HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?

LEBATKAN RAMBUT?

Ok fine i kenot brain this how can telur siput annoying kale pink tu leh berbakti kepada bangsa dan negara sedangkan aku ni duk tengok depa pun dah give up urghhh seriously geli especially bila dia pecah OHMAIGOAT bunyi dia gila make me stress like cipan tahu dak T_____T

*amaran : gambar sume pesen ulang tayang harap maklum*

ini lah dia T____T

Aku baru tahu ini anak sapa. Ini lah anak siput gandong eh salah salah SIPUT GONDANG (pesen malas backspace) ok perangai ini lah yang kita taknak ye kengkawan ni pesen pangai bila nak kawin beriya pastu bila dapat anak ditinggal tinggalkan *tetiba* so bila dah bersepah sepah telur ni yang stress nya sapa???

AKU JUGAKKKKKK zzZzzz T_____T

Aku jumpa telur siput gondang ni masa aku buat final projek kat poli. Telur ni aku tengok dari Semester 1 2008 lagi masa aku pegi balik kelas lalu tasik PSIS. Ku pikir mende ni lumut atototooo omeynye kale pinkkkk. Pegi balik pegi balik kelas every sem mesti tertanya tanya amende la ni.

i dont like you seriously T____T

Pastu bila dah start wat final projek kan duk ari ari keje kekorek longkang jela sampai acik cleaner singgah melawat tapak akibat pelik apehal la student ni duk kekorek longkang ni acah acah nak wat part time ngan aku ke apa HAHAHA #hambar fineeeee sentap gila fineee.

eny di dera wuuu #shingshing

Aku : “Acik, ni amende wane pink ni cik? Lumut ke apa?”

Acik : “Oh.. ini telur siput…”

T_________T

Si Rafiq plak tangan gatal duk pecah pecah kan telur berkenaan guna ranting peh bunyi dia T____T ko paham tak perasaan ngilu dia dengan ghope cam jem stroberinye *matikslah nak makan jem stroberi pasni*

GILA ANNOYING TAHU TAKKKKK???

telur siput gondang sebelum pecah

telur siput gondang pecah euwww grosssss T___T

Okay cite skang mende ni walaupun annoying still leh lakukan khidmat masyarakat. Depa boleh melebatkan rambut wei rupanya ade jugak orang duk cari telur siput gondang or nama lain dia siput tiong ni sampai tersangkut kat blog aku huuu.

KEGUNAAN TELUR DAN SIPUT GONDANG/SIPUT TIONG

• Boleh buat ubat utuk melebatkan rambut so untuk sesiapa yang nak lebatkan rambut tu no need yunnam haircare dah ang pi je kutiptelur  siput tepi tasik PSIS nun hang lumuq lah ataih pale hangggg gerenti lebat baqhang.
• Anda juga boleh mengambil inisiatif dengan melumurkan telur siput gondang ni pada ketiak anda untuk melebatkan bulu ketiak ok fine ini tipu fine
• Siput ni boleh buat umpan pancing
• Elok untuk ayam ngan itik yang mengalami masalah lembik pinggang haa ni pesen ternakan takleh jalan gittew so ade gak yang dah try depa kata memang mujarab lah haa ace terai ace terai ang jangan pulak terai kat kucing ang plak T_____T ni untuk binatang ternakan sahaja okkk
• Isi siput ni pun boleh dimakan haaa believe it or not cuma aku tak pasti la rasa dia cam ayam ke kambing ke apa T____T woiii tahu dak depa buat sate wei siput ni haa telur dia plak dibuatnye shampoo oh mai goat i dont wanna live in this planet enimor T____T

okay inilah siput gondang yang bakal dibuat sate T____T

okay ini gulai siput gondang. ada berani?

NEHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII T_____T

T____T

Penat gila wacakaplu aku bangun pagi tadi kul 9.30 pastu bangun bangun terus mandi. Sesiap gosok baju bagai gi opis Kak Ogy amek sijil sijil aku yadda yadda yang dia tolong photostat kan. Pastu aku gi kedai beli sampul surat.

Dalam purse ade RM18 je. RM10 isi minyak. RM6 beli envelope. Dah tinggal RM2. Senak. Then aku pegi la cucuk kat Petronas Seksyen 7. Cucuk akaun BSN ; Baki tidak mencukupi. Oh ye lupa plak dah burn RM15.60 semalam kan waddefish wat shud i du weih kering kontang tahap cipan ni blerghhhh

Maybank pun illek puchik vanekem. Korek korek CIMB dapat la RM10 ok la nak wat bayau tol ye dak. Beli sarapan RM3 dapat la RM7 wat sesak sesak T____T

Pastu terus misi men-drop resume berjalan.

Memula skali aku cam nak bertolak gi SP Setia kat Setia Alam tapi aku tak tau aku malas maybe sebab jauh. So dari Seksyen 7 patah balik gi seksyen 9. Singgah Haluan Prisma Sdn.Bhd. Punya la tinggi sampai tingkat 5. Aku leh naik tangga tegar gila. Dah sampai tingkat 3 baru aku pasan ada lift tsk T____T habis berlecak ketiak aku kambing betei.

And elok elok je sampai tingkat 5 depa kata takde kekosongan.

#shingshing

Pastu gerak gi Jalan Zabedah bla bla bla pun takde. Then aku shoot gi SP Setia kat Setia Alam. Haaa senanye takde la jauh nau sebab tepi jalan je. Masuk masuk wow bestnye ni kampeni beso ni cam layan je blum pass resume dah berangan dah err kan best kalau aku keje kat sini siap wat kira kira kalau keje kat SP Setia ni tol sebulan bape minyak bape hahah takleh blah

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA semata mata air pancut HAHAHA

Sampai tower dia aku pun tanye keje kosong. Dia kata ada tapi kene apply online. Aku kata aku bawak resume. Dia kata haa bagus jugak dia kata nanti dia pass kat orang yang sepatutnya. Aku ngan tersengih kera nya kuaq lah masuk dalam kete. Macam kompem je dapat keje kahkahkah perangai hape tah HAHAHA

Pastu teringat Izyahya so aku pun gerak la gi DRB Hicom Builders. Masuk sana aku main redah je tah ade tah idak job situ ye dak. Masuk masuk naiklah tingkat 3 pastu jumpa ade akak tu siap bawak aku masuk pejabat agi jumpa orang beso aku pun bagi la resume aku HAHA kaku gak doh tatau nak cakap apa tapi ok la errrr err

Pastu aku mintak tolong cuk carikan alamat Muhibbah Engineering. Cuk cam bagi alamat jalan klang lama la apa la aku cam oh my goat dimanakah itu T____T

Bila dah sampai je aku cam ohhh ini ke Muhibbah nye selama aku hidup gi umah tok lalu weh Muhibbah tu tak sangka gilaaaa. Pastu acik guard tu suh drop resume kat post Guard tu aku pun cam pasrah je la. Aihhhh.

lama baqhang

Balik tu singgah BSN tolong mak bayokan bil umah. Lamo gila nak mampuih kejung pungkoq aku. Ramai bebudak beratur nak beli no pin upu aku cam eleh aku dah belila woi semalam lagi mahei RM31.20 ko hadooo? NAN HADOOOOOOOO

Aku pun ngan muka tebalnya tanya kak tu ;

“kak saya ni pesen dah tersalah tekan mesin ATM ni patut tekan lepasan diploma tapi saya tekan lepasan STPM err err kalau nak claim balik boleh tak,”

 Pastu akak tu jawab..

“TAK BOLEH,”

ok fine okkk T_____T

Dah la tu je senanye aku dah lemau sangat dah ni balik terus beli slurpee kale hijau now aku rasa nak tido je kalau aku tido petang ni maksudnya ni hari ketiga aku bantai tido petang aisshhhhhhhh bahaya betei tapi tula penat gila kaw kaw.

k kawan kawan aku nak tido bye.

Aku ngan Cuk skang bela kucing. Nama dia Mushtash. Da masuk sebulan da kot bela. Comel gila weh. Ni sume kene mekasi kat Izyahya. :’)

Aku nak cte panjang pun malas sebab takde mood nak menulis ye dak. Ni hah aku sebenarnye rasa bersalah sebab aku tadi terpotong kuku si Mushtash ni sampai kene wane pink tu. Menjerit dia. Nak letak minyak gamat ; takde. Aku tatau nak wat ape. Kesian dia. Lepas dia menjerit tu aku nye menyesal wacakaplu. Pehal la aku leh tersalah. Wuuu aku terus peluk cium dia wuu Sorry T______T

 Nak tahu camne cara potong kuku kucing anda? Nah hamekk ko.

Gambo ni aku rembat kat forum mana tah aku dah lupa aku amek edit jadi tersusun gini haaa btw aku terpotong kat bahagian pink tu la peh rasa bersalah siot T______T iz la ni lambat nau wat tutorial potong  kuku HAHAHAHA fine salah kan orang fine

Dahla kalau ko rasa yakin ko potong la sendiri kuku kucing ko kalau tak ko relakan la dia cakar ko ke ape ke kan aku tatau la aku rela ke tak sekarang aku rasa cam fobia pun ada wuaaaaa ampunkan daku wahai Mushtash T______T

Bye semorang.

MESTI BACA! WAJIB!

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30 hours ago, I escaped from being kidnapped
by Chin Xin-Ci on Tuesday, 29 May 2012 at 00:39 ·
As I sit here writing this, I am just so grateful to be alive.

To think that 30 hours ago I had a knife to my throat, face to face with the threat of being kidnapped and raped.

It was a Sunday, at 5.22PM. I was alone, walking towards my boyfriend’s car in level B2 of The Curve, Mutiara Damansara. He was not in town, and I was running errands with his car. Just as I was putting my shopping bags in the rear seat, the rear car door was slammed against my back, and a meat cleaver was pressed against my throat. A man covered my mouth with his hand, and whispered not to scream. He then shoved me onto the floor of the backseat of the car and waved the cleaver at me, reminding me not to scream. He was skinny, wearing a baggy turqoise blue t-shirt, had a thick moustache and short curly hair, approx 5’8″, mid-30s, and of Indian descent.

At this moment, second man appeared. He was also in his mid-30s. He was wearing a red t-shirt, had a crewcut, and was of Malay descent. He grabbed my car keys and demanded for my parking ticket. I couldn’t remember where it was. They shoved me deeper into the car, and the Indian man got into the back seat with me, while the Malay man got into the driver’s seat, driving us out of the carpark.

I told them they could take everything, just let me go. But at that point they didn’t even ask for money. Instead, the Indian man started to make sexual advances. Then it hit me. “Oh my God. Oh my God. This is really happening. I’m being kidnapped.. and I think I know what they want.”

From this moment on, there were a few crucial things that happened that I think is the reason I’m alive today.

1. I managed to get into a position to escape.
When they got into the car, the Indian man had tried to force my body down onto the floor. I knew that the moment I’m on the floor, there would be no chance of escape. So I begged him to let me sit up. I promised him I wouldn’t scream or alert anyone’s attention. Thankfully, he trusted me, and let me sit up, gripping my arm tightly. Then I told him my arm really hurt and to please not grip it so hard. He loosened his grip.

2. I did not fight for the sake of fighting.
I was in an enclosed space, with no clear escape route. I would never win in a fight with these 2 guys, especially when they have sharp weapons. Had I fought from the get go, I may not have been in a position to escape. I might’ve even been knocked out cold, and God only knows where I would be right now.

3. I was lucky and sneaky.
I knew that the only way to escape, was to jump out of the car, even if it was moving. They had locked the car doors. So I leaned back, pretended to scratch my hair, and shakily unlocked the door I was leaning against. I’m so lucky they did not see or hear this!

4. I went ‘crazy’ at the right time.
And then I waited. I knew that the car would have to slow down outside the parking lot, as it exits to merge with the main roads. The moment it slowed down, I opened the car door and tried to make a run for it. I failed. I kicked my legs out of the car, but the Indian man had managed to pull my body back in. >From this moment on, everything is a blur. I remember the Malay driver temporarily stopping the car, leaning over from the driver’s seat and attempting to close the door and pull my legs in. At that point I remember thinking, “Even if I don’t get out now, I need to keep the door open and my legs out the door. At the very least, it should cause a scene, and someone would see me. Or, the door might hit another car and they’ll be forced to slow down.” So I continued kicking. My right foot pushed against the wide-open car door to keep it open. I recall elbowing, struggling, kicking, and even biting. I lost my glasses, and was struggling blindly for my life. At some point the Malay driver yelled, “BAGI DIA LEPAS! BAGI DIA LEPAS!” (Let her go! Let her go!) and the Indian man loosened his grip. I made a jump out of the still-moving car, and ran for my life.

5. I acted in spite of the fear.
My friends said I was brave. But I didn’t feel like it. I was quivering and shaking in fear. I was so afraid. I thought I was going to die.  I was weak with fear and deathly afraid. I truly thought “this was it”. But I knew I HAD to move. I had to run. Or there would be a worser fate in store for me. While I was quaking in fear, I forced myself to look around and see if there was any way I could escape, or even catch someone’s eye.

6. I remembered the people I love.
The only thing that matters when you’re faced with potentially horrendous fate, is the people in your life. When I felt the knife to my neck, the first thing I thought was , “This cannot be happening. I must be dreaming.” The second? The people that truly matter to me flashed across my mind. It sounds cliche, but it’s true. I thought of my parents. My brother. Khailee. Esther. More people. That’s all I could think of for a few moments, before I started brainstorming my escape.

I ran towards the Maybank outlet at the Curve. There were plenty of people milling around. I screamed for help over and over again. I was hysterical. I grabbed an older Malay man by his shoulders and begged for help before practically collapsing at his feet.

I will always remember the relief and liberation I felt, running over Mutiara Damansara’s manicured grass and into the crowd.

Today, I found out that the entire ordeal from the moment I left the parking ticket payment machine, to my escape, happened in about 4 minutes. To me, it felt like one long nightmare.

We never think its going to happen to us… and then it does. I used to think that this is something that happens only in the papers and to people far, far removed from me. But then it did happen to me. I moved to PJ/KL 6 years ago, and I’ve spent countless mornings, afternoons and nights at The Curve. When my friends and I were organizing Rock Up! back in 2008, we were walking around the place at 4AM even. It’s been 6 years, and never once did I feel that I was unsafe at The Curve. Until yesterday.

I feel like moving out of the country ASAP. Getting the hell out of this state where you hear of a kidnapping or attempted one every month (remember Nayati?), or a snatch theft every week. And yet I’m fully aware of the fact that in another country with more lax firearm laws, they would’ve been holding a gun to my head, not a cleaver. And that would’ve been so, so much worse.

I’m Blessed. By God’s grace, I am alive and relatively well. And I will live another day to build another cat iPhone app. It just was not my time to go. And for that, I thank God.
I want to share this story with everyone because cops tell me that they rarely get to hear it from someone who escapes.

Girls, be so very careful. Be vigilant, and please try not to go anywhere alone. If you need to walk to the carpark, and you’re alone, get a guard to go with you. I was recently told that it’s part of their job description to assist anyone if needed.

Guys, watch out for your girlfriends, wives, mothers, sisters and friends. Walk with them, don’t take their paranoia or fear lightly. Watch out for them.

And everyone, just watch out for each other. Take care of each other. These things really DO happen. As I ran out of the car, so many people came to help me. Strangers who didn’t know who I was, came forward and offered me tissue paper, water, cellphones, and general comfort.

Malaysians, please care for one another. You already do. Just keep on caring. Keep watching out for each other. Don’t worry about being thought of as “busy body” or “overreacting”. The world can be a cruel place, but all it takes is for people to care for one another to make all the difference.

Best Regards,
Sandra Ong
Export Division

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Aku jumpa menatang ni kat pesbuk. Aku memang alergi bab bab mende ni. Salu kalau kat basement memang aku laju masuk kete tutup pintu kunci. Aku salu cakap kat cuk wat mende yang sama sampai duk gado pun ada sebab dia cakap ala takde papee seriusss tapi aku rasa tak selamat selagi tak kunci aku tatau pasai pa T_____T

Memang setiap kali aku masuk kete tu la mende first aku buat. Kunci pintu. Lepas tu baru la time tu nak bukak lock stereng ke start enjin ke. Memang aku akan terbayang laki datang kat aku dia masuk pintu belakang ke or pintu sebelah aku ke or datang kat aku rampas kunci ke sexual harassment ke tekup muka aku ngan kain pengsan ke pehhh T____T

Aku teringat dulu masa aku keje Mcd time tu aku jaga drive thru. Aku ngah duk bagi makanan kan tetiba ade cina tu datang terus pegang kunci kete orang tu dari luar tingkap. Ade dua laki tak silap aku. Pas cina tu amek kunci terus cina tu suruh owner kete beralih kat sebelah sit driver. Pastu cina tu tunggu makanan cam biasa. Cina tu amek makanan tu pastu blah. Scary siot.

Kalau kat traffic light tengah benti pun aku takut nak bukak tingkap. Memang aku terbayang la orang datang amek kunci aku cam cina tu buat. Tak pun masuk dalam kete aku ke. Dah la lately ni ade cite yang mat rempit pecah cermin tingkap kete pompuan amek handbag. Menyempat gila.

Kalau kat stesen minyak pun aku still akan kunci pintu. Takde nak biar camtu je. Sebab aku pna dengar ade pompuan tu masa dia tga nak gi bayar tetiba ade laki masuk kete dia ikut pintu belakang pastu mungkin pekerja stesen minyak tu nampak and then bagi announcement guna mic tu kan cakap sila jangan masuk dalam kete skang dan sila datang ke kaunter sebab kereta anda diceroboh masuk homai homai scary. Pastu bila reramai datang kat kete dia check tengok tengok pintu belakang kete da terbukak.

SCARY.

Ya Allah mintak simpang la mende mende ni jadi kat aku.. Aku takut sangat. And if aku jadi minah yg hampir kene kidnap tu memang aku takut gila ah. Tapi walau apa pun dugaan or mende ngeri berlaku kat diri kita, kita kene kuat and jangan letak bende tu dalam hati. Jangan fobia tak memasal sebab semua tu memakan diri sendiri. Cuma kene kuat and next time kene lebih berhati hati. Lama lama nanti insyaAllah akan lupa and boleh hidup macam biasa. InsyaAllah.

Nauzubillahuminzalikh.