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Or Eid Mubarak or Eid-ul Fitr or whatever else you may call it, here’s to all the Muslims celebrating the end of Ramadhan and the beginning of Syawal.
If you are Muslim, why are you reading this? Why aren’t you enjoying your celebrations with friends and family? Go! Go! 
And I, a non-Muslim, thank you for the long holiday.
Maaf zahir dan batin.
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Guys should not open doors for girls nor walk them to their cars.
It spoils them for those who don’t.
Discuss. 
Mamma Mia! Signor LB tagged me all the way from Bella Italia to ask my thoughts on Quattro Formaggi. Quattro Formaggi isn’t my best choice of pizza or pasta, but I do know that holding 4 aces in hand is a wonderful thing indeed!
4 Jobs I have had in my life :
4 Places I have lived :
4 Countries I have been to on vacation :
4 of my Favorite food :
4 Places I would rather be right now :
4 Friends I’m going to tag : (as long as you’ve not done this too recently)
Whee! Have fun!
Leah tagged me on my embarrassing moments a while ago. I’m sorry I took so long, Leah but honestly, although I must have many embarrassing moments, its all slipped my mind. I think its the power of the mind to file away all memories you wish to forget I guess, and to store it away in the dusty attics of your mind.
But while racking my brains, and after reading Leah’s post, I remembered an incident which was both extremely painful and embarrassing.
I was in a crowded place, walking past a little mamak stall, and was carrying some documents to my car while walking behind my colleague. We had to cross over a tiny little drain which had a piece of wood covering the top.
I’m not sure what happened next, but one minute I was walking across that tiny little drain, and the next minute, I was sprawled on the floor, documents spread all over the ground, and bleeding from my knees. There was a stunned silence and then some kind people came over to help me collect my documents and to enquire if I was alright. My knees were skinned and bruised and so was my chin. I was wiping up blood and I just sat on the floor stunned.
It did not occur to me to be embarrassed until later when I realised I’d torn my skirt in the process. The bruises went away after a while, but till today, my knee is a bit funny. I can’t put too much pressure on it and its been more than 5 years. So, I suppose it was pretty embarrassing, but it was more painful than anything else.
Would you like to share your embarrassing moments?
I swear, I must have a tattoo on my forehead that says “INSULT ME!”
Or maybe the moon is rising in Saturn and the sun is in Virgo and the rain is on the plain in Spain.
Whatever it is, I just encountered 2 most exasperating male species, one yesterday and another a short moment ago.
We are the same age and he knows it. We were talking about work and business and then he said “Good la, you are so young whereas I am already so old…”
Excuse me?! I said “Hello! We are the same age ok? What does that mean?!”
To be fair he then tried to save the day by saying “But you look young…”
Hello friend, the damage is done.
So close to my birthday too! Hmph! *pouts*
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