Terrible Tuaran

Eleanor Rigby:

Eleanor is present to report the happenings in Tuaran. Any outrage at PLKN's conduct should be directed in a healthy manner.

Eleanor recommends riots.

Eleanor's lovely Sunday evening was punctuated with our beloved blogger informing me that she had been "crying her eyes out" and her eyes were "exhausted" due to her exertions.

Eleanor confesses that Eleanor could not help but feel a pang of worry.

Thank God for Albert Einstein.

Eleanor suggested Bobby Mcferrin

Apparently, our homesick hottie was feeling the ill effects of watching other trainees exercise their parental visitation rights whilst she was stuck on a cold hard floor (green).

The fact that the parents' names were announced over loudspeaker did not help her cause.

Sounds like a scene out of "The Green Mile", doesn't it ?

Not this version though

That is not all that NS puts our wank-worthy Weishya through however.
She is also forced to sit in meetings with hundreds of people. It has a sense of being "crampy and humid".

Sounds like a sauna, except with BO.

Eleanor cannot help but wonder what the trainees discuss. It probably boils down to 3 major issues faced by them everyday.

1. The frogs in the toilet
2. The dried fried fish that tastes worse than bulls testicles
3. Why people don't say, " I want AN unicorn"

AN awesome unicorn

But of course the torture would not be complete yet.

Eleanor found out that our shampoo showgirl has been ordered, along with the rest of her female trainees, to retire to bed WHILST WEARING THEIR UNIFORMS.

Clad in their hats, belts and every other useless contraption that makes sleeping less comfortable, our beloved blogger is forced to sleep in her uniform!

Note: Women in uniform in bed, it's not as kinky as it sounds

Imagine that. With uniforms

Now, i'm sure all of you curious readers out there must be wondering, what could they possibly have done to deserve such a fate ?

Heck, some of the cynical ones might even say " Let the punishment fit the crime".

Well, you cynical ones are right.
The crime: A pair of socks was stolen.

A PAIR!!!!

Steal 2 pairs, and you'll be sent to The Hague

Eleanor rests his/her case.

And finally, Eleanor and Weishya would like to thank all you well wishers out there who have voted diligently every day to ensure that this terrific blog gets into the top 10 of the Happy Moments contest.

Win or no win, we are in debt to all of you for your support.

Eleanor, signing off