




feel free to read and laugh... this is me with my thoughts about the world and beyond.






Cottages at Cordeville
me and the nafastari dance team..
this is nina, everybody!
Farm House In A Wheat-fieldRule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. PERIOD! You may glance at her, so long as you do not stare at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will personally break them off.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this:
You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my stapler gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'protection' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the protection, and I will kill you. (with Allah's permition, of course.) Get married first, PLZ!
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this.
TAK YAH NK BODEK AK!
The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is
"sebelum maghrib."
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter.
Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you.
If you make her cry,
I will make you cry.
Seriously!
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Jabatan Pulau Pinang. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter :
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a fat, balding, middle-aged, and a dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter,
I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe.
If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, a stapler gun, dancing shoes and five acres behind the house. Do not play with me.