The Negrito and the YennaYenni guard that needed to be kickboxed

I live in a studio apartment. So in effect, I sleep in the living room.

Anyway, one night a few weeks ago, I was awoken at around 3am by someone rattling my door grill. I waited a while in case it's the neighbour's grill.

I tried to go back to sleep. But the grill was still being rattled. So I listened carefully. And yes, it is mine. Just to be doubly sure, I got out of bed and peeked under the door. Yes, there is someone there.

I wasn't sure what to do. So I grabbed a knife off the kitchen drawer, took my phone and went to the bathroom. And called the guard.

"Someone is trying to get into my apartment. 10-6-8. (Bukan unit sebenar)

Guard: "Are you sure you are not in 6-12-10" (Bukan unit sebenar)

wtf?

Anyway, I waited in the bathroom for another 10 minutes. Then I called them again.

"Why are you not here yet? There's someone trying to get into my unit."

"He's almost there."

I know this is an outright lie cause my block is the nearest guard house and it shouldn't take 5 minutes.

Then the sodding guard asked again, 'You are in 6-12-10 right?'

I screamed at him, 'No. 10-6-8. Can you come now. I'm scared."

So anyway, another 10 minutes, I heard commotion outside my door.

So dengan penuh macho, I opened my wooden door, knife in hand.

A Negrito was slumbered against my grill door.

I screamed!

Then the guard scolded the bastard for a full 5 minutes. He was so drunk he doesn't know where he lives. From the guard's outburst, I gathered this Negrito has done this before, getting drunk and being a pest.

So finally they escorted him off. And the the head guard apologised to me profusely, saying there's a mad woman in the other unit he mentioned and thought it was false alarm.

And I apologised for screaming at him. Wtf is wrong with me? I should have launched him into outer space for his nonchalance.

Anyway, I have been taking up kickboxing for a while. You would have thought I could defend myself with my skills instead of grabbing a knife that I know I will never have the guts to use.

Thing is, classes are a tad complicated.

First you have to perfect your stance. Legs wide open, toes turned out, hands in in 'w' position. Then you need to figure out which to execute: jab, upper cut or hook? What about the kick? Side kick, back kick or roundhouse?

And even if I do figure out where fists/legs go, I still couldn't wear the gloves myself. So do I ask the Negrito to put them on for me?

Moot point really. Probably by then the Negrito would have died laughing.

#MichaelOwenFacts - What you get when you piss off Liverpool and Newcastle fans

Michael Owen only signed Manchester United because he thought "Old Trafford" was a retirement home

Michael once left a knife in the fork drawer, but went home to swap it back as soon as he remembered.

Natasha Giggs text Michael once: "Come on over, nobody is home"... Michael went over... Nobody was home

Michael Owen once stayed up until midnight on New Year's Eve

Michael Owen wears a helmet when playing Jenga.

Michael Owen had his charisma removed after a childhood accident

Michael Owen uses Internet Explorer as his default web browser

Michael Owen loves nothing more than putting together multiple pieces of Ikea furniture on a Sunday afternoon

Michael Owen's favourite drink is water

Michael Owen never allows his car screenwash bottle to get below the 50% level

Michael Owen's favourite sex position is missionary.

Michael Owen once pulled his hamstring whilst completing a sudoku puzzle

Michael Owen once ate a slice of rum cake and was hung over for 2 days

Michael Owen wont listen to Elton John because he doesn’t like heavy metal

Michael Owen was breast fed untill 2004

Michael Owen has over 300 splinters in his arse since signing for MUFC

Michael Owen still doesn't know where babies come from

Michael Owen listens to the Spice Girls

Michael Owen still wets the bed

Michael Owen has had to replace the LED bulbs in his "flash when you walk" trainers 12 times since 1998

Michael Owen still gets out his Blue Peter 'Tracy Island' every now and then

Michael Owen has to wear a clip on tie every time he wears a suit if one of his parents arnt around to tie it for him

Michael Owen has 3 posters up on his bedroom wall. Ben 10, S Club 7 and John Barnes!

Michael Owen has a Power Rangers Lunch Box which he takes to Carrington! It has a shiny Star Wars sticker on the front!

When the Nuclear Holocaust happens, only 2 things will survive...Michael Owen and his bench.

Michael had to go home 6 minutes into Man Utd's Christmas Party due to injury

Michael gets his kids to read him a bed time story

Michael Owen is allowed up till quarter past 12 every new year, in recent years enjoying a can off Barr's Shandy

Michael Owen reads theTerms and Conditions of each product he purchases without fail

Michael Owen's hair has been played by the same actor for 37 years

Michael Owen defrosts his freezer before going on holiday and turns all electrical appliances off at the wall

Michael Owen still puts a flattened 10p carton above the back wheel of his BMX so it sounds like he's riding a motorbike

Michael Owen never leaves his TV on stand by

Michael Owen wont watch a pg film unless his parents are in the same room

Michael Owen doesn't get excited, he gets 'mildly stimulated'.

Michael Owen gets to watch a PG rated film at the weekends as a treat

In very cold weather, Michael Owen pretends he is smoking.

Michael Owen mixes ketchup and potato mash together so it's pink.

Michael Owen allows himself £7.50 spends in his weekly budget.

Michael Owen spends five hours per day sewing name labels into his underpants.

Michael Owen has one Flintstones vitamin before bed every night

When crossing the road, Michael Owen looks right, left & right again.

It's been discovered that listening to Michael Owen is a cure for long standing cases of severe insomnia.

Michael was a prefect and spokesperson for his school choir

Michael Owen irons his socks

Michael Owen is a keen and enthusiastic stamp collector

Michael Owen’s favourite colour is beige

Michael Owen always puts the lids back on biros!

Michael Owen is the patron saint of park benches!

Michael owen spends his lazy Sunday's painting walls just to watch them dry

After overhearing a bit of banter in the dressing room he went and bought a dutch oven and was miffed it didn't smell.

Michael Owen goes to bed at 9.30pm

Michael Owen collects his farts in a jam jar

Several people have actually died of boredom from reading his timeline.

Michael Owen is reading this and crying into his Postman Pat pillows.

#MichaelOwenFacts was trending worldwide last night.

My Space

I still love blogging the most.

Loved Facebook. But the second last change, the sidebar thingie, was too much of an invasion of privacy to make me feel comfortable to stay interacting there. My official FB is now dormant. Read only mode. Shame.

My imaginary FB is still active though. I don't have to watch what I say there, since most people there are either imaginary friends or real friends I'm comfortable with.

Twitter is fun for stalking footballers. And chat about football with like-minded strangers. Still, it gets confusing and there's no way to easily access what's been said. Yeah, I suka syok sendiri and re-read what I wrote.

G plus, now this is something that I like. It's rather quiet but after the chaos that was FB, I appreciate the lack of 'friends'. In fact, I hope to keep G plus quiet, just a small circle of friends that I'm comfortable with.

But blogging is where it's still at. Orang tak baca pun tak pe.

In fact, I'm going to treat it like the hybrid of FB and G plus.

Here's to more updates in 2012. Orang tak baca pun tak pe.

But in case there's someone out there reading this, ahem...chekidaut how my new year began :D

Ko hado?

Try it.

If you can pronounce correctly every word in this poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world.

After trying the verses, a Frenchman said he’d prefer six months of hard labour to reading six lines aloud.

Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.

I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.

So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it’s written.)

Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;

Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;

Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;

Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.

Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.

And your pronunciation’s OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.

Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.

Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does.

Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.

Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.

Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Fe0ffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.

Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.

Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,

Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.

Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.

Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.

Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.

Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.

Phlegm, phlegmatic, ass, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.

Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.

Pronunciation (think of Psyche!)
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won’t it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?

It’s a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough,
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!!!

English Pronunciation by G. Nolst Trenité

(edited by creating paragraphs for easy readibility.)

Taken from: http://www.thepoke.co.uk/2011/12/23/english-pronunciation/

Pergi mampus Dhia dan Zikir

Semua dah mati. Bagus. Orang lain menangis, I felt like throwing my precious McD's Coke glasses (I have all the colours btw. Ko hado?) at the telly.

Yes, Tentang Dhia was that hanjenglina jolie.

I got caught watching this while waiting for Buletin Utama. Tobat tamau tengok drama Melayu dah. Menanahkan otak.

The heroine Dhia (Nora Danish) idok le lawa mana pun. And her character. Astaghafirullahalazim. Bodoh, lembik, tak reti tolong diri sendiri. Tapi degil nak mampus. Orang nak tolong tak nak, nak berkorban. Memang patut kena bully. Tak de character, tak de harga diri, tak de tulang belakang.

Dah lah lemah lentok. 'Maaaak', 'abaaang'. Semua jadi tiga harakat uols. Rasa nak lempang.

Lepas tu baik beyond belief. Well, others would call her baik. I would call her boring nak mampus. Patut pun kau mampus at the end. Yahoo.

Sama macam Maya Karan in Ombak Rindu jugak.

Si Zikir (Adiputra hot loverz uols ) ni pulak, Zakar ke apa? Sama bangang dengan Dhia. Muka gangster, tangan ketak-ketak, tapi panggil Dhia, sampai 3 harakat. Lemas.

And of courselah...jawapan ada depan mata tapi tatau cari penyelesaian. Kata kapel agong, tapi ada adversity sikit, tak reti bawak berbincang.

What bothers me most is seeing tweets like, "Aku nak jadi sabar macam Dhia," "Aku nak suami macam Zikir."

Good lord!

And here I am tepuk tangan bila dua-dua mati. Good riddance.

Why I have tit envy

21 January 2011

So I have this client who's a Tuan Haji who somehow doesn't mind me. He would say things like, "I nak solat kejab. You pergi lah smoke dulu."

Oookay.

He does torture me by making me listen to the ceramah ugama on youtube though.

Oh well.

Anyway, he called me today, said there's an urgent job. So off I go. Sigh. It's effing Friday night but he pays promptly.

Oh well.

Anyway, he was in an agitated state.

Apparently, a medium sized agency came over pitching their services. He decided to try them out. "You're a one-man show. I thought these guys could have a faster turnaround."

Basket.

So he called them over for a brief.

'Why do you want to see me then?"

"You tahu tak. Dia datang bawak satu perempuan tetek besar..besar gila..pakai baju ketat, taruk atas meja. Macamana my staff nak kerja with them?It's not going to work. The guys semua dok ketar-ketar. The ladies semua bengang ingat - 'oh, ko berlagak tetek ko besar ye..tak pe.'

What am I supposed to say to that kind of outburst?

Then he went on.

"Yang sorang tu pakai mini skirt. Sure janda."

Whaaaaaaaaa?? What's the logic? Does that mean he thinks I'm a janda also?

Anyway, the upshot is, he now wants me to do the job. There goes my fucking weekend.

Fuck the big-titted cow.

Hang on a sec. Does this mean I'm no threat to his female staff?

I'm bitter.

Kisah Cinta Agong Kepala Hotak Kau

I'm not into movies. Telly is strictly for footie and news. And after reading this review, I'd definitely won't be going to watch Ombak Rindu anytime soon.

Excerpts from: thatmoviebloggerfella blogspot com (You can read the full review there)

Izzah (Maya Karin) seorang gadis kampung yang bekerja sebagai ustazah, berkawan dengan Mail (Bront Palarae) yang menaruh hati terhadapnya, dan tinggal bersama makciknya (Delimawati) yang sakit tenat dan pakciknya (Kamarool Yusof) yang kejam.

Malangnya, Izzah dibawa oleh pakciknya ke kotaraya KL dan dijual kepada bapa ayam, lantas dirogol oleh seorang anak kaya bernama Hariz (Aaron Aziz).

Hariz kemudian membeli Izzah dan menyimpannya sebagai perempuan simpanan dan hamba seks, tetapi mula jatuh hati dengannya lalu menikahkannya.

Namun begitu, Hariz sudah bertunangkan seorang pelakon filem bernama Mila (Lisa Surihani), dan ibunya Dato' Sufiah (Azizah Mahzan) juga menggesanya supaya mengahwini Mila.

Walaupun Izzah dilayan baik oleh Pak Dollah (Zaidi Omar) dan Mak Jah (Normah Damanhuri), pekerja keluarga Hariz, namun dia terpaksa menghadapi pelbagai rintangan dan kesengsaraan demi cintanya terhadap si perogol Hariz tu.

Masyallah. Inikah "kisah cinta agung" yang berjaya meraut lebih RM12 juta di box-office? Kisah cinta antara wanita yang lemah dan tidak berpewatakan dengan lelaki yang menderanya secara fizikal, emosional dan seksual?

Filem ini menjual female submission fantasy, atau fantasi pengakuran wanita, kepada masyarakat dimana hampir 40% wanita menghadapi keganasan rumahtangga. Dan apakah mesej disebalik fantasi ini?

Jika anda didera, diseksa dan dicabul kehormatan anda, baik diam saja? Hanya kerana laki kau hensem macam Aaron Aziz? Kau ingat makin kau biar diri kau didera, makin pendera kau akan jatuh cinta dengan kau? Kalau kau lawa macam Maya Karin mungkinlah, tapi kalau tak, mampuslah kau? Pasal filem ni, rosak segala usaha NGO seperti Pertubuhan Pertolongan Wanita (WAO) dan All Women's Action Society (AWAM) yang bertungkus lumus membantu dan memberi kaunseling kepada wanita mangsa penderaan suami.

Dan si Izzah ni abende? Heroine paling tak guna dalam sejarah perfileman Malaysia. Langsung tidak mengambil apa-apa tindakan aktif mahupun membuat apa-apa keputusan, hanya bereaksi kepada segala yang berlaku dalam cerita ini (dan reaksinya 90% ialah nangis).

Tiada personaliti, tiada harga diri, tiada usaha untuk memperbaiki hidupnya dan tiada tanggungjawab keatas kebahagiaan dirinya sendiri. Biar orang lain jaga dia je, dan kalau orang tu kejam terhadap dia, harapkan tangisan je akan buat orang tu kasihankan dia.

Macam ni nak jadi heroine? Siapa nak jatuh cinta dengan perempuan macam ni? Hanya lelaki yang egotis dan dominan macam Hariz, yang inginkan hamba bukan isteri. Lelaki yang benar-benar menghormati kaum wanita dan menganggap wanita sebagai sama taraf akan memilih perempuan yang bijak, berkemampuan dan berpendirian. Yang macam Izzah ni, memang tak layak nak hidup bahagia dalam dunia ini.

Sigh... sekali lagi sebuah filem yang buat aku berang masa mula-mula, makin lama makin buat aku hilang rasa marah itu. Sebab fantasi yang dihidangkan oleh arahan Osman Ali, serta skrip yang ditulisnya bersama Armantono (diadaptasikan dari novel Fauziah Ashari), dimasak dengan cukup sedap.

Ini sebuah melodrama yang tak tahu malu ingin memeras airmata dari penonton, dan saya rasa ia digarap dengan baik. Sinematografinya efektif dalam menangkap alam sekitar pantai, sawah padi dan ladang teh yang indah dan romantis. Plotnya tak cincai dan bangang macam Lagenda Budak Setan (yang juga diskripkan oleh Armantono dan diarah oleh Sharad Sharan yang kini menjadi penerbit Ombak Rindu).

Paling nyata ialah perubahan watak Hariz dari pendera yang keji kepada hero romantik penuh berperasaan yang mampu menggoyangkan lutut penonton wanita, dilakonkan dengan mantap oleh Aaron Aziz. Rupanya yang kendu gilababi sudah tentu membantu, tetapi beliau juga ada kemahiran disebalik kehensemannya. (Tak seperti Farid Kamil.)

Cerita melodrama mesti ada watak jahat, dan filem ini ada dua. Yang paling menyerlah ialah ibu Hariz yang dipersembahkan dengan penuh over-the-top oleh Azizah Mahzan. Seringkali saya dapati Osman sangat teruja menunjukkan betapa eeeevilnya watak Dato' Sufiah ini, sehingga mekap dan pencahayaan pun berganding dengan lakonan Azizah bagi menjayakan kejahatan yang amat menghiburkan.

Watak jahat kedua ialah Mila tunang Hariz yang saya tak sangka sebenarnya bukan jahat sangat. Lakonan Lisa Surihani menggambarkan seorang gadis yang dimanja teruk, sehingga bila Hariz ingin putuskan tunangan, dia buat perangai macam budak kecil yang tak dapat mainan yang dia mahu. (Ramai yang kata lakonannya terlalu over, tapi saya rasa inilah sebenarnya watak yang paling sesuai dengan bakat Lisa.) Tetapi kemudian kita lihat Mila ini juga ada dalamnya, ada perasaan yang tidak diduga dan mampu menimbulkan rasa simpati. Malah, saya sanggup kata dialah watak yang pada akhirnya paling mulia dan berani dalam cerita ini.

Heroinenya pula bagaimana? Tetap tak guna. Saya juga kurang terkesan dengan lakonan Maya Karin; beliau seperti tidak tahu apa nak buat dengan watak yang begitu lemah dan pasif.

Penonton pula, nak buat apa dengan heroine ini dan cerita ini? Saya berdoa agar mereka takkan jadikannya sebagai pedoman, atau jadikan Izzah sebagai contoh wanita solehah, sebab ya Allah tidak.

Hakikatnya filem ini adalah sebuah fantasi yang memaniskan sesuatu yang amat pahit bagi beribu-ribu wanita dalam realiti.

(Love the review. LOL funny. On a more sober note, can't believe the novel was written by a woman. )

All I want for Christmas is YOU

Dear Santa (I know you must be Jew since you've never granted any of my wishes),

I'm chubby, gebu, pretty, witty, creative and if the guy is not rank, I've been known to swallow.

All I want for Christmas is a husband with the following criteria:

- Rich
- Adult-sized dick (Length is secondary, but must be tebal)
- Generous in bed (Read: Foreplay, foreplay, foreplay)
- Tall but not skinny (boroi sikit tak pe)
- Not old or ugly
- Not fair
- Can speaka da England
- Witty
- Not an MU fan

I've asked my friends on Twitter to RT this two days before Christmas. But no response whatsoever. Tsk. Korang ni tak de rich friends ke?

Pelir, pelir and more pelir

My favourite relative is my cousin, Kak R. She's a lot older than I am and barely speaks English, but we get on like two skanks in a threesome with Frank Lampard in hot tub in Vegas.

Kak R is simply hilarious. I've never spent time with her and not laugh my head off.

I even lived with her family for a year, back when I was doing my first year and her husband was doing his PHD. It's the first time I've ever lived in a functional family environment. Well, if you can call her family functional.

Back then, she has two kids. A boy and a girl. I think that was the start of my love affair with chubby little girls.

She has always been obsessed with 'pelir'. Anyone's pelir but her husband's, that is.

She'd go, 'Besor pelir F (son) ni. Ni ikut family Kak R ni.' She would say this in her husband's presence. What he makes of it I don't know.

I still see her often. I even have my own room in her house, complete with an attached bathroom. She loves me too :D

Her husband supports Liverpool. So she sort of watch football too. But somehow, she's more fascinated with Arsenal.

'Ya Allah Lily, hudohnya black kat Arsenal ni."




*pause*

"Tapi tak pe lah. Tuhan tu maha adil. Orang huduh dia bagi pelir kerah kekong. Macam sudu besi hentak kat meja."

That's quite an analogy, innit?

"Orang putih lain. Besar tapi lembik. Percayalah cakap Kak R."

Where she gets all these gems I don't know.

Just a few days ago, she came up with another observation, out of the blue.

"Lily, kalau ada orang umor dua puloh tekel Lily, Lily jangan layan. Pelir besar ibu jari je."

Whoa. Where did that come from?

Do I look like Rosnah Mat Aris?!?

Speaking of which, Rosnah Mat Aris once tried to tekel one of the part time kids.

What happened was, she bumped into him at a snooker joint and offered to belanja him and his friends.

So I asked part time kid, "Habis, you layan tak?"

To which he replied, 'Tak nak lah. Dah lah tua, gemuk pulak tu."

Kici hati mek tau.

Pelir betullah budak-budak ni. Or, rather, if we go by Kak R, "pelir besar ibu jari betullah budak-budak ni."

A conversation I barely had with someone I barely know

Someone I barely know (SIBK): Lily!!!! Lama tak jumpa.

Me: (wondering who the feck she is): A'ah...how are you? Kat mana sekarang? (standard answer hoping she'd give her call card so I don't have to ask her name)

SIBK: Masih kat tempat lama lah nok....nak pergi mana lagi...you dah kawin ke?

Me: Same lah..you?

SIBK: I masih makjan (Note: Short for Mak Janda aka divorcee) tapi dah ada boyfriend you...

Me: Siapa?

SIBK: Indonesian Chinese...tapi dia family man you..so mak jadi BMW je nyah..nak jadi second wife pun tak boleh sebab dia Buddhist...malaslah nak fikir

Me: BMW tu apa?

SIBK: Black Market Wife lah hahahahahaha...tapi best you...dia dah bayar habis hutang kereta and rumah I. He gave me 45k last month. And dia dah set me up with a casting house..I have four staff .dia .businessman you...kalau setakat Blackberry, iphone, ipad...mention je..sure dapat...LV pun dah dapat..lepas ni nak mintak Gucci pulak..

Me: Wah..bestnya...sure service tip top ni

SIBK: Eh...I Brazillian you..dia kata gebu macam kuih pau...and my spotlight masih tegang..I maintain pakai Wacoal you.

Me: ..................

Actually, where did we meet ek?