why do i have to have a title?

hey, to my readers out there... i think there are five. but only three actually leave comments, the other two just tell me in person. HEY! i loved that new article on your blog!!!!
i'll look at her and ask. "then why the hell didn't you leave a comment?"
and they'll say things like "my computer went nuts and i could not leave a comment" or "malas lah!" or "i dunno" or "why should i?" or "tah"
never mind about the lack of readers, i'm gonna concentrate on the ones i have.
hey!!! you might have noticed that i've just changed my blog layout. you like?
i got it off pimp my profile under...
i dont remember.the small pics and extras have also dissappeared as is what apparently happens when you change layouts...i think that's whack.
so, today Datuk Sheikh Mussazafa came to our school. for those who know him you might squeal and jump up and down... if you dont know him, just google his picture under sheikh mussafa and you will see why the girls scream for him....
i dont. he came to our school to give a speech about things in space...
he asked us if we had any questions and they did (keep in minds i said THEY) but only some were actually about space. one girl asked him when he was getting married.
another asked how he pooped (well at least that has something to do with space)
regardless to say, the girls were more interested in his ass than what he talked about. and me, i was just there for the show. it was kind of funny seeing the girl who asked him when he was getting married shiver and stutter in public... she was hyperventilating...
i was amused by how the girls were acting around him... suddenly it was all eye lashes and flirtatious smiles. not all, but about 99%
i have to admit he is cute, but still, dont those girls know he is probably used to all that attention? why waste their time?
anyway, i gotta go, my mum's calling for dinner, the laptop (if facebooking were a sport, my mum'll have 6pax) and my laptop's bat is really low... gotta go

city life in KL

hare in KL we love to sing patriotic songs, we love to give way and open the doors for others, we love to say please and thank you, and i will like to inform you that in reality... its nothing close to this Merdeka day ad. on TV.
In reality we are the third rudest city in the world, according to the reader's digest poll in 2006 (i think it was 2 years ago)
and New York scored 1st most polite city in the world.
but despite the fact that NYC is courteous and we are not, we do share one dilema.... public transportations...both of ours only have our train stations (subway/LRT for NYC and KL) within our city and they are both very dirty. but the thing that I'm not sure we both do the same is what we do when waiting for our stop on the train, especially if its a long stop.
,some people might read,pick their noses,kiss their spouses and listen to their i-pods and mp3s...
others scout around for an ass to tap or a pocket to pick....
and the rest... I don't know. Maybe they talk their friends and text and talk and stare..... but all these past times are only about 20% of what people do in public transportation. 80% of people in KL actually spend their time in the LRT trying not to get squashed to death.
yup! that is right!

we do not breath. well, not fresh air at least.

one of the reasons why this is so (not including the fact that our transportation system,unlike NYC's, sucks and also the fact that the oil prices hike up.who says the kids dont feel the push?) due to the fact in the caption, most people use the LRT, and in this city when they see a full train, they will still squash their fat arses in while pushing and swearing under their breath. most of the culprits are old ladies.
i really don't understand that(the ass in a sardine can thing),i personally do not shove my ass where it does not fit (including a pair jeans a size to small) because just like the jeans, if i shove my ass into a packed LRT, you are shoving your ass into someone else's face, you wont be able to move nor breath and as a bonus! other people wont be able to breath either. that is why i do not understand it when someone chooses to torture his/herself(and others). Don't they LIKE to breath?
I do. to be fair,if you are late it is okay (even if in Malaysia you normally turn up at a meeting 30 minutes late to actually be on time) what about the old ladies at the pasar who shove their butts in the train? i doubt they have anywhere important to go (especially those who shoves their friend's asses in with them to talk loudly in the train)
when you live in KL or work there and do not take the public transports you will find yourself swearing on the road when you drive home (now that the traffic had lessened due to oil prices) it is not so bad... but you cant escape it. when i ride with my mum in the car my past time is to read and try to ignore my mum's rigorous swearing in 2 languages as well as the swearwords i thought her in German. if I'm not doing that I'll be listening to my i-pod while catching site of a maxis (our local cellular communications company... one of the four) service van speeding and driving like a maniac and thinking "now THATS speed coverage" or I'm looking at the scenery of industrial and business buildings and then have that cut of by a driver on the left lane picking his nose.

that's life huh?