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The other day I was at KFC in KLCC lining up for my lunch. I don’t really like to eat there, I just suddenly had a craving to suck on the flesh of a dead bird. And hopefully it wasn’t sneezing like hell when it died.

here is a story of an orange and his girl-orange!!

beautiful shots. especially of the miniature masks (good lighting) and homes by the river (nice reflection)

When asked to push, he told us that most of the Indian women would keep on screaming, “Aiyo!Ama!” repeatedly but not a single push was given. Chinese women would scream, “Sei lo!Sei lo” throughout the ordeal and at times would scold the doctor for asking them to push. The Malay ones will usually scream, “Ya Allah!Ya Allah!”. They all have a common thing between them, they would concentrate on screaming more than helping to push the child out.

There were so many of these people that I just did not have the nerve to even say Hello to. What would I say? What would I talk about? What if I get shunned? And then out of the blue, I would decide to just get over it and go talk to one of them. And, surprise surprise, they’re actually quite accessible, and not quite as scary as I thought them to be.

[Company name] has too many management level employees. Not only it created a void in the workforce (that is, the REAL people who actually gets work done), but also consumed larger shares on the allocated budget – limiting the annual pay increment of the middle/lower income executives. This will indirectly demotivate everyone and create a negative work environment. Sure enough, [company name] is a stable pillar for a lot of career seekers, but it is not a very good place to DEVELOP oneself.

Goodness though, the noise level! As soon as I came to Malaysia I discovered Cantonese is not spoken as much as yelled, and with twelve excited and enthusiatic ladies crammed around my dining table, the decibels rose and rose.

The following day, the Brazillians were interviewed on how they liked their visit to Malaysia.

“Your grass sucks. Your team sucks. But. We like your nightlife.”

Many Malaysians were deeply flattered.

I understand that this game started from our neighbours Brunei Darul Salam. The name of the game is actually “chor tai tee” but with a twist. This are the stakes. Winner of the game get to draw something on the face of the loser using either mascarra or lipstick. Sounds kind of boring eh? Let me tell you that this is extreme make-over at its best.