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At the weekend the girls spent an awesome night at a local hotel in downtown Subang to celebrate Feminine Ice's last weeks of being single. On the last day of this month she'll be the first in our group to get officially married, and the girls decided to send her off with a big bang.

Well, at least, we HAD PLANNED to spend the entire night NOT sleeping, and playing naughty games, and getting Feminine Ice drunk enough to reveal the icky bits of her life.

We had a host of booze, chocolates, mentos, Cheezels, bananas and seven girls cramped into tiny room meant for just two adults (one king-size bed for all seven), and you know, the night looked promising. After the movie, we got back to the room at around 11.30pm, ready to take on the night. We chatted a bit, played an hour's worth of Truth or Dare, and thought of moving on to the more raunchy stuff.

Except we didn't count on all of us dozing off by 2 something. Heh.

Three years ago, staying up till 5 am in the morning was NEVER a problem, we could yak the entire night away, get just an hour-and-a-half worth of rest time, and still head off to three-hour lectures at 8 am in the morning. The next morning I woke up with two huge pimples on my forehead and a terrible concussion. From the 'booze'–just half a mug of wine and another mug of Amarula. So little alcohol, also can fall asleep liddat, man.

Growing old is not something I'm looking forward to at all.

Its 4.15 and suddenly I remembered that promise to pick up my urine test results. Yesterday.

Uh-oh.

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I think Monday's not too late to go through that medical check up.

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Then I remembered the yuckiness of that urine test. Dang I hate urine tests. Because females don't have a dick it's not THAT easy to aim into a tiny bottle and fill it half-full. Worse if the washrooms only have toilet-bowls. Ten times worse if the toilet cubicles don't have tissue dispensers.

Which really irks me. HOW CAN A CLINIC NOT HAVE INDIVIDUAL TISSUE DISPENSERS IN THEIR CUBICLES ANYWAY? How does a common tissue-paper dispenser for an entire washroom of three cubicles actually work out to be justified logic in the first place? I mean, sometimes you rush into a toilet cubicle to do your business and you don't even remember to check if they have tissue paper dispensers inside the cubicle. Then when you're done and you realize, alamak, tak-de tisu. Worse, sometimes they have tissue dispensers without tissues.

So what happened the other day was I aimed wrongly a few times (I'm sorry but I'm not that good at discerning where the pee shoots out from), and my fingers got stained. And because I was half-hovering over the sitting bowl, trying to do my best to fill up that puny little urine bottle, I also sprayed a few droplets over the seats lah. *ter-spray*

And because some genius decided it was far more economical to have a common tissue paper dispenser OUTSIDE the toilet cubicles, and there wasn't an individual facet within the cubicle itself, well… so sorry for the next person who came to use the toilet I was in lah.

So there: I really, really, hate some Malaysian toilets.

Such as the female washrooms at Sunway Pyramid's Tanjong Golden Village Cinemas. They are just deplorable.

You know at SP's TGV, we females have to use the sanitary pad disposal bin to keep the doors closed and locked? I usually have to kick it into place. And the floors are ALWAYS wet, and the tissue paper dispensers hardly ever have any tissues.

And I also hate hate hate wet floors in toilets. It's UTTERLY yucky to be wearing thin-soled heels and walking into puddles of dirty water in public toilets.

Also, I hate to find shoeprints on clean toilet seat covers. You know the first time I went to the GSC in Times Square, the place was only three days old, and we were there to catch an 11 am show. I walked into the loo, very impressed at first, then was utterly disgusted to find sneaker marks all over the toilet seat cover.

And I cannot take toilet bowls that are stuffed to the brim with used tissues. You know how you walk into a toilet to see ugly little things floating in the water? GAWD damn it you don't need a WHOLE tissue paper roll just to wipe your bum clean, right? And then you do NOT dump used sanitary pads into the toilet bowls…

Once I saw a young mother in an open cubicle, carrying her toddler over the toilet bowl seat and teaching her how to stand and balance herself on the seat cover. AND THIS WAS IN A FIVE-STAR HOTEL aye. The toilets are SUPPOSED TO BE CLEAN. Why the fuck do you have to stand on the seat covers! WHY ARE YOU TEACHING YOUR LITTLE FIVE YEAR OLD KID TO STAND ON TOILET BOWL SEAT COVERS? I mean, she could have broken the poor seat cover, you stupid mother. And TOILETS IN FIVE STAR HOTELS ARE NOT CHEAP TO BUILD YOU KNOW OR NOT?

It's times like this that I wished I were a guy. At least all I need to do is stand and shoot.

With reference to this, I have some things to say, because I'm a guilty offender of that occasional peck on the cheek at Mid Valley Mega Mall (sometimes we even french if we think no one is staring) and my bf is also equally guilty of giving me that big bear hug when we bump into each other at the gym.

Every night when we part (Eric visits me every day for dinner, if he can), we wait at my gate, and just before he leaves he'll give me a big hug, and a peck on my lips.

Boyfriend and girlfriend mah, we're indecent like that. Cannot izzit?

Oh yeah and then I remembered, there was once when we hugged at the gate and then he suddenly said, 'Eh someone's watching us.'

'Where?'
'There!'

I looked everywhere, and then I saw that someone. My neighbour's dog.

Even the dog is decent enough to look at us for a while and then walk away. I don't think we interrupted his day much, neither did we encourage him to go find another dog to hug.

But then again, if the dog did have a girlfriend of his own, I think it's perfectly fine and applaudable if we did provoke the doggy into hugging another doggie. It's love, folks. It's peace, and it is BETTER than having bitch-fights, yeah?

You know, Eric doesn't really read my blog. He sometimes pops by just to see what other things about me he didn't know already, but usually, he doesn't really bother.

Actually, on hindsight, none of my ex-boyfriends really followed my blog anyway. So the other day when I found out that a friend was pestering her other half to read her blog more often, I started to wonder, 'Should I do the same to Eric?'

But then again, nothing in minishorts.net includes things that he didn't already know about me. I actually think that he only visits my blog to make sure I don't write the things I'm not supposed to write… you know what he says, 'Eh not everything is bloggable, you know?'

So here's my question, does your other half read your blog?

I have a feeling most don't really bother.