Million Dollar Mutton

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mutton

if I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?

wit is educated insolence

show me a sane man and I will cure him for you

don’t be so humble - you are not that great

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If men can run the world, why can't they stop wearing neckties? How intelligent is it to start the day by tying a little noose around your neck?	Saturday, September 5, 2009, 1:22 PM Would you look at that? I had actually blogged for three straight days now. Hurrah to me. claps And during those three days, I have put on weight, I'd started perspiring like a mad cow everywhere, even walking seemed like I was jogging to the pit of my grave. Not to mention just sitting under the shade when the sun's out. I amuse myself every single time. And then, I'd get annoyed. I could find things like these becoming interesting topics for a conversation. And those people who would rather lie down on their beds and rot but instead, whole-heartedly willing to hear me whine about a stupid matter would be none other than Beautiful Bouncer and my infamous "NyotNyot" - also known as.... ......you know who the darn you are. LAUGHS LIKE MAD I am such a nice person today, I even concealed your identity. Don't laugh. No, I am ALWAYS nice. bats eyelashes Hee hee hee. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? Can't I indulge in self-pleasures of praising myself? I am so nice, I can even praise an African baboon for owning an ass which looks like it's having haemorrhoids or something. It's too sodding disgusting, it looks like a strawberry fruit cake. See? Who else could make a git for a primate feel so proud to have buttocks which looks like food? Eventhough I bet it doesn't smell like one. Who? Who? None other than myself. Anyway, I couldn't sleep last night. Maybe I was too tired to sleep. What the heck. Maybe it was the fan. Maybe it was the air-conditioner. Maybe it was the pillows. Maybe it was those 18 Siput Sedut that burned my whole mouth and throat till I had to cool it with the fan switched to the fullest. I don't know. Who in the hell in the name of humankind would make Siput Sedut so spicy, it would have given people stomach ulcer? And don't ask me why I still ate it. It's Siput Sedut dammit. Siput Sedut in Lemak Chilli gravy. SEE-PODE SUR-DOTE. It's like those Lychee drinks I went ga-ga over, but it's Siput Sedut. That's why I ate it. Fortunately my tummy didn't get upset or anything. But if it does, it's worth it. Because it's Siput Sedut. And the only time I get to eat them is during Ramadhan. It completes the atmosphere, you know. Like the bottles or packets filled with Kathira water in green, pink, blue, purple, yellow, orange, red, chocolate, black....(okay, part ni aku dah mengarot).....and many other ridiculous colours you can think of. Time flies and we're left with two more weeks of fast. School holidays have kicked in too. rubs chin ZAMAN BILA MAU SEKOLAH. Cheh, cheh. LAUGHS The last time I went to school was like what...................4 months ago? 4 months is a long time, quite gruelling too if you have to make your way to and fro from the court and to the Police HQ to make criminal reports and then proceeding to waste your life away waiting for the refund when you know it will never come. Nor will it fall from the sky. Not even if you went to a Bomoh. You have spent travelling expenses, and all you get is a bloody piece of letter from the Subordinates pertaining to something you have already known, or very much predicted because (LIKE DUH) it's obvious. I'm getting tired, too. Sigh. The world is but a cruel place we're living in. No wonder the Apeks are screaming "Go and die lah!" I really wonder if the hereafter would be a better place......... .....for you and for me and the en-tire human race. There are, people dying, if you care enough for the living.......(carries away in MJ's Heal The World) OKAY, MENGAROT. Alright, I'm done here. Off to do a bit of shopping before heading for a talk at SCOE. yawns And I need some sleep. Au revoir. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton		milliondollarmutton One has fear in front of a goat, in back of a mule, and on every side of a fool. Rabiatul Adawiyah Intelligently 2-W E N T-double E ONE popularly known as Bit they call me Mutton 25 March 1989 Pursuing a Diploma In Applied Psychology Freelance Professional Makeup Artist plugg_screambox@hotmail.com		partnersincrime aLex tHe LiOn cOnDoM GiRL gEntLe giAnt pArt-tiMe LovEr MiLo bLuRcOcK diVinE tEaSeR eEeZaRt aYLaNa dE gYaL KiLaT bUdAk hYpEr miRa iDoRa LuToT bEnGkOk cAyEnNe pOrNsTaR pErNiCiOuS dEaDfAmOuS sLiT eYeS mR fiGhTeR thehoipolloi mOrBiD sUiCiDaL pHaTyN mArShMaLLoW eTty nGiAo nGiAo jApAnEsEdOLL sHyMa hOLmEs eNnJaYy gEmOk oDeNg zEe-Ma-zEe aELfiZiO oNeAy mEeNi miNey mOe kEeLa aPiN gOLdEn pHoEniX LaLa nAd 'O' aCa-bELLiC rAdDy aRsHaNti powerofthepast + June 2009 + July 2009 + August 2009 + September 2009 + October 2009 + November 2009 + December 2009 + January 2010 + February 2010 + March 2010 + April 2010 + May 2010 + June 2010 + July 2010 + August 2010 + September 2010 + October 2010 + December 2010		theverbaldiarrhoea