Do you see it? There's shit flying all over the place, man. Malaysia is covered with human droppings all over the place and it's all coming from the Parliament building. Walau-eh! These people, I tell you, like drama, man.
You sodomizer. You effed a dead blown-up woman. You tell lies. You take photos. You write letter. You snoozed on the job.
Aiyo....tsk tsk tsk. I thought I was stressed out. I cannot imagine what the eedeots are doing and feeling in there. They are probably like CSI or some X-File thing, right? Digging left right and center to find a loophole or a photo, fabricate a story and then publish. The press is the stupid SH lah, in this case. But they have no choice.
Here's the thing...why don't they just hire some farker to plant a bomb in the enemy's home and be done with. All this sheet flinging isn't doing the country any good lah, rite? We would rather they get it over and done with and then concentrate on how to make the nation a better (and less expensive) one to live in.
Not only that, there are many other issues apart from who is farking who, blowing up who, lying about who and they're ALL more important than saving the ozone, reducing crime rate, helping citizens survive the economy slump, bringing the gas price down, preserving peace in the country.
Erm, something is really, really wrong lah.
Summore, you know US govt-lah, they will try to step in to save the country wan. They will, I repeat WILL try to step in if things get out of hand. Then our dearly beloved PM ask them to butt out.
I tell you what! If the farkers don't know how to do the job well enough, I think I welcome US intervention lah. Bush or no Bush, nemer main, don't care. Come in and stop the blardie ruckus...those squabbling eediots are getting on my nerves.
I was kind of a little sad when I read the news about this - there will be no live-in Indonesian maids in Malaysia anymore . There are pros and cons to having a live-in maid, as with everything else, but for us, we enjoyed more pros than cons. Back then, when my kids were little, we brought in a family of maids to help with...well, just about everything, and we were like two families merged into one. They ate what we ate, we sleep, they sleep, we shop, they shop, they joke, we laugh, we joke, they laugh...for me, the maid I hired was more like a sister and side-kick to me. For that few years, I was dependent on her to mind-read my schedule and when I need or don't need help. She picked things up quickly and we ended up having lots of moments whereby we were in sync. Today, two of them are on my Facebook and we were gleefully chatting over Facebook Messenger since they've just discovered the wonders of the Internet and Social Media. Since we were more like partners in crim...
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