Eleanor Rigby:
Eleanor reports that over the weekend, the World of Weishya was filled with discontent.
Weishya has learnt over the weekend the importance of mastering the Chinese language, the lack of hunks with pickup lines in Chinese, how much vegetables suck, and how much a man's genitals in soup COULD taste better than dried fried fish.
Eleanor feels that it is his/her duty to inform YOU of her present situation.
Firstly, her Sunday began with a visit to a "grand and mighty" temple in Sabah. Eleanor had the pleasure of discovering that speeches and talks conducted in Chinese is not our beloved blogger's cup of tea.
Apparently, it's like throwing her into a "pitch black well".
As it was the weekend after all, our dearest shampoo showgirl also had high hopes for a delicious lunch.
She was disappointed. Vegetables are not food.
On another frightening note, after Eleanor offered her a mutual "friend's"(male) genitals(filleted) in soup , she replied that she'd "like a bit" if it was better than dried fried fish.
Seeing the other trainees getting visits from their parents also incited a pang of jealousy in our homesick hottie's heart. To all you content little people out there kicking back in your leather armchairs, she wants Oreos.
Better than parents
Looks like the mosquitoes and spiteful group leaders she tells Eleanor about have taught her well.
Another notable feature of Weishya's observations over in Tuaran is that PLKN is grooming homosexually orientated youths.
Proof of this is when male trainees fold each others sleeves.
No wonder lubricant sells like hot cakes.
A lack of information in the form of television of newspapers doesn't help the secluded an segregated atmosphere. Apparently, the "Borneo News" is all they get. Even a neutral would yearn for that one-sided, politically aligned excuse for a newspaper also known as The Star.
And finally,
A NOTE OF WARNING TO ALL : HER HAIR IS WILTING IN THE SABAHAN SUN.
This is alarm bells people. We have reached a crisis none of us ever dreamed we would ever face in our lifetimes. SHE NEEDS SUNSILK!!
Better than Oreos
That is all that Eleanor has to report for now, Eleanor wishes that the hard-to-satisfy readers of this blog will enjoy this post.
If you don't, bite me.
Eleanor, signing off.
P.S. : Vote for this blog so she'll come home with a present from all her well wishers!
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