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Isn't it gross? First and foremost, men shouldn't be holding women's handbags in public. That's just plain wrong. However, this shameful act does not apply to couples with children. I can understand that the wife is holding their child and the husband has to help hold his wife's handbag. So, guys in this category, you are safe.
But isn't this pathetic? Take a look again.
Yes, there's no doubt you love your girlfriend/wife but to hold her bag in public ....is considered a huge sin. Yes, she may have given you some sex the night before but buy her a pair of Vincci shoes for heaven's sake, not tot her bag around looking like a damn fool.
What has men come to? You women want us men to be the Sensitive New Age Guy (SNAG) but look at the results. How to respect men in this posititon?
If I were a woman, would I leave a man like the above picture?
In Jahangir's Khan's heartbeat after a 5 set squash match with Jansher Khan.That's how fast I'd leave the poor sod.
They're everywhere. Going up/down the escalator, at the Autopark paying machine, queuing up at GSC/TGV,etc.
Do you see Magaret Thatcher's husband holding her bag in public? She better
jolly well slap the daylights out of her husband if he did that.
And I read somewhere in Amnesty Antarabangsa that it is actually against human rights for a boyfriend/husband to hold a girlfriend/wife's handbag in public. Please verify.
To the women out there with weak boyfriends, please don't subject them to this shameful manner.You know they're weak but do you have to make them tot your handbag in public?
Is he pulling up his pants the same time as his girlfriend? I can only wonder.
To the men out there who has held their partner's handbag in public before, I understand you love/care/sayang her and yes, these are one of the many ways you show your affection. That's great. 100 points for effort. But, for the sake of mankind, don't sling a woman's handbag on your shoulder the next time you guys go out.
Off I went into the wild. Started my journey at 3pm and by the time I reached the entrance of the hill, it was 4pm. I only realized how heavy my bag was when I started gasping for air by the 2nd level. The trek was uphill and it was a bloody challenge to reach the site. Those of you who wanna take on Mt Kinabalu should train on this hill. A lot of people train in Batu Caves but this place presents you with natural obstacles like tree trunks, roots and children.
By 5pm, I reached the waterfall. I decided to venture further in as there were no suitable camping ground.I made no prior site survey nor did I have any first hand information on this hill. In fact, I don't think anyone has ever camped there before.After searching for a suitable camp site for half an hour, I wanted to give up and leave but I couldn't. I could not give up and turn home after all the hype.When faced with a challenge, did Rocky give up? Did the tortoise give up? Did Anwar give up? These fictional characters did NOT give up and I plan to follow in their footsteps.
Long story short, I chose a small space of land next to the edge of the waterfall trail.The flow of the water leads to a somewhat eerie pool. Take a look at my glutton for punishment camping site :
There I was, finally..MAN VS WILD. Exposed to the wild, I took every opportunity to use my Leatherman and Swiss Army knife including the menial task of killing giant ants with the tools. I boiled water, I hung my boots to dry, I snapped twigs to feed the fire, I bathed in the nude with pristine natural eau claire, etc. It was just a heavenly activity for me to be one with nature.
Darkness was approaching and this was the time to test whether I had some balls attached to my groin. Here's a video on darkness approaching at my campsite :
I retreated to my tent at around 7pm and 50 minutes later, it was total darkness. The type of pitch darkness whereby if you put your hand in front of your face, you won't see anything!!More like being in The Summit's car park. Check out the video :
By this time, your mind and ears play tricks on you. There were a few times I heard children talking but after listening carefully, it was just the bloody cicak kubing talking to their fellow species. Sometimes, I could hear splashes of water. But I blocked ALL that out.
Eventually, I feel asleep until 5am and the next morning, I felt extremely proud that I went through a mini MAN VS WILD experience and also survived a showdown with nature.
I learnt an important thing which is :
"THERE ARE NO SPIRITS/PENUNGGUS/HANTU KUM KUMS/GHOSTS IN THE BLOODY JUNGLE"I
I urinated a couple of times nearby my campsite without asking "permission" and I'm here writing this blog. If you are someone who believes in this kind of mambo jambo, this overnight solo camping trip in the jungle proofs otherwise.
The question is, will I go camping alone in the jungle again ?
NO I WON'T