

That looks like a mess... I know one when I see one because of the nature of my job. :p

Because I was at the terrace, and the two sections were walled by a thick glass, so I couldn't hear what they were ranting about at the cashier's counter, but obviously they were furious; judging from the directions which the husband's hands were flying to. It wasn't long before the F&B (food and beverage) Manager himself stepped in to handle the situation. Busybody me, yes, I was damn curious about what actually made this couple angry; but I just had a drama of my own myself back up at the reception, and I was almost brain-dead, and I was hungry, and I really needed a little break, so I figured to just wait for a queue and to only step in if my colleague asked so. I Believe me, it was a looooooonnnnggg rant with lots of hand swings, that by the time I finished my food and signed my bills, the furious husband was still babbling to my colleague... :p

Just before I left the restaurant, the couple paced off, and the husband yelled, "I will definitely post this on the net!"

I went back up to the lobby to my desk, and as expected, five minutes later, my colleague who were attending to them earlier called me to get info about the couple who just raged at him. My time to stick my nose into it! :D

So, what happened?

It turned out that while they were having their dinner, the husband decided that he'd like to have some wine with his food, but remember that I said that he was sitting at the indoor section? So, when he ordered, the waitress informed him that they cannot serve alcohol there, but if he still wished to have it, he can have it at the terrace. 

That triggered the bomb. :p

According to them, we were discriminating them because they were an Indian couple.

Seriously, dude... WTF?!

Now, I don't know how did the waitress told him about the coffee house's regulation, because that can be one thing, but how the hell did he come with such an... amusing assumption??

Dude! The rule is the rule! Nothing to do with colour! What happened to you in your childhood for you to be able to think in such a way?! 
The rule is that alcoholic drinks are not to be served at the indoor-section; NOT that Indian customers are only to sit at the terrace!

According to him, we were just shooing him away to sit at the terrace, because, AS PER HIM, we are saying that he is not "high" enough to be sitting inside the coffee house.

Damn it. Yes, we do choose who gets to sit at the coffee house (regardless of which section, mind you!) and who doesn't. We let people who has money to sit because it's not a charity house, and that is what business is all about. I think it's a common sense that anyone who running a business doesn't give a damn what is the colour of the skin of the hand that is giving in the money for the business, as long as the money is being given in.

It is nobody's problem if you feel inferior about your own skin colour, but your own. it is only our problem if you refused to pay the bill or anything, which was not the case!

Seriously... Skin colour?!

I don't know whether I should laugh at him or cry for him.

If we are to discriminate skin colour, then in every room reservation form that we have on the internet, we'd have the section "Select Race" that people would have to fill in. It'd make it easier for us to filter people who we want to do business with and people who we don't. We don't have to wait for them to arrive at the resort for us to have all the fun discriminating and humiliating them, we'd filter them first thing first. We are service people FOR GOD'S SAKE! Isn't it known that customer service business is around to kiss the ass of people with money?! I don't where have this guy gone before and what was his experience, for thinking that we were disturbed by his skin colour.

When my colleague tried to explain the rule, he brushed it off by saying that the lobby area is supposed to be a non-smoking area, but he saw people sitting there smoking, and nobody from the resort's side did anything about it.

With all due respect, to my defense, it is a common sense for people themselves to understand that the lobby is not an open- air area, and therefore it is automatically known that it is not a place to sit and smoke. 

How many times have I had to reluctantly tell people who came to my counter to ask for an ashtray that they are not supposed to be smoking at the lobby? Reluctance is there because I HATE STATING THE OBVIOUS.

Well, I can't help it if this particular customer decides to look at the rule as a form of discrimination, because we are not the ones who put up the rule. This is Malaysia. Halal and non-halal is a big concern for the majority of the population. Premises are not the people who set the rules; the government does. Regardless of my opinion about the politics (which I do not give a fuck about, by the way. Just shut your damn mouth. I don't give a fuck about it, and so be it!), they have a good reason to regulate stuffs like these.

Besides, the comparison is just out of proportion. The reason why I said it is out of proportion is because, of course you can't compare smoking in a non-smoking area; which is an ethic issue, to serving alcohol in a halal- certified restaurant; which is a religious issue! Need I remind you crazy people can get when it comes to the hyper-sensitive issue of religious belief?! I need not. We all know it best.

Oh well, we can't please everyone, can we? Something is bound to be wrong somewhere, for just anyone.

I think I RARELY would ramble openly about things like this, because it concerns my work, and it concerns the customers who give money to the business that pays my salary; but I see it not as a customer servant complaining, but I see it as failure of sensing the damn  plain common sense.

So yeah, I'm sorry if you feel inferior about yourself for the colour of skin you were born in, but hey, here's some reality check; you're probably the only one who feels that way, and that is so damn sad.

Fuck it... Will I get in trouble for writing this? Any advice, Mike? :p

Aaa! Camwhore pic time! :3

New unifrom, we've got! :D

When I was a staff, I was wearing the brown uniform. I think I have it posted here somewhere where I took the picture with the Santa Clause guy. Then when I was promoted into the management, my official uniform was this: 

it's a camwhore pic of Syarina and I and the uniform was not the focus of this picture, but this is one of the only few pictures that I have of myself in this uniform

We changed to the grey uniform since early August, and the new uniform is supposed to feel more like what we should be wearing for people who are working at a beach resort. :D

I digressed about my uniform which I don't think matters much. :p

Thursday, August 9, 2012


Boy: You know, they just found a fossil of a dinosaur in the city where my sister lives, and it's right beside her house!

Girl : Really?! Oh my God! That's awesome, but how come they're digging for fossils around her house?

Boy : No, they didn't have to dig it, because it was just laying there. Apparently it is the ancestor of the lizards, and it is believed to be a very noisy creature.

Girl : Hey... Your sister is living in an apartment right? Was she on the ground floor or something? I'm still confused about fossils being found right beside her house... Enlighten me?

Boy : Babe, my mom just moved to her building. They're neighboors now.

Girl : Damn you!

Sunday, July 29, 2012

A Broken Doll.

I promised myself to never get hurt again.

I promised myself to never cry like an idiot again.

I promise myself a lot of things.

Most of all, I promise not to fall again.

I failed to keep my promises.

Do I have anyone to blame? I can blame all the people that I want to, but I shouldn't.

Because I'm not a doll. I'm a living, breathing, thinking creature.

Why do people get hurt?

Or worse, why do we hurt ourselves?

Don't ask, "what did I do to deserve this?"

Rather, ask, "why did I let this happen to me?"

Being naive is never an excuse for what is not meant to be.

Being simple is never an excuse for what is not meant to be.

There are broken things that can be fixed.

A heart that is broken again and again, can't be fixed again and again. Because it exhausts.

My tears worth nothing compared to a lunchtime.

I've got nobody to blame but my own stupidity.

My stupidity in believing in false hopes, false promises, and false dreams.

My stupidity in believing stupidity itself.

p/s : If I was living in the 16th century and I wrote this in French or Italian, people would be building a tomb for my grave today, and students would be cracking their brains to figure me out to answer exams... I assume. :)

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Shafinaz's Day Out.

Long time no write. Me brain-dead.

I know this kind of day did just not happen to me!!

Yesterday I woke up and made a point to myself that I was going to shut my mind for the day and do whatever the hell that I wanted and could, buy whatever I wanted and could afford, and go where-ever I wanted and could reach.

Well... I didn't carve my name on the World Book of Records yesterday. I just went to a mall in Kuantan and wasted money buying things I don't really think I need.

So I hooked along with my friend, Kak Shima and wandered off to Kuantan aimlessly.

Here is a big-ass picture of Kak Shima. She was actually bearing the piercing toothache which was giving her a massive headache. 

The moment we reached the mall's entrance, she asked me a very smart question which I couldn't answer.

"Why the hell are we here? Are we going to waste money?"

Well, my mind is already shut, so I don't need a reason to be in a mall for the day. :p

You know that feeling when you look at something that looked like it will be useful for you, and buying it will be a good bargain for you; but deep down you know that you're just lying to yourself because you know that you'll never use it or you just do don't need it?

Uumm.. I bought a lot of them. From here on, I shall recap what was going through my head when I picked up these items.

I don't buy clothes when I don't need them, USUALLY. I shop for clothes like, once or twice a year; when it's almost Eid or when I decide it's time to turn down my wardrobe.. 

So this was completely unnecessary spending. 

They look good though. Found them at Brand's Outlet. They were selling these 2 pieces for RM29.90. Both are look-alike; the only difference is the colour. So, why not??

YAY!! I no longer need to buy toothbrush until July, 2013!! 

Indeed, I intended to buy myself a new toothbrush before I left home. 

At first I pick up another toothbrush which was also Colgate. I think it was at RM4.90 or something. The design was more or less like the ones in this pack, but this pack was only RM9.90. So it's cheaper to pick up this pack-of-five, right? 
My general thumb rules when buying new toothbrush are; the brush has to be crooked, the handle has to be comfy, and the brush has to be in medium. I'm not that fussy. Oh well. 

So, overall, I don't think I wasted anything on this.
The only downside of this pack is that it has no pink-coloured toothbrush. :(

Now, this is something I openly admit that I bought without even thinking. 

It is a spa salt which you can use to scrub your whole body with the hope that it will become brighter; as if your skin is just like the tiles on your bathroom walls which you can just scrub clean with some Cif paste!

I mean, look at the pictures of suggestion areas of the body for us to use this on! Most left picture is the picture a human's back. Reasonable. I scrub my back.

The second picture is the picture of the underarm. 
Fuck, no. Your armpit skin is not as thick as the buffalo's skin! Imagine rubbing sand onto your armpit if you are to use this product on your armpit as per the instruction on the pack! It'll be as painful as hell damnit!

The moment I picked it up, I knew I'll never trust this grainy scrubby thingy! I just took it because I wanted to play around with it. Who knows the grainy texture might be useful in... making sand art pictures?? Why I bought it remains a mystery... RM5.50, I think.

Plaster. RM1.50. You'll never know when you're gonna need it, right? One day; God knows when will that day come; I will need a plaster that is conveniently lying in my purse waiting for it's day to be used.

You can't say I'm wrong either on this! :p

Nah. I bought this because I always keep a few pieces of plasters on standby in my bag. Most of the time, I don't use it for myself. We have an aid kit at the workplace, but plaster is the item that we run out most frequently, and I don't have the convenience to run to the HR department all the time to replenish. Boring story.

What reason would one buy this item other than the fact that it smells good and it makes your wardrobe smells good too?? :D

I suddenly had the strongest urge to just get this home and hang it in my wardrobe, so I bought 2 pieces of these at RM3.50 each.

Umm... Yeah... I know I'll never be drinking this tea because it tastes like shit.

I took it because Kak Shima was telling me that this is good shit.

It came in a twin pack at RM24.00. I gave one pack to Kak Shima. We were suppose to split money for this, but she paid for my lunch; hence.

Why the fuck did I feel like colouring my hair? Oh, I forgot. I need no reason for I have shut my mind. :p

This hair dye was at RM12.90.

Honestly, I don't believe in Halal hair-colourant and non-halal hair colourant. I am also too lazy to elaborate on my remark so let's just leave this here as it is.

By the time I wrote this, I've already opened up this pack and coloured my hair. Nothing happened. The colour of the dye is exactly as my current hair colour. So it didn't do anything at all to my hair. 

I've written about not ever doing my hair colour myself again, but I'm just a monkey who can't wait for another days to get this box to the hairdresser just to see what will happen to my hair if I put this on, so I fucking did it myself. It was no rocket science.

Let's see if anything happens after a few washes.

I haven't had this jelly for the longest time!!

It's made of water, sugar, colourant and flavourant that has absolutely no nutritional values to your body, and it brings you no benefit because it will fuck your body more than doing any good to it. RM3.90 wasted.

Buying this can never be a waste of money!!

I'm at 24 now, so I have to live for another about 25 years of my life dealing with monthly period; so I am bound to use this product sooner or later. 

Just picked up this particular one because I saw the ads on the tv, and this is like, the newest variants the the Laurier has to offer. So I thought I'd give it a try. Intro price at RM3.90.

Another waste of money. It's hair oil that I bought with the hope that this will help with my hair loss.

but I know I will never finish this. I simply don't like using oil on my hair because it's hard to wash it off. 

I'll probably use this product twice or thrice, and after that the bottle will sit on the dressing table to expire. Happened before.

Why the fuck did I buy something that I know I'll never use?! Now I'm angry at myself!! :(((

This is not a waste of money. It's my foundation cream. Need this to make my make-up perfect.

After years of searching that one tone of the cream that shall match my skin perfectly, I found this. Since a year ago, I've been using this cream and only this cream as my foundation.

RM34.00 after 50% discount. Bought the first tube at RM69. So definitely not a waste of money.
Nuff said.

What waste of money?? This is staple food, okay?! 

Oh, boy... I starting to get lazy on elaborating the pictures... :p

You see, I have read countless times where experts (or so they called themselves?) saying that women are not supposed to wash themselves with the feminine wash everyday. If it's possible just don't ever use this. Because our down there has already have its own immune system; and washing yourself with the fem wash will only disturbs the balance of the bacteria (lactobacillus) and the fungus (candida) that co-exist inside the body and thus promote infections.

So I cut down using the wash from daily to once a week and finally I stopped using this wash completely.



Fuck me... I think it was either RM4.60 or RM4.90


I can't resist the taste! :3

But I don't really indulge into instant drinks, so these packs will stay in my drawer for a long, long time.

Overall, almost half of the items that I bought are a complete waste of money; while the rest of them are things that I don't require; although they can come in handy.

I am yet to discover the art of controlling the urge to buy these random items just because the moment I  saw it, my head goes, "this object looks interesting. It may or may not benefits me but I'm going to buy it anyway because I can't even think about living my life in the agony; wondering what my life could have been like by having this object around. I MUST BUY THIS."

Like I said, it didn't just happened to me. :p

At least they are just random everyday items. Not like I wasted money on buying a life that I can't afford, or something. I definitely will not turn into an excessive- compulsive shopper...

So I'm not that hopeless after all. :3

As usual, I shall end this blog with a camwhore picture of myself. :p

P/S : (16th Oct, 2013) from my blog's viewers' stats, somehow, this entry was visited the most by readers. I re-read it and, my God, I had lots of grammatical errors here and there. I think I didn't really do any proof-reading on this entry; hence. Still to lazy to correct them tho.