"Erotic massage is NOT a crime."

Now that I got your attention...

I am sooo amused by this new revelation and its colourful, lovely quotes (click on the title).

Observed:

"Urut batin is a form of traditional Malay massage that helps the body circulate more blood to the penis while increasing the strength of erections to improve sexual stamina.
However, the ‘shake’ is offered to please the customers during the urut batin session."

"MASTURBATION is not prostitution and it is not mentioned in the Penal Code, said Ampang Jaya police chief Assistant Commissioner Amer Awal."

Do you know its Visit Malaysia year this year? Uh huh, I think we should include that in our brochure. Something along the lines of...

"In Malaysia, prostitution is WRONG WRONG WRONG!!! ...hand jobs on the other hand are just spiffy. These are some of the great places that we recommend for you to get the best... 'shake' experience ever..."

Don't you think it'll be a great boost to the country's tourist industry if they just include that in?

Film Nerds.

It sucks being broke, but there are such thing as 'deserving, fulfilling broke'.

My current predicament is such as that.


There's a French Film Festival goin on is a local cinema here, well okies, in GSC. And being the wannabe-artsy-fartsy-pretentious-snob/poser that I am, I just have to go watch it. Hey, just because I'm a poser, doesn't mean that I don't enjoy art house and/or international movies ok. I am all about that daaaahhling. Watching an art house movie or an international movie that requires reading the subtitles (yes, I'm talking to you, you Lazy) is an expansion of the mind. There are other things that are better than the mainstream garbage that Hollywood churns out every year. Pirates of the Caribbean? I won't touch that with a 40feet pole. I admire the revenue that it must bring in but I mock the non-intellectuality of that ...'movie'.





More like garbage, really.





Now, excuse me while I go find a place to hide as millions of POTC fans come after me with pitchforks screaming "Burn the witch at the stake!! She mocks o' holy POTC! Blasphemy!".





I plan to watch only one film which is Hors de Prix (Priceless), so I called up Cheesecakeerian to see if she wanna join me and she said that she would. She lives around the area so its easy to get to there. Something that I am forever jealous of. The fact that she lives near my favourite shopping mall and that she even do her grocery shopping there. And I live in, literally, another town. I'm serious, it takes me half an hour to drive from home to college everyday. That's not including rush hour traffic.

Rush hour traffic is a bitch.

That film is excellent by the way and the then we decided that we gonna watch another French film- Mon Meilleur Ami (My Best Friend). Not as good as the first one coz its slow but towards the end, its some heartwarming stuff. I was tearing a bit in the cinema. HAHAHA. After that we watched another film- La Science de Reves (The Science of Sleep). This is my favourite one out the three. Surrealism at its very best. So that's 3 films in a row. Yup.

In one day.

Hey, some people drink. Some people do drugs. Some people, mainly film nerds, watch 3 films in a row. Coz that's what film nerds do.Plus its not like the French Film Festival is around for a long time, its like here for only 10 days and they're showing 7 films only. So 3 out of 7 is good.

I heart international flicks.

Because of that 3 films in a row, I am now broke. Lovely. But its worth it. Next up is the Japanese Film Festival... think I'm gonna do 4 in a row for that. Heh.

Btw, I'll be writing movie reviews of the 3 movies I've seen in the weeks to come. Because on top of being a an artsy-fartsy-pretentious-snob, I am also a movie critic ;-p

I wish I'm evil.

Than I could kill people without remorse.

But thing is...I'm not evil.

Having a conscience sucks donkey balls.

Welcome to the new term

So it has begun...the going to class everyday. The staying up until 3 in the morning to finish up pending assignments. The self-inflicted-brain-torture trying to figure out a catchy/awesome/doable thesis statement. The anxiety attacks before presentations. The planning of outfits to wear to class as to not be upped by those skinny, annoying bimbos that frolic around on campus ground. In other words-

Welcome to the new term

It's a good place to be...some of the time.

Like WTF?

Today I am going to start a new...section in my blog. One might say. Its when I blog about ridiculous shit that I have heard in the news. And each of these stories will all have the same title: Like WTF?

Yes, my vocab is amazing.

I know.

Now the first story I will talk about is the news regarding hair thieves in Myanmar. Uh huh. Hair thieves. Its not enough that the world have to cope with money-thieves, identity-thieves, car-thieves, corpse-thieves (yeah there are such things), people thieves (otherwise known as kidnappers but I'm following the '-thieves' thread so bear with me), now we have hair thieves.

Apparently long haired women in Myanmar now have to watch out because there's a bunch of bastards going around and cutting their hair. According to the article published in www.cnn.com , these hair cost $300 to $400 when it weighs 3.2pounds (that's 1.6kg). They attacked these women when they are shopping, when they're in the train, anywhere really where they have access to these long haired women. Victims reported that they didn't even realise that their hair have been cut until much later which bring me to the conclusion that the people who are doing this isn't just a bunch of bastards, but a bunch of sly bastards.

You know its sad enough that these days when you go out you gotta be really careful. Always paranoid that you gonna encounter a snatch thief around the corner. Or the guy who's staring at you in the train is a pervert and the fact that he's staring at you with a stupid grin on his face while his hand is conveniently hidden under the newspaper, on his lap, is Not good. If you don't get what I'm saying then stop reading. Clearly you are at the wrong blog. Then of course the stories that you hear about women being pushed inside their own cars and then drove to some God-forsaken place and gang raped. Now this...Bladi hair thieves.

Its just sooo sad what the world is coming to. Even hair is stolen from you. Its pissing me off. But it saddens me more. The world have gone mad. Its no longer safe. The days of rainbows and butterflies and flower power where everyone love each other have come and gone. Or perhaps that just existed in the Hippies deluded reality. They were high on weed back in the 60ties so you might never know...

All I know is that I'm growing my hair now and if anyone try to steal it, I will pepper-spray them. Not in their eyes. On their balls.

Coz its sure as hell burn there as well.