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I just got back from attending this talk by an Iranian woman, who apparently can speak Malay. My mom kept harping about the fact she could speak Malay (this was before I witnessed it myself). But when I really got to hear her and realise the immense use of vocabulary involved, I thought she's excellent although the bits of inputs of Persian accent. Thought the talk was pretty good. Really like how her partner preached about sins. Uh somewhere along the line of how small we derive pleasures from the sins and forever will the mark remain.

Somewhere amidst the talk, I couldn't help noticing how beautiful these middle-eastern women are. A friend/acquiaintance expressed to me how stupid he thinks women wearing burqa are because it's unsuitable with such humidity and the hot weather. Like dude, look, if you think they're not showing off enough skin for you, I still think they're beautiful. Which is why I think they don't need much colours on them, just black.

And to Qeen, I am really loving My Best Friend's Girl. The read is really enthralling:)
And then can't wait to move on to Wednesdays Letters that ais bought for me. She's sucha darling friend who works at Borders, hahaha (:

I really need to collapse on my bed now.
Yawns.

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