It's bad enough that his jokes only worked for one day(he did silly things like slapping himself to illustrate a point which I have already forgotten-so I don't suppose that stunt worked).

You know the type of lecturer who jokes to the class only to have a sea of expressionless nonchalant faces staring back at him? Yeap. Don't want to give face liao.

Anyway, today he was going on about supplements and how it's important for us. Then one of my cute classmates(she speaks in a very manja way and likes to joke back with him) piped up, "Oh, I don't take supplements because I don't like it."

He "joked" back, "Oh, that's why you're ugly."

And how the class laughed.

The rest of us just smiled politely and prayed fervently that our dear classmate knows how to differentiate between a joke and an actual insult.

Unfortunately, our dear classmate is what you would describe as having her bladder too near to her eyes. By the end of the lesson, a couple of girls were crowding around her patting her on her back. She was actually crying!! We were all abit puzzled as to why she would take it so seriously.

But she's only a woman.

I'm going to launch into a full blown of no-nos to say to a woman.

Never ever EVER tell a woman that she is ugly. Do not even associate the word UGLY with her. She will not be able to sleep at night and will probably remember you for the rest of her life(minimum: 10 years la).

I mean even if the woman has teeth that plays a tune when she speaks, have eyes set apart like a goldfish, have fat fat fat cheeks that resembles char siew paus on either side, have hair so frizzy you can see flies and beetles trapped within it, have folds and folds of fats as a stomach(*hangs head down in sadness* this, I can relate) and a double chin that can hold a pen.....

...you just don't tell her that she's ugly. If you can't say anything, don't say anything. That's good enough.

No matter how horrible a woman looks, the moment tears cascade down her cheeks, you will realise that the word 'ugly' really has such an effect on women. 'Ugly' is a worser word than the word 'fuck' for most women. Actually no, 'slut' comes to a close second. 'Fuck' and 'bitch' have lost their effect due to the excessive daily usage of these words.  

A girl will never ever ever want to hear you agree with her that she is fat.(I am guilty of this.. I'm trying not to sound like a whiny bitch but something serious needs to be done about my torso). Even if she's just abit soft somewhere, you just don't tell her, "Getting a little tubby, are we?"

I'm not too clear if girls can tell each other that they are fat. But as far as I am concerned, it definitely cuts really deep when these words come from the opposite sex. Because every single female will always tell you that she's "fat". Even those who are breathing hard, with their ribcage rising up and sinking down with every breath and with eyes bulging out of their sockets due to a tremendous weight loss will still be "fat".

Fat means insecurities. Insecurities and flaws are meant to be hidden. Being suggested that one might be "fat", can have the same effect as having a peeping tom peeking at you pee/bathe or being naked in public. It's like your flaws are made known to the world when someone points it out.

I know this is all a little too dramatic. Perhaps it's not THE ultimate sin, as there are many sins like cheating, raping etc etc. But just be wary that the words 'ugly' and 'fat' are never to be directed at a woman in her presence. I hope my lecturer learns his lesson.

On our second day, we visited the President's home(which is now a tourist spot) which is shit boring so I'm not going to dwell on that. But do look at the few of the nicer shots I managed at that place. Apparently a bomb fell on one of the stairways before.

The view from the President's home.


There are underground tunnels beneathe the building. This is some emergency button thingie to alert the people in the building during the war. So authentic looking right? Looks like something from a themepark ride.


The 'computers' back then. Or are they telegram machines?


My brother going down one of the tunnels. I like this shot, what with the dramatic contour of his body.


I don't like tunnels though, I get claustrophobic.


One of the photographs in the hall.


Next stop we went to this war memorial place. Sorry, I'm very very bad with names because it was all in Vietnamese.


A real tank!


I cannot understand. But I thought it'd make a nice photo.


I love the drawing of the guillotine. So pretty!


There was a photo gallery there about the hardships of the war. It was actually quite saddening to look at them. One thing though, I really admire the photographer who took all these photos.


A plane crashing into a village.


Looks like something out of a movie, doesn't it?


A soldier giving CPR to a fellow military man.




The caption beneath this one was about an anguished American soldier.


A child sits abandoned amidst the tirade of soldiers.


This one was cool because of the way the army guy's legs which constituted as a frame.


Bomb victims.


Scary shit. Some of the beggars in Vietnam looked like this.






Babies who were malformed due to the radiation from the bombs. The twins on the left were born in 1984.


Cleft-lip baby. I've learnt about this in my course. A side of the lips will split up into the nasal cavity.


Another result due to the bombings.


Very sad right.


A beautiful collage of paintings by Vietnamese children in the name of peace.


Some of the actual weapons used during the war.




Dad and his camera.


l-r: Mum, Dad, Brother, Grandmother


We went into a jail replica and on the walls were paintings of the many forms of torture that were executed during the war. This one is for women prisoners. They'd release a snake into their pants as a form of punishment.


I think this one was carried out during the Japanese Occupation in Malaya as well.. they'd put a hose into the prisoner's mouth and fill him with water until his stomach expands.


Self explanatory, no?


Nipple electrocution. Kinky.


A genuine guillotine.


This was actually behind a metal door with only a flap to look into. I stuck my camera in and got this. Freaky shit no?


With flash. They put a fake prisoner in and alot of people shuddered visibly after looking into the flap.

I itchy backside wanted Chee Kiang to fetch me from Pudu instead of my father who usually drives down all the way. I thought it'd make a good impression on my parents that Chee Kiang would come to pick me up since ... they sort of know a thing or two about us all these while, just that I've played the blur card whenever they ask.

But it was raining cats and dogs and when I reached Pudu, he hasn't even passed the LDP highway. So my put-on persona of damsel-in-distress had to be stripped off while I made my way back to Subang Jaya with the considerably reliable LRT and KTM systems.

=) When I reached KTM Subang he was there waiting for me already. He had that worried look on because I lost my KTM ticket(I know, I'm so stupid) and we freaked out together on the phone when he said that I would have to pay a RM50 fine. I only had RM30 to my name. Luckily it was only RM1.60 that I had to pay. Phew.

When we were hanging out for awhile more until about 1.30am, dad called and said, "Wahhh haven't come home. Pak tor until tak sanggup come back ar?"

Then I hit Chee Kiang on his shoulder excitedly and said, "He sort of knows already!!"

Following day, the family and I were at Asia Cafe for lunch, and my father asked again, "Sooo...hold hands already ar?"

Let's all laugh together-gether. Ha. Ha. HaHAHAHHAHAHAHAA. Ha. *rolls eyes*

I was walking past the fermented toufu shop at that moment and had my fingers up my nostrils and I just looked away shyly from my father and gave a shrug.

Then today during the funeral rites, my Aunty Susie/Godma pestered me, "Eh, when are you going to tell your parents laa? It's a phase of life. Everybody goes through it. It's very normal. Why are you so scared to tell them?"

I said, "Haiyoh, paiseh lah!"

So my Aunty Susie and my brother also all itchy backside want my parents to know. We were in Amcorp Mall at one of of the eateries there and they were talking about the usual topic that all middle age women with teens talk about-boyfriends and girlfriends.

"Your mummy should know la, Jo..!" my aunt said.

My mum, still blur, said, "I think she's confused. Right, Jo?"

My brother butted in, "Celebrated one year anniversary liao la!!"

My mum like cannot hear anything like that. Still acting blur.

My father came back to the table and got wind of it all. He thumped his heart with his hands in a samtong(sakit hati/heart pain) motion.

My parents weren't at all surprised and they didn't say much..

In the car back to Subang, my father was telling me about the specs for my new laptop. Then we talked about my transport back from Kedah for the next trip. He said, "Ask your boy boy to fetch you la!"

I nearly vomitted in the car.

"Don't call until so disgusting can or not?" I scolded back.

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After dropping my brother and my cousin Derek in Sunway Pyramid, they fetched me to the KTM Station. I was finally alone with my parents in the car.

"So...how he ask you to go steady la?" my dad kepo-ed.

"Don't want to tell you," I said.

"How lah? "Can we go steady?" ah, is it like that? So old fashioned ah!" he kepo-ed again.

"You old fashioned lar, ask me until like that.. hahaha." I was damn shy already.

"I think he is a good one. Somemore very smart. Good, Jo!" my dad gave his approval.

YAY!!!! Hahaha.

My mum was like, "You can be interested in each other, but don't get too physical first."

Uerm, o-kaaay. *rolls eyes*

She continued, "Must find someone who loves you and appreciates you."

Wah damn pei man. Hahaha. I was like, "orh." "orh." "orrrhhhh." "Orh." throughout the entire conversation.

Dad gave the last words before I got out of the car, "Remember ar!! In Kedah cannot pak tor, come back only can paktor ar!"

Hahahahahaha. I'm damn happy now that it's all out in the open. :) Immediately, smsed Ck to let him know. As for him, his parents still don't know. His dentist knows though. LOL.

Was having outbursts of smiles throughout the entire commuter ride.

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It's mandarin orange season again!!! This year no sorethroat, thank god.

The big one eat in Subang, the small one bring back to Kedah because more portable!