Thursday, 29 March 2007

So I've Got Cellulite...and Your Problem is...?

I've managed not to eat garbage after 7.30pm. I survived not eating rice for 1.5 weeks!! Well, except for yesterday coz the nasi kukus was extremely alluring, I mean, tempting. Who calls nasi alluring??
What is it with being slim, thin and hot?? Why can't a guy like a girl who's curvy? What's wrong with curves?
And what is it with long, straight and lustrous hair?? What's wrong with wavy, curly hair?
Aaaaand...what's with the fair skin syndrome? Is there anything wrong with tanned skin??
If Malaysian men would only learn how to tone down a few notches that wish list of their's, I think a lot of girls would drop "stress" as their middle names.
Too much to ask for majority of Malaysian men who look nowhere near like Josh Hartnett.(OK, he's my personal fav. I'm a bit biased) But hey!!! Your mirror broke aaah..? Sudah berapa lama tak tengok cermin laa deyy?
Gosh. Tolong lah.

Breast Gazing???

This article was forwarded to me by a friend of mine - Deelart. I've heard it before, but God knows how true it is. Haha...All I know is that this method won't work for gay men, that's for sure!

I wonder if there's anything for women to stare at that's good for our hearts. Haha. Not the crotch! Oh, NO, NO, NO! (I'd have to ask Alep on this. She likes peha tebal. Whatever that means!)

So, peeps. Perverts get to live longer, and lead a healthy life. While the malu-malu kucing ones get stressed out more often. Sheesh..!!!

Although politically incorrect this titillating study may be very good news for men.

The New England Journal of Medicine reports that staring at women’s breasts is good for a man’s health and can add years to his life. The journal reports gerontologist Dr. Karen Weatherby's findings that รข€˜Just 10 minutes of staring at the charms of a female is roughly equivalent to a 30-minute aerobics work-out.

Dr. Weatherby and researchers at three hospitals in Frankfurt, Germany compared the health of 200 male outpatients. The study required half of the men to look at well endowed females every day. The other half were to refrain from this.

After five years of breast watching the study revealed that bosom-watchers had lower blood pressure, slower resting pulse rates and fewer instances of coronary artery disease.

Dr. Weatherby reports that sexual excitement gets the heart pumping and improves blood circulation.

The study indicates that staring at breasts for a few minutes each day cuts the risk of stroke and heart attack in half. Surely there has to be a more politically correct way!

Thursday, 8 March 2007

The Man On The Island

"The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions.

But then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. The worst had happened; everything was lost. He was stunned with grief and anger. "Lord, how could you do this to me!" he cried.

Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue him.

"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his rescuers. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.

It is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly. But we shouldn't lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering.

Remember, next time your little hut is burning to the ground--it just may be a smoke signal that summons The Grace of God."

i especially love this piece; it has been my inspiration for years; just that now that i know what "Grace of God" really means; i see it in a totally different light.

..rather than waiting and sitting around; why can't we go out and create a fire of our own, before our hut get burned?

Sunday, 4 March 2007

Don't Eat My Donuts

Here goes... I'm not much of a blogger, but heck, I'm giving it a shot. I've always had so much to bitch about life, so I'm gonna put it in writing this time. Haha.

The name's Maylin. My parents call me Maylin and my only annoying/adorable sister calls me "Kakak" - with that Northern Penang accent. Friends call me Maymay, Maytot, Metot, and just Tots.

My family's in Penang, and I've been here in Ampang since.. forever. So,ok. Not true. Since the past 5 years. And a smart-ass Kurshian thoroughbred 9599, I am.

What else...? I love pigging out! Who doesn't?

I'm gonna stop rambling now. I need my coffee. Pronto.