Fuck u StimX! Fuck u Maxis BB! Fuck you too Assthrow!

Neh, I live in that area lor.

I live near the edge of the bustling Damansara town. My area is so virginly new that for over 2.5 years, Telekom's StimX service has never existed. In the beginning, they informed me that there is no cable in my area. So OK. I waited for them to lay the cable in my area for one fucking whole year but still no wind no cable.

The infamous ZTE modem with a Maxis SIM card.

Never mind. Maxis BB was emerging at that time + it has erected thousands of brain-tumour causing towers/pylons all over the town. Another word, Maxis BB does actually serve my area. So I jumped on the bandwagon and subscribed to its Wifi BB service. And it had been good to me for a while until it became too popular, i.e., even the 70-year-old nenek next door has also subscribed to, and started to read the newspapers online. Then the Maxis BB's surfing experience, quality, and service began to drop. Location too high kenot cum. Night time too many people go online kenot cum. Rainy days a bit also kenot cum. Just like that lanjiao Assthrow.

Assthrow got period every other day.

So my sister made another enquiry to StimX again. This time they replied, "There is actually a cable in your area but no ports." WTF. Your StimX so baabai don't want to do my business issit???!!!

Oh well, never mind again. In fact, thank gawd for their tidak-apa + don't-follow-up attitude regarding me and my sister's requests. Or else, I wouldn't have bumped into a never-say-die-cum-never-give-up sor jai who managed to convince me to try out the Izzi iBurst 4G package that he was proudly championing at the August's PC Fair in KLCC. And since then, I have never look back. Goodbye to you Ms StimX, goodbye to you Ms Maxis BB. Both of YOU, one Ms Lansi and one Ms Period Everyday, can rest in peace forever-ever now.

Allow me to unveil to you my new baby.

The Izzi deal.

I subscribed to the IzziPro12. I paid RM 1498.00 (one lump sum) for one year subscription. No strings attached. After which, the Izzi monthly subscription fee will be RM88 per month only. The package also comes with an iBurst desktop modem which can be connected to a Wifi router. Shweet. Now everyone in the house can wirelessly and comfortably surf the Internet from their own bedroom 24/7. Why am I being so generous ler? Well, it's one of the benefits that I get to enjoy in my current company. ;)

P2P I love you.

My sister has been very hardworking downloading movies and HK/TW series day and night non-stop. The speed is lovely. You can basically download the whole series in less than a day time.

A random speed test result from speedtest.net.

Tell me, who still need Assthrow On Demand when you can download and watch the latest HK series on the same day too?

You just need an VGA cable to hook up your laptop to the LCD TV and then the whole clan can enjoy the HK series together-gether in the living room.

溏心風暴之家好月圓 's latest episode.

I have the whole Heroes Season Two and 命中注定我愛你 (Ming Zhong Zhu Ding Wo Ai Ni or Fated to Love You) on my laptop too. Who wanna touch me huh, Huh, HUH?! *Hehehe*

Dunno when can finish watching so many movies and series.

Now you know why I have been 'absent' from the blogging scene for a bit. Cannot help it, too many distractions liao!!! *winks* ;p

Never been so pain in my life, I feel like I'm gonna die soon...

I have been super grumpy, impatient, and annoyed by the slightest Q & A from people around me lately. And my folks wonder why...

Mom: "Titoki, are you coming back for dinner tonight?"
Titoki: "Noeh, I'm woeeerking naaate toneight."

Dad: "Titoki, what's wrong with you?"
Titoki: "Nehre is nan nel-cerrr on my tonnngee."

Mean sister: "What? Pardon me? What did you just say?"
Titoki: "NEHRE IS AN NELCER ON MY TONNGUE! Fark you."

Pardon my language. My patience and my pain threshold were running thin because of this...

So painful liddat can die

Yeap, not one but TWO friggin' ulcers on my tongue. Can you imagine the degree of pain that I've been suffering? You know, the kind which can bring tears to your eyes due to hot burning sensation or soreness. Like rubbing salt on a chopped off finger, a toe, raw flesh, or a bleeding wound. Uh-huh. That's right, that kind of pain.

Since the ulcer outbreak, every morning I wake up to brush my teeth, I feel that kind of PAIN on my tongue. Drink water also PAIN like hell. Chew/swallow food ALSO SUPER teh KNS PAIN like no tomorrow. Even right at this second, as I'm typing, I feel PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN and MORE PAIN. Summore dunno why these few days the people around me suddenly got a lot of Qs to ask me liddat... Nabeh, you think open mouth to talk no pain one ar?!

!#!%$!#%@#$%#!

It really makes me wanna...

ROARKICKNEIGHBOURCATSPUNCHYOURNOSELIGHTFIREONYOUR
PUBICHAIRKICKYOURSHINCUTYOURKUKUSTOMPONITANDFEEDIT
TOTHELIZARDSANDRATSANDLETTHECOCKROACHESFINISHUOFF.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I won't be opening my mouth again until it has healed almost 7788. And during this period, I won't call, answer, or talk. Geddit? If you make me open my mouth or do any of the aforementioned actions, you'll no doubt die fugly. Now go far-far away and let me wallow in self-pity.

I know what you did last Friday... *Ngek Ngek Ngek*

I feel like I have been on a roller coaster ride today.

One minute I'm happy because today's Friday. The next I'm extremely sad because my car is giving out the super long 'ngeeeeeeeee' sound when I turn off the engine/air-cond. But the next, I'm happy again because when I lock the car, the sound is gone.

So I repeated the whole steps from starting the engine to shutting down the car system to look for that missing piece:

1) Turn on engine, normal. No sound.
2) Turn on air-cond, normal. No sound.
3) Turn off air-cond, normal. No sound.
4) Turn off engine, the nagging 'ngeeeeeeeee' sound is back.
5) Lock car, no more sound.

Okay. Help me here. What's wrong with my car? Why the annoying 'ngeeeeeeeee' sound? Why sometimes got 'ngeeeeeeeee' and sometimes got none? *scratch my head*

You see I'm no car expert. If you tell me to check my battery water, air-cond's ionizer, the fan lah, this lah, that lah, I can assure you that you are definitely talking French to me. I'll blink my eyes blankly and give you that n00b look.

But if it's a computer-related problem, I can in no time diagnose and tell you what's wrong with your laptop/PC. I can even pull the parts out, replace/fix it, and put it back for you.

But CARS. Arrrggghhh... You can kill me again and again. I will still be as blur as a sotong.

So what does a damsel in distress will do in this kind of situation?

CALL UP THE CAR EXPERTS FOR HELP LAH.

Of course.

So the first guy I called is my brother coz he's in the automobile business. I bla-bla-bla-ed my story to him and he replied, "Hmmm... I don't know wor. But if it doesn't make the sound anymore then you don't have to worry too much. Send your car to the service centre for a check-up tomorrow."

I tak puas hati. I called my dad and he responded, "Is your car over-heated? Check this. Check that. If the temperature is okay then you don't have to worry too much. Send your car to the service centre for a check-up tomorrow."

Since the both of them suggested to me that the only thing that I can do now is to send my car for a check-up tomorrow, thus I have no choice but to heed their advice. I called up the service centre to reserve a slot for my appointment tomorrow. I relayed my story to the guy over the phone and he screamed, "You definitely need to send in your car for a check-up ASAP!!!" And I was like cham lor, DEAD MEAT lor. I have just sent in my car for a service not long ago and now it needs to be serviced again. I wanna cry-mommy-help.

You see, when you are forced to a corner, you will instinctively fight back for survival. A cornered rat can kill the cat. This is how the never-say-die attitude in your beloved Titoki is born and cultivated. *winks*

Then hor I suddenly remember that I have got a bunch of k2oc friends in my MSN list. So I seek the advice from the most senior one of them.

"Tai Kor, what's wrong with my car ah?" I asked.

And the Tai Kor replied, "From my experience, it's either the ionizer, the fan, or the air-cond. Send your car to the service centre for a check-up tomorrow."

I TAK... TAK... TAK... puas hati lagi. So I randomly picked another k2ocian in my MSN list, a youngster about my youngest sister's age, and I told him about my car's problem. I was actually more like ranting than asking for his advice.

Abuthen, he managed to surprise me by asking me to answer one simple question.

"Did you turn off your car lights?"

I quickly ran to my car and checked. And blimey me, he was RIGHT. My car lights were not switched off completely. Because of the daylight and the sun's rays, you can't really see that the car lights were still on. I really gotto thank Akira he who saved my car battery and my day! Heh.

So now I have two nagging questions which I'm dying to know the answer.

1) Why did Perodua come up with such a silly design of the 'ngeeeeeeeee' sound instead of a blinking icon to warn the driver that the car lights are still on?

2) Why all CAR EXPERTS are 'no-expert' one?

And one last Q (make it three Qs in total then)...

3) WHEN THE HELL DID I TURN ON THE CAR LIGHTS?!

I mean I left the house around 8.40 A.M. and arrived in the workplace around 9.08 A.M. or so. And all the while it's broad daylight and I remember vividly that I didn't turn on the car lights at all... *scratch head until balding*

Oh Gosssh. Mamma Mia. *shudder shudder*

What a freeeeaky Friday I had today. ;p

Down and out

I have never been so sick in my life. Sore bones. Sore head. Sore throat. Sore eyes. Sore here. Sore there. Sore everywhere. A classic case of full-blown flu. Blocked nose summore. And now coughing mad like a TB sufferer.

I feel like a toothless dying shark on land. Cannot swim. Cannot hunt. Cannot bite. Cannot eat. Cannot swallow. Cannot sleep. It is no fun to be sick until 7-colours-all-come-out. Even my dog Gigi oso kenot recognise me.

Maybe because I have cursed too many people online before and now kena cursed back 9 9. Karma is a bitch. Gawd saves The Queen Titoki.

Air Asia Complaint - Part 2

I can't believe Uncle Tony replied my e-mail...

I would not have expected a busy CEO like Tony to reply my e-mail complaint within 24 hours interval. And he did. He has the courage to apologize on behalf of Air Asia and his staff's mis-behaviour too. I'm impressed. This goes to show that he is really serious about his airline business and its image.

You see, I'm not seeking any kind of compensation for the agony his staff have caused me. An open and proper apology from Air Asia would be more than sufficient to calm down my fury.

But hey, Uncle Tony is now asking his PA to issue me free ticket to make up for the anguish I silently suffered. I really don't mind accepting this kind of courtesy offer extended by him. Who don't like free rides you tell me?! Muahahahahaa. At least I'm honest about it.

Now now, will you please excuse me, I need to drop Uncle Tony a reply and give him my phone number for his staff to contact me. I want to make sure that he and his elite management team are sincere and not taking me for a FREE ride. ;)

Cheeeerios!

Ed note:
1) I want to thank Peter for giving me Tony's e-mail address.
2) I hope I'll be given at least two FREE return tickets (instead of one, don't like to travel alone) to any destination in Asia.
3) Lesson learnt: MUST DIE-DIE OSO RECORD DOWN THE NAMES OF THE PEOPLE WHO CAUSE YOU GRIEVANCES AND ANY COMPLAINT MUST GO STRAIGHT TO THE BIG BOSS.

Related post:
Air Asia Complaint - Part 1

Air Asia Complaint - Part 1

ATTENTION:
Mr. Tony Fernandes, Chief Executive Officer of Air Asia

26 March 2008

COMPLAINT ON THE RUDE CUSTOMER SERVICE AND THE MISREPRESENTATION AND INCONSISTENCY IN THE EXECUTION OF IN-FLIGHT POLICY ON AIR ASIA FLIGHT AK761, AX-AY, hh:mm, DD-MM-YY

Cabin crew involved:
1) Ms. Prabashini (Ms. P) – Crew Lead
2) Mr. Saiful Bahrin (Mr. SB)
3) Mr. Amanah Salim (Mr. AS)

Incident 1: Cannot exchange pre-booked "Asian Meal"

The Air Asia's Curry Nasi Lemak looks like those HK movies' prisoner's food liddat.

When we purchased our flight tickets online, we pre-booked the meals too. The Air Asia Online Reservation System does not have the features for its users to select the meals they want. Thus, we were not made aware that passengers who pre-booked their "Asian Meal" are served with Nasi Lemak only and not any other alternative. Most would assume that "Asian Meal" can be any types of meals that are available on the menu.

And very unfortunately, on the day we were flying, my dad was sick and he was advised not to take any spicy food. Therefore I asked Mr. SB if my dad can exchange his Nasi Lemak for a Maggi Instant Noodles cup (chicken soup flavour). Mr. SB flatly denied my request and questioned me back why I did not make the selection when I made my booking.

Incident 2: Cannot use the front lavatory

No one is inside but the lavatory is forever occupied.

Mr. AS told me the front lavatory cannot be used because there is noise emitting from the pipe whenever it is being flushed while Ms. P claimed that the toilet is leaking. How can two crew members from the same team give two contradictory answers to the same question? And if the pipe/toilet-leaking story is true, how on earth can Air Asia allow an aircraft with a known defect, i.e., a leaking pipe/toilet, to take off in the very first place?

For your record, a disabled passenger, Mr Law, who sat in the front row and was allowed to use the front lavatory, disclosed and confirmed with me that, there is no leaking, no noise, and/or whatsoever toilet problems as insisted by your cabin crew. In addition, much to everyone's amusement, the pilots and other crew members of AK761 have no qualms or hesitation at all when come to using the leaking lavatory again and again.

Incident 3: Cabin crew refused to give me their names and threatened to delete my camera's pictures

I approached Mr. AS for the cabin crew's names. He declined. Instead, he asked me to go the back galley to get his colleagues' names one by one in person.

From the place I sat, I can see the crew's manifest cello-taped on the glass panel in the front galley/exit location. Hence I produced my camera and took a few shots of it. Then I walked back to my seat.

The AK761's cabin crew's names.

Right there and then, Ms. P and two of her crew members, Mr. SB and Mr. AS, hovered above me and demanded (rudely and loudly) that I erase the pictures from my camera. Ms. P also accused me of posing serious threats to the others on board. I asked her how and in what way. She replied that I took a few pictures near the front galley/exit location. And according to her policy, taking pictures in the front galley/exit location is equivalent to potential terrorism.

I am seriously baffled by her response and her baseless accusation. Is she secretly harbouring the hope that I have the means to blow up the whole aircraft with a Canon digital camera? Please enlighten me.

Incident 4: Crew demanded to know my name in an Uncalled-for way

Ms. P used her finger to point at me, signalled, and instructed Mr. AS to ask for my name, with her back facing me. Is this an appropriate conduct from a reputable airline's cabin crew (team lead)?

Please note that I am very displeased with the service your cabin crew bestowed upon me and my family members on flight AK761. I demand a satisfactory response from you ASAP in regards to the untoward incidents and events mentioned in this letter.

Yours sincerely,
Ms. Titoki

Ed note:
I'm awaiting to see how Tony (tonyfernandes@airasia.com) and his guest support team (guestsupport@airasia.com) are going to respond to my complaint. I hope he replies, or else there will be no Air Asia Complaint - Part 2 for me to post up and/or for you to read liao. ;)

Related post:
Air Asia Complaint - Part 2

I hate people liddat...

1) I hate people who thump their feet hard when they walk as if they are afraid of people do not know of their existence. You are so 'HEAVY' liddat can die.

2) I hate people who smile at you in the front but then stab you at the back when you are not looking. You are so fake liddat can die.

3) I hate people whose phones ring non-stop on their table until the whole office can hear it. You are so lazy + dunno-how-to- turn-on-silent mode liddat can die.

4) I hate people who are actually no brainers but then pretend to be brainy and act like they know everything from A to Z but give you shitty results reverse from Z to A. You are so 'Duh' liddat can die.

5) I hate people who walk here and there doing nothing but just walk here and walk there only the whole day in the office. You are so free liddat can die.

6) I hate people who last minute give you work, last minute ask you go meeting, and then last minute cancel everything. You are so 'last minute' liddat can die.

7) I hate people who ask you to become a project manager, and then you are also the team member because there is only one person in the team. You are so 'clever' liddat can die.

8) I hate people who ask you to report to him and then her and then him and then her and then in the end, you also don't know who you should report to anymore. You are so confusing liddat can die.

9) I hate people who expect a lot but give very little. No input how to create output? You 'look-me-so-UP' liddat can die.

10) I hate people who are actually cleaners but then act like they are the bosses and give you face colours when you forget to put the newspapers back to the rack. You are so LANSI liddat can die.

The Cipet Vet

Gigi yelped when I picked her up from the floor the other day. Initially, we thought that she had a cramp from her afternoon nap and we didn't pay much attention to it. But last night her pain aggravated. She even bit my sister when she tried to carry her into the living room.

According to my maid, this is what happened to Gigi the day before:

"Gigi was peeing at the front porch and saw a few large dogs passed by. She got so scared that she squeezed herself back into the house through the door gap and hurt herself in the process."

There is no injury on the surface. So it could be internal. We needed an expert's advice to identify and verify the root cause of her pain. I looked at the time. 8.49 P.M. The Vet that Gigi usually visits had already closed for the day. We had to seek advice from another Vet a few blocks down the street, a middle-aged man who smelled like curry spices. And it was also our first time and the LAST time stepping into his clinic. Read on peeps...

Vet: "What happened to your puppy?"

Me: "She is in pain. I think her front limb on the left is injured."

*He proceeded to squeeze and massage Gigi's limbs for reaction*

Vet: "There is a crack in her bone area here."

*He pointed at Gigi's front 'wrist' joint*

Me: "Is it serious? Does she need to be X-rayed? Does she need any surgery?"

Vet: "No. It is just a crack. Since she is a puppy, her bone still grows. It will heal itself in two weeks time. Just let her have enough rest during the recuperation period."

Me: "So what's the treatment for cases like this? Does she need to take any medication?"

Vet: "I'll give her an injection now and she can take some Antibiotics."

Me: "Injection? Is it for her to sleep better? Relieve her pain? Or it is just Antibiotics?"

Vet: "Are you doubting my ability to treat?! I have 27 years of experience in Veterinary I tell you! You CANNOT question my treatment method!!! I said she takes injection means she takes injection!"

*He became jumpy and agitated*

Me: "But what is the injection for? Is it safe for her to take the injection? She is only a puppy."

*I'm adamant that as a patient and owner of my puppy, I have the right to know what kind of injection my dog is getting, I have the right to question the pills my dog is taking, and I have every damn right to find out more on the medical treatment my dog is receiving. Even more so when she is only a puppy*

Vet: "Hey Missy, just bring your dog out of here! I don't want to treat her anymore! Go and pay my RM 20 consultation fees at the counter and leave!!!"

*He dropped Gigi onto the table callously and started to walk out of the room*

Me: "Why are you so cruel and rude? I'm only asking what kind of injection my dog is getting from you. And you can't even answer me that. How can I entrust her into your hands?"

Vet: "Bla bla bla... Don't want to treat your dog... Yadda yadda... Just pay me my RM 20... Bla bla bla... And get out of here!"

*He kept on mumbling and grumbling hysterically like a castrated wild boar who can no longer mate and reproduce*

I shook my head in dismay. Then I turned to my dazed sister (with an enquiring look on my face) for advice. She shook her head slightly in response. I had her answer through our telepathic conversation.

Together we gathered our strength, picked up Gigi from the table, threw the RM 20 consultation fees in his LJ face, and walked out of his CB clinic FOREVER-EVER.

Back in the car, sis commented, "What kind of Vet is that?"

"I don't know. A screwed-up one I guess. Or maybe his wife got period last night. And he had to self-service. That's why." I winked at her and we laughed like hyenas.

The good thing is that Gigi still eats, sleeps, pees, shits, plays, and runs amok inside and outside the house like normal. Just that we have to be extremely careful when we pick her up from the floor; to avoid contact with her injured limb. And she is doing very well. To be safe, we are bringing her to visit her regular Vet this weekend. Let's pray for her speedy recovery.

I long time no write disgusting post....

I'm pouring dripping thick, red, bloody Ribena juice down under.

If you don't know what I mean, try imagining yourself having a non-stop nosebleed for 7 days straight in a month. But of course, the REAL bleeding location for women is at 'somewhere' else lah! Duh.

I remember the first time when I had my period, I asked my mom if I will die from the bleeding. My mom laughed until she rolled on the floor left and right.

Then got one time, on the last day of my period (the bleeding subsided but not completely gone), I followed my family to Pulau Redang for holidays. I saw my cousins jumped into the sea so fun liddat, I also jumped without a second thought. They jump, I jump lah!

Then I remembered that my period not yet finished, so I asked my cousin if it's okay to swim in the sea on the last day of your period. And she screamed, "What??! The sharks can smell your blood one. You want to get us killed ah?!"

Her voice was so loud that even the next boat punya people can also hear her. Then out of a sudden, all the kepohchis and kiasi stopped in their track, turned, and swam back to their boat in lightning speed. And they looked at me like I'm going to die from SARS liddat. With contempt.

These people damn sohai can die aitelyu. M'sia where got sharks that attack people one??? The worst case scenario that I can think of in situation like this is that you gulped in a mouthful of seawater that might have my Ribena juice in it... LOL!!!

Anyway, back to my Ribena juice story...

I bet you will think thrice the next time someone offers you a glass of thick, red, bloody Ribena juice during your meal.

Or when you are preparing your favourite Peanut Butter & Strawberry Jam sandwich.

Or when you swim in the sea with the fishes...

Please don't hesitate to recall this post from your memory.

Bon Appetit. *Hiak Hiak Hiak*

Ed note: Darn. I soooo love to write disgusting post like this to annoy people like you.

山外有山, 天外有天

In a recent hen's night, the bride (my best friend) revealed to us,
"He is not the best. But I only love him."

We all went, "Awww..."

Yes, how novelty!

My friend is not dumb. In fact, if you think sensibly, there is a lot of depth in her casual statement on her beau and their relationship. Only a carefree, optimistic, and perceptive person knows what is love, how to love and be loved.

I'm not sure about you. But I do believe in fate.

I suppose on the very first day that we were born, our lives had already been paved out for us: who we will meet, who we will grow old with, who we will love, and those who will break our hearts. No matter how much we yearn it, no matter how much we dread it, and no matter how much we try to escape from it, we just can't change our fate. It's written in the stars.

You see, love cannot be faked nor can love be forced. Some of us already have love with us but we take it for granted. Ignorant and greedy people like us tend to forget how to be appreciative and grateful for the small things in lives. We always think that the food on the other person's plate tastes better than the ones that we have on our plates. And in the end, we tire ourselves, our lives, and our time to chase for something that does no suit us at all.

So what is the definition of love? You asked.

Well, true love is:
• Someone who has flaws and yet you accept the 'whole package', and choose to spend the rest of your life with.
• Someone who doesn't have any dress sense, but still you want to show him/her off to your friends and family members.

However, if you love someone because he/she is good-looking and smarter than you, then hell no, that's not called love. It's called admire. It's called worship. Like an idol. When a person is near perfection, you crave for him/her, yet you are afraid to get too close because he/she makes you feel inferior. This type of relationship is not healthy because it makes you feel bad about your own shortcomings. Ultimately, you'll think you are an under par option and lose all your confidence. And to make matters worse, you compromise again and again, whenever there is a decision-making, just so the other person will not leave you.

Sometimes it makes me wonder why some of us are willing to become second-rate in his/her eyes when we can be priceless in others' eyes... ?
Oh well, I guess love is blind.

Ed note:
I don't know what prompted me to write all these lovey-dovey stuff. Maybe I'm just trying to console and remind myself that, 山外有山, 天外有天, which means outside this hill, there are mountains, outside this sky, there is a universe. I need to move on and need to get over the fact that someone I secretly admired is no longer available. Yes, my heart is bleeding. But I believe that it will be healed in no time. I'm a survivor.

Just my Two Cents on the HP Price War

Dear MrPorkyHand, Potterpular, & Terrorimes You-Know-Who,

This is the first time in my life I don't need to walk into a crowded bookstore with a cheebye-ly long queue just to get a cheebye-ly overpriced HP book from either one of you.

I sooooo love warehouse books. MuaHAAhahahaha.

There is a saying goes, if you can't beat them, join them!

Instead of sitting there sulking over the spilt milk, go spill more milk. Good books should be made affordable to all. Mom said, "Good things must share!"

If you think 'walking out' from the scene will make people 'like' or 'pity' you more, then you are so farking wrong. Your act will just make people realise that you are a bad loser who doesn't know how to take the good and the bad in your stride.

You see, if you are a tiny weeny bit smarter, you would have capitalised the opportunity to have it at RM69, i.e., RM 0.90 less than The Two Bullies. Tit for tat. And make it an event to reward your loyal fans. It will not just make you look good; it will make everyone happy too. Especially when you have the intention to catch bigger fish in the long run. Consider my aforementioned proposal. (This is already the last book for crying out loud!)

I don't want to go into the details on the amount of Gringotts Gold that I have spent on your milk over the years. There comes a time to give and there comes a time to take. Don't you think it's about time that you give something back to the society? For e.g, Less moolah for your milk. Mm goi.

Honour this: "Customers First & Profits Secondary". And you shall have me back to buy more milk from you. Again and again. This is a win-win situation. For the both of us. *winks*

Love,
Titoki

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Dating Titoki is not for the faint-hearted!

Nowadays the in-thing about dating is:

TOUCHING YOUR DATE BOLDLY AND LEGALLY.

Your beloved Ms Titoki has been 'molested' so many times that she is seriously considering staying celibate for the rest of her life.

This is how it goes...

First, he will guide you to walk straight to the place you guys want to go together.

Then he will abruptly turn and tell you that the exit door is on your right and not the one ahead. So the both of you will have to stop in your track (suddenly may I add) to get the bearing right, bodies turn and move towards the right direction again.

BUT...

In that split second of 'lost', head-scratching, body-turning, dazed and in a wide-eyed confused state, he'll (suddenly AGAIN may I add) move forward from behind, arms ready to hold you from the back and make the bump-cum-catch-you action seems like a gentleman + reasonable thing that is bound to 'happen'.

That's how your beloved Ms Titoki has been 'tricked' into the arms of many many many men time and time again.

Damn it.

Now think of it, it's really KNNCCBNIAMAHFULATNIAPAHJIALAT aitelyu.

Why you men so cheapskate one?! Can't you be courageous enough to ask for my hands directly in my face?! Huh? Huh? Huh?

Stupid monkey act. Feed you lizards' droppings. Squirt cow's milk on your face. Burn your pubic hair. Dig my nose shit and drop it into your drink when you are not looking!