so Lun Sky die already or not?

the whole Alviss story is over rated.

many people kill themselves quietly and leave with their pride and dignity intact. but he chose to make a big deal out of it. so he's got all the attention now.

happy now Alviss wherever you are?!?

of course he had the right to commit suicide, now that he successfully did it, who's going to tell him he did not have the right?

when a friend committed suicide half a year ago, i blogged about it and mentioned that killing yourself takes a lot of courage and faith and i still think suicide is a person's right.

*which reminds me of my project paper on right to die is still pending and i have not started on it yet. wtf sidetracked.*

but killing yourself 'out of love' and making sure the whole world knows so that your family, ex girlfriend and friends are laughing stocks of the world and embarassed by your ball-less act? how smart.

some people are forced to the brim due to bankruptcy and major debts and illness sufferings, but killing yourself because your girlfriend left you is just ridiculous, not to mention very selfish. no, correction:

killing yourself because your girlfriend left you AND making a big fuss out of it, is just stupid.

many people have had their lives taken away by accidents, illness or murdered, and many people are fighting for their lives even though they are paralyzed or faced with substantial problems which make them feel that life is not worth living anymore.

but him, with the handsome face and able body, chose to forgo everything and kill himself. how smooth.

i hope he gets stoned in hell by the very people whose lives were taken away from them reluctantly.

and dying doesnt solve anything does it? if his point of dying was to touch his girlfriend's heart, i dont think he succeeded in it. i bet she even hates him more for making her a laughing stock of the world. even if she does regret leaving him and is touched by his suicide, does it matter? its not like they can be together now anyway.

he could have just did little romantic things to win her heart back, or cry for days and emo for weeks until the tears dry out and just move on.

but he chose to jump to his death. i dont get it. killing yourself in the name of love? is that supposed to be love? everyone goes through phrases. everyone goes through heartbreaks. move on. it's not easy but


TIME WILL HEAL.

out of sight out of mind, new people will come along, life will keep you occupied. as long as you are alive, there will be one day, even after months and years, time will heal a big part of the broken hearts and bless them will better things in life.

and why are stupid people on facebook idolizing him and proposing holiday for his 'courageous' act? idiots.

so is the desperate-for-attention Lun Sky. another idiot. if you want to die, please do it quietly and leave with your dignity instead of making a fool out of yourself by being a copycat and appearing on national tv.

if he dies, he's just another idiot. if he doesn't die, i hope he'll get stoned to death anyway because he's just pathetic loser.

so LunSky die already or not? tell me cause i cant read chinese wtf. and can we all get over these stupid issues already and deal with more serious issues like world peace/politics/whatever it is? this whole suicide thing is over rated.

*rolls eyes*

peace out =)

oh, and by the way, my hair color is photoshoped. i just thought that purple would look good on me in this picture, no?

Social Networking needs

one of the headlines of today's paper was that facebook has became a recruitment platform for drug vices and malaysians are easy targets. no points for guessing why.

obviously its because malaysians have the most number of 'friends' and spend an average of 9hours on facebook. i cant help but to think that social networking has changed our lives in ways we cannot imagine.

it created our stupid online social networking needs.


i think it all started with the birth of internet. with that came emails. i remember when i was probably 12, i was obsessed with emails and forwarding them. every freggin one. now i cant even be bothered to read forwarded mails, what more to forward them.




then came the chatrooms and messengers.

i started with IRC, if i'm not mistaken. i did not get to spend alot of time online while i was younger, but yeah, i enjoyed chatting very much. irc soon faded and was replaced with Msn and YM. and then came Skype. and forums. which started the need to gossip and be two faced.

we could have all been happily going out and meeting up friends and catching up in person. but then we all substituted it with typing on the keyboards and nudging people who dont reply in time.

nudges is fine if a person has something important to say, or he's somebody you want to talk to. but i freggin hate the people who abuse them. how irritating is it to have a conversation keep popping up when you're trying to do something and this idiot just cannot wait 2minutes for a reply.

*pulls hair out of frustration* *clicks 'BLOCK PERSON' and live happily ever after*




then Youtube and other sharing-based networks came along

suddenly everyone is sharing videos online and obsessed with covering songs in desperate hopes of having their 'talents' discovered and shoot to fame. suddenly the need to abuse their webcams and video cameras to tape every amusing (or not) action for their friends/subscribers viewing pleasures arose.

to me, youtube is a platform where i view music videos and missed episodes of tv or drama series. oh, and tutorials. its much easier to watch than it is to read step-by-step guides. i actually learnt to makeup from youtube. and some useful things like cooking and using softwares.

i dont have a youtube account but i think youtube definitely created needs for the exhibitionists to display their 'talents', share their moments and attract attention in hopes of their 15mins of fame; and for the voyeurs (like me!) to view, laugh and poke fun at, to rely on and learn from.




the rising of user profiles like Friendster, Myspace, LinkedIn and Bebo.

the need to write testimonials and have people write nice things for us arose. everyone made friends online and be anyone they wanted to be. with the help of Photobucket and Flickr and those photo sharing sites, social networking was no longer a past time, it became THE norm.

young people started having needs to gain popularity through a thousand testimonials and five thousand 'friends'. we all started wanting and needed to have awesome, misleading profiles and deceiving photos and make 20 000 friends we dont need which we would later regret having because they would be the same ones who annoy you and be mere acquaintances who waste your time or the kind who would backstab you.



oh dont even get me started on virtual worlds of IMVU and SecondLife.

its fun. in the beginning. you become whoever you want to be. until you start to realise that most people in virtual worlds are really pathetic losers in real life. ridiculous.

*rolls eyes*

why would people waste time 'dressing up', 'working', 'making friends', 'hanging out' and 'having sex' in virtual worlds when they can have the real thing? because people who resort to 'living' in virtual worlds and are obsessed with being the most popular avatar, are losers who dont get laid. with the time and money wasted on virtual worlds, you could have built an empire and live the life you want.




Blogging. oh blogging.

before the rise of blogosphere, i never needed to publisize my life for people to see. i wrote diaries. i talked to myself. and type drafts which i later delete.

Wordpress, Xanga, Blogger and the alike definitely created this stupid needs of speaking out loud and wanting people to read them. it created our needs to take awesome photos for people to see. and spending hours and hours editing our pictures and drafts. needs of reporting our daily lives and speaking our minds and letting the whole world inside. and got people obsessed with being jealous of other people's lives. started the whole culture of attention-seeking and stalking.

we all became exhibitionists. everybody had things to say and things to show. we all needed platform to let other people know how awesome/sucky/mundane our life is.

it was mother of all evils.

you see what you do to me blogging. i take pictures of nothing. complain too much. and write about everything. write things to indirectly get to people. expose myself and become obsessed with you.




and Facebook. and my undying love for you.

i was obsessed. i spent hours stalking other people. facebook is awesome because unlike friendster, you are an invisible stalker. =) i read their profiles and look at their pictures. i eat, shit, sleep, think facebook.

i refresh the home page every five minutes to see stupid status updates and roll my eyes at people who update complete nonsense like "i'm hungry", "i'm angry" and "i'm drunk". then i realise i am equally pathetic to read them. i was obsessed to the point that i would facebook on my mobile every few minutes just to read those updates.

how pathetic could life get.

and with stupid games which i played. Nightclub City kept me occupied for hours per day and got me hooked for months until i knocked myself out of it. had Mark Zuckenberg not come up with this brilliant idea which made him rich, i never would have imagined that i needed to update status every now and then to declare my (un)happiness and whatever i felt.

i never would have thought that i would spend hours hooked on facebook after an event just to make sure people dont tag my ugly photos and be quick enough to untag myself before other people see them.




Plurk and Twitter also started the need of people reporting where they are, what they are doing and what is on their mind to their friends.



Four square and Friend Finder is just nonsense.

we all used to be so scared of exposing ourselves online. no one in their right mind would write their phone numbers or whatever private information of themselves on their profiles or chatrooms or forums in case maniacs could get to them. we (at least, i) hated friendfinder because i never liked the idea of people tracking me and having obsessed people like parents and ex boyfriends know of your whereabouts.

ironically now its the other way around. people started to need to report their whereabouts because it is the IN thing to check-in to 'cool' places and make sure your friends know so you'll be in the 'cool' gang also.

preposterous!



Social Networking created these stupid needs. the same needs which is why i am here writing this long absurd post on nothing until 5am while trying to learn the complex art of photoshop. so that i can post deceiving pictures. to satisfy the need of social networking.

a fucking vicious never ending cycle.

its like drugs. once you get a taste of it, you get hooked and addicted. it becomes all you ever think about. it dictates how you live you life. and it is almost impossible to escape.



way to go social networking. you have successfully taken over my life. now i'm another loser who's obsessed with the virtual world. =D

Social Network-ing

food bomb first =)

breakfast/brunch/lunch at HongKee, Kepong Aman Puri.
the usual 'siew mai', prawn dumplings, pork ribs, 'fu chok' rolls and scallop 'siew mai'.

and i watched The Social Network

[spoilers and ramblings begin now]
[which means if you have not watched the movie, or if you are in the midst of exams, or if you're trying to speed read this while waiting for your movie to load or if you have better things to do, you can end reading here and continue later when you really have the time. thankyouverymuch,comeagain]

the movie is about the founding of Facebook. Mark Zuckerberg (real FB founder) alleged that it was fictional and made up but scriptwriter Aaron Sorkin insisted its factual and research-based and very close to the true story.

its quite a debate on fact vs fiction which i read up a bit on, but i shall not bore you with the details. i believe people just dont like others to write about them if they are not the heros/good guys. especially if it's untrue/partially true/biased/unappealing/not to their advantage/whatever reason they can think of.

i shall spare you of the details. go research if you really interested because i did and its too detailed and would hog my space. there are quite a lot of interesting facts too by the way.

apparently The Social Network was one of the most highly anticipated movie of the year. because it is based on the Accidental Billionaires by Ben Mezrich, with an amazing cast of handsome men. well, except the lead Jesse Eisenberg which is portrayed as cold, calculated and sadistic.

nevermind that. come i show you.

Justin Timberlake as Sean Parker
first picture is his 'normal' self, second is him in the movie.its kind of ironic really to see a pop star playing the founder of Napster, which is a music sharing network that causes him to lose millions from record deals, no?


honestly i nearly could not recognize him in the movie. normally JT portrays himself as a mysterious cool man with very sexy goatee. The kind of man girls drool about and fantasize when they play with their shower heads.

JT, in the movie, is portrayed as a smooth clean shaven guy with boyish charms. and skinny. apparently he lost weight to look younger =(. maybe that or its the hair (or lack of hair). i still prefer him with the military hair and sexy goatee. *grins dreamily*

Andrew Garfield as Eduardo Saverin
no offense but i wouldnt have thought that a man with a cartoon as his last name can be this handsome. THIS HANDSOME.


i know. i prefer the first picture also. with the longer hair because he kinda looks gay-ish in second picture in the right. (which is how he looks in the movie)

god please dont tell me he's gay. he cant be. just look at him.

fuck. look at how hot he is. i think i could have an orgasm in my seat just staring at his the dreamy eyes and manly charm. sigh.

i have a thing for the whole scruffy, manly and rough look. in short, bad boy look. he's the kind of guy i would shag anytime of the day. i'm just kidding. no really. *grins dreamily again*



Armie Harmer as the Winklevoss twins
his face was superimposed onto Josh Pence, a Ralph Lauren model, who (who played the other twin's body) because the directors could not find suitable identical twin. i dont mind really. because he is really hot too. =)



the movie started of with a 3min scene of Mark and his girlfriend arguing. you all must be trying so hard to keep up. (don't lie! i had a hard time also) and merely grasped bits and pieces of what Mark was trying to say. i would salute the person who was able to fully grasp what his nonchalant cold rapid-fire monotonous dialogue was all about. because apparently it took 99 takes! and ran eight freggin script pages!!

i was so confused in the beginning because there was a lot of ramblings and fast-talking and dry humor and details and switching back and forth in a flashback manner. okayfine.

because i'm retard like that. i'm the kind of person people don't like to go for artistic/complicated/brainy movies with because i cannot understand shit and will keep bugging others to explain to me. while the movie is going on. what. dont judge me c'mon.

the movie reminded me a lot of the recent Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps. timeless story of greed, deception, betrayal and the rising of success.

The Social Network is a tad bit confusing with too much details to comprehend in the beginning but once you stop trying so hard to grasp its intricateness and look at the bigger picture they are trying to convey, you'ld be impressed with how brilliant the movie really is.

it is not my usual comedy/romance/simple kind of movie which makes me laugh. this movie makes me laugh, but from a different approach. the humor is dry, witty yet funny nevertheless if you grasp it. it is clever, articulate and smart.

the kind of psychology movie which completely fucks me up.

but keeps me wanting more.

Brazilian waxing @ Fabulous Tan Midvalley

ya i know its an indoor tanning place, but really. they got do waxing wan!

one fine day, few months back i was clicking on MyDeal as usual to see what new deals they have and they had a promotion for Brazillian/Full Legs Waxing at Fabulous Tan, Midvalley @ 50% off. basically it was rm100 for 2 Brazillian sessions/ Full Legs session / one of each. which i thought was quite a deal since i'm a sucker for sales/promotions/discounts. besides, Brazillian are pricey, usually around rm100-170 depending on where you go.

i should have known better that this deal was too good to be true. FML.

i dropped by midvalley a couple of days before and decided to check out the place. made an appointment for 6pm last tuesday. i went early to shop a bit and reached the place slightly before six. and boy, was i annoyed when they said that there was NO APPOINTMENT made for that day! i personally dropped by the other day to make the appointment, wtf do you mean no appointment?!

she asked if i could wait a bit because the therapist would only be available around 6.30pm. okay fine. i was not impressed but since i was there already, i thought what-the-heck. i'll just waste another 30minutes.

i went back again at 6.30pm, but the therapist was not available yet. apparently her colleague went out and was stuck in a traffic jam and she needs to watch the counter blablabla. fine. i waited till 7 and started to get very annoyed. i am not a very patient person. especially when i have already made an appointment. whats the point of making an appointment if you're made to wait anyway? gah!

anyway, i finally got to do it around 7.15pm. the nice part was that they actually provide this nice lil shower room (prolly intended for the tanning purposes though) where you get to freshen up before the session. they had nice little room for waxing and played some good music and my therapist, Gin, was a nice girl, friendly and sweet girl.

but that was as far as the nice part goes.

i thought that she, as a therapist, was rather unprofessional and unhygienic as well. she wore gloves of course, but i was unimpressed that she double/triple/dont know how many times dipped the spatula for the hot wax. i did not notice at first because i was busy talking to her but when i noticed, i asked her politely why does she not change it. she just laughed it off.

i asked her politely again and told her that its unhygienic. she replaced it with a new one for me but insisted that she changes the spatulas for every different customer and its still clean anyway wtf.

and then i saw that she would re-use the wax strip (used to rip out your hair) double/triple times and i asked her again why doesnt she use a fresh one every time, or at least use the other end of the wax strip. she just giggle and said that because there were still stray hairs blablabla. but quickly replaced it with a fresh one.

since she was sweet and polite, i just brushed the matter aside and forgotten about it. but she did it again. and i had to tell her off EVERY SINGLE FREAKIN TIME!

seriously loh. i think it's really unprofessional to laugh it off when you should have apologized. it is your professionalism here you're laughing about!!

so if any of you want to go there for Brazilian waxing, please. don't.

it didnt hurt though. but then again. i think it has nothing to do with the therapist lah. i just have really high tolerance of pain, even in private regions from all the plucking, waxing, and epilating through the years.

i'll probably go back there for full legs waxing (since i still got another session under the deal), but not for the Brazilian. private areas are far too delicate to deal with lack of hygiene and unprofessional-ism. luckily i did not develop some kind of rash or irritation or whatever.

*rolls eyes*

moral of the story, dont fall for deals which are too good to be true.

on a happier note, i watch Megamind at Signature Gardens afterwards.

it was HILARIOUS. really. i am not quite a cartoon person, i've got no childhood wtf.

but since i was introduced to Open Season, Happy Feet, Ratatouille, Shrek, Toy Story, UP and and the recent Despicable Me, and some other cartoons which i cannot think of right now, i have a growing fondness for animations. at least the ones in movies. their sense of humour. simply hilarious.

its not the usual superhero-predictable-storyline-cliched kind of movie. it's funny, original and heartwarming. watch it! =)



on a side note, i kind of think that rm19 for Premier Class isnt worth it. dont even talk about Gold Class. simply ridiculous. honestly, for rm38, i'ld rather get an original copy and have extra money to buy treats and sit home comfortably and watch it over and over again. maybe i'm just 'kiam' like that. (if only i am 'kiam' like that when it comes to my shoes, and bags, and clothes, and aiya but thats a completely different story)

but really.

if you think about it. assuming an average movie ticket is rm10, and you go for a movie every week.

your movie ticket - rm10
your date's/gf/bf - rm10
tidbits/popcorn/drinks - rm8
a total of rm28 every movie session

4 times a month makes it rm112. in a year, you'ld spend a whooping rm1344!!

honestly i'ld spend the money buying DVDs (or just downloading them) and invest in a good home teater system and HD player for the tv. it's so much more comfortable to snuggle up in your own couch, wearing your comfy PJs and furry slippers, hugging your soft pillows, and have a cup of hot chocolate and whatever junkfood you enjoy.

no need for putting on make up and fancy dress and heels for movie dates. i dont get girls who do that really, whats the point? no one sees it anyway since its so dark and everyone is more interested in their own date/movie wtf.

no need to get annoyed with stupid front/side seats or when someone really tall sits in front of you and blocks your view. or be so pissed over the person behind who kicks your seat over and over again, or the person in your row which shakes his legs and munches on his popcorn really really loudly. or get angry when there are kids in the cinema and they start wailing or crying or making noise wtf. or be distracted by the person who laughs too loud, or keep having to 'shhhh' the nearby people who keep whispering to each other throughout the movie. oh, and movie-spoilers who keep asking questions or telling their friends whats gonna happen next because they have seen it before. and not having to deal with the uncomfortable seats and extra cold halls.

ah. bliss.

but then again, you will be boring-stay-home-lazy-person (like me!) and there'll be no reason to doll up anymore or go for nice little dates and be mushy and romantic and crap like that and THEN, you'ld start complaining how dull and meaningless your life is becoming and wail over it (like me!) because you stay home most of the time.

oh well. life.

and i watched Rapunzel, A Tangled Tale yesterday at MBO cineplex, Kepong Village Mall.


i think MBO is far better than overrated GSC and lousy TGV. the seats are really comfy, the surround system is good, tickets are cheaper (if i'm not mistaken), no pre-movie advertisements/sneak previews, no queue and no crowd.

oh, on a side note, if you think Kepong Village Mall is anything like Bangsar's one, ie high classed/shopping destination/hip place to be seen, be prepared to be very disappointed because it is a Tesco joint and you know how Tesco places are. middle-classed, cheap boutiques, minimal stores, family-oriented and dead. it does have a small Celebrity Fitness gym though. the place is perfect for grocery shopping and movie trips since its relatively empty. =)

back to Rapunzel. it is a good musical animation based on Disney's Rapunzel, but with a funny twist. honestly other than the fact that i (vaguely) remember Rapunzel as a girl with really long hair stuck in tower and rescued by a prince, i cant really remember how the story goes.

the beginning was REALLY REALLY FUNNY. Flynn's (male lead) humor and silly things Rapunzel says, hilarious. cute animations and exaggerated expressions of Maximus, the horse and Pascal, the pet chameleon was just ingenious. but there were moments which made me cry. like when the King teared thinking of his lost princess, it was heart wrenching.

and the lantern moment.




it was so beautiful it made me cry. i felt exactly how i felt when i was at Disneyland some years ago watching amazing fireworks with the backdrop of Disney castle. it was magical.

for that moment, i felt like i was a child, full of hopes and dreams again =)

on a side note horr, i satisfied my maggi craving today. i know maggi is fat food and a big sin for diet but sigh. sometimes have to give in to 'treats' to help in a long run and avoid binging.

relatively more expensive though, rm5.49 for 4 packets.
maybe cause it is made of wheat instead of flour and baked instead of fried. when you boil the noodles, the water doesnt turn yellow, like how it happens to usual instant noodles due to all the oil.

It is high in fibre (about 3g) and low in fat (only 1g), thus, not FAT food. *delusional and trying to cheat self wtf*


bomb you with pictures of sad toytoy few days ago while i was busy studying for yesterday's exam.









okay. abrupt end of post.

excuse the bare face and big-small eyes. it was 7 in the morning, i had not slept yet and was craving for dimsum. =)

second post in a day

pathetic much i know.

i had a long talk with daddy today which made me cry. i came to realize that i have became a daughter he no longer knew. i distanced myself, build high walls to hide my vulnerability and insecurities and i have gotten so used to lying and keeping secrets that almost everything i do or say is not trustworthy. and i dont seem to know how to tell the truth anymore because all i've became this defensive, secretive and distant person.

it's almost like my whole life is a lie, an imagination i made-believe.

as much as i disapproved of his ways of digging out my well-kept white lies of the life i keep secret from him and mum, it brought me to realize that it was all driven by pure care and love of a father who wants to protect his daughter. i came to see that no matter how old i grow to become, i'm still his babygirl and all he wants is to be part of it. i was touched to know of little things he has done for me, for mum, even for my brother whom he disowned, for the family.

sometimes it is the little things which matters the most.

i will take baby steps to unfold the untold side of story, own up to the lies through the years, admit to mistakes i've made, reveal bits of my life which he might not approve of, unveil the truth about my imaginary 'perfect' life, and break down the walls of silence and fortress of secrets i built. it might not undo the tangled mess i've created, but i'll try. try to stop lying, stop pushing my family away and stop pretending to be someone i'm not.

baby steps. towards becoming a truthful person. towards becoming a daughter they can be proud of. towards blossoming gracefully into an adulthood and towards maturity, i hope.

oh, enough with the reflections already.

on a lighter note, i finally brought toytoy home after almost a month apart. a hole in my pocket, but a big smile on my face, and on his =)







his fur is getting very long that he sheds alot. quite annoying that i have to vacuum the floor three times a day and still have lint on my clothes. he desperately needs a hair cut. which reminds me that I need to colour my hair. gawd i hate seeing myself in black hair. T___T


ghastly picture of me taken some time ago, in the car while waiting at the traffic lights, with lighting from the brake lights of the car in front. T___T


end post with decent picture. good night peeps!

waiting outside the lines

is a song i've been hearing on replay a ton of times on the radio. go and listen to it. it's good. until just now that i found out that it's sung but a kid. this kid.


13 year old greyson chance. fml.

and i was thinking who is this amazing new singer? his voice is fantastic but enough with kid singers already. first it was miley, then justin. now greyson. shouldnt they all be in school and wait till they are 18 or till their voices mature before recording grown up songs? great. soon we'll all be pumping in grown up clubs playing kids songs. *rolls eyes*

oh. and yesterday was the launch of much-talked-about-waja-replacement Proton Inspira which was ''inspired'' by Mitsubitshi Lancer.

am not a car fanatic, but it just saddens me that our country's ''proud'' production is really an imitation. whether or not it is an authorised imitation or an 'improved version' of the original, it doesnt matter. it still is a fake. soon enough we'll see all these local cars modified with extra spoilers and rims and stick-on Mitsubitshi logos. *rolls eyes*

excuse me. but i just hate fakes, and the cheapos who buy fakes and try to pass it off as the original. if proton had just produced a good car with equivalent specs without the 'glamourous cover', i really would be proud of malaysia. now we're the mockery of the world for producing imitation of a super car. if want to use lancer's specifications, engine at all, cant you at least have the decency to come up with an original design for it?

i feel sad for real Lancer owners, especially the Evo owners who forked out some 300k for their cars. now everyone can afford 'Evo-look-alike' at 80k. how sad is that?

malaysia boleh. yay!

the thing about fakes and why manufacturers are so proud about it is because of the demand of fakes from cheap sad little upperclass-wannabe's who support the imitation industry. dont even get me started on imitation of designer items. clothings. glasses. shoes. bags. oh the bags.

every girl on the street seems to have luxury designer bags of Gucci, Chanel, Burberry and all. the funny thing about it is that they parade their imitated bags proudly without even knowing how to pronounce Louis Vuitton properly *rolls eyes*. imitation industry is getting so damn good, it is almost impossible to tell a fake from an original at first glance.

seriously. why? why would people buy imitations? apart from the fact that it says 'hi-i'm-a-cheapskate/poor-person-who-wants-to-be-seen-with-luxury-things'. why?

i do not own any fake items and will NEVER buy fake items. why would people feel proud parading their fake goods when they really should be ashamed of themselves?

if i had a friend who loves buying imitations of bags, sunglasses, apparels or whatever it is, and enjoys showing off her fake possessions horr, i would walk far far away from her whenever we are in public together. or maybe i should cut her bag like how luxury brands would do when they see people carrying fakes into their high-end shops.

if cannot afford dont buy la. really. stick to whatever middle-class brands or local brands you can afford. if not, just stick to rm20 pasar malam bags. at least people wont call you a cheapskate. if you really like the design of a designer bag but can never afford it, like the gorgeous Chanel bag :

at least have the courtesy to rip off the fake Chanel logo from your bag. at least you'll be a proud owner of a 'chanel-inspired' bag instead of a disgusting cheapskate owner of a fake.

in the first place, who started this whole culture of "chasing-luxury-brands-you-cannot-afford-then-supporting-the imitation-industry"? fakes have became so common in our daily lives that even when we can afford real designer items, we think twice. i wont want to be proudly parading an original thousand(s) dollar designer item when some asshole comes along and insults it by accusing it as a fake.

so the next time before you buy a fake product. note this.

designer brands represent class and elegance which fakes cannot. and can never be.

so can you all stop supporting fakes and let designer brands/luxury cars be the symbol of awesomeness, instead of a mockery already?

viv.

nerd in the making

(sorry i cropped you off, ahma. only a quarter of you was in the picture anyway. heh.)

i actually sat down since 8pm till now (1am) and prepared(really!) for International Law tutorial tomorrow morning at 10am. read articles and case law summaries and painstakingly WROTE down six full a4 pages of answer *gasp* *pats self on back*

i know other people and coursemates alike spend even more hours EVERYDAY studying and prepare much much more for ALL the tutorials, i dont care. i still feel proud of myself. let me syok sendiri awhile can?

usually i just CheatOne, simply read (fragments) and highlight some materials, jot down bits of pieces in a small notebook of nonsense to pretend like i prepared wtf, then go to tutorials and simply nod to approve of fellow coursemate's answers as if i understand (when i really dont), and once in awhile ask a question or chip in a sentence of two out of spontaneous quick thinking, restating things they have already said and using bit of common sense to draw conclusions.

perfect art of cheating through tutorials wtf. i know i am really cheating myself most of the time, so please dont give me a lecture on it.

and despite preparing so much, i highly doubt if i would actually participate in the 'intellectual discussion' nor present my answer tomorrow anyway. i will just sit in my corner, perfect my art of CheatingThruTutorials. nevermind. at least if Prof asks me, i'll not make a fool out of myself =)

anyway, i feel really contended that i actually feel like a law student for awhile tonight. maybe so motivated thanks to the company of water cress soup i boiled tonight =)


damn i love water cress soups! taste so good! i can have them every friggin day really.

and i'm moving into my third week of 'diet' already. i know i'm far from being 'thin', i get fat very easily and love eating too much. i got disheartened a couple of times previously and broke down from giving in to temptation, my biggest temptation was actually MaggiMee wtf.

first week was tough because i dealt with so much hunger and temptation. i actually needed to munch on at least three apples and a yogurt everyday to curb my hunger, and yet still crave for food. i used to eat so much for no reason even when i was not hungry because i enjoy stuffing my face wtf. so now its getting back on me. but i'm not going back to old bulimic ways of stuffing myself to the brim with comfort eating then forcing myself to vomit and crap like that.

second week was better because i actually got used to the temptation and stopped my mind from playing games with my appetite. i got even more motivated from parents and friends alike who said that i will not be able to give up food, because i want to prove them wrong! and i will. not shockingly fast, but gradually.

i keep hope that in few months from now, or maybe by my 20th bday, i'll not be that fatso.

for the first time in my life. =)

wish me luck. and please dont invite me for buffet dinners, good food, suppers, desserts or things like that please. leave me alone with my cereals, veges and fruits. <3



xoxo, viv.

ego. pride. dignity.

i was on the phone with L today and he was ranting about boss getting on his nerves with high expectations, of being shot with sarcasm and unreasonableness-ala-machine gun, and how everything he does never seemed right, blablablablabla.

anyway, to cut a long story short. a man's pride and ego was hurt. if his job meant licking boss's shoes, sucking up to him and losing your dignity, he felt that it isnt worth working for anymore.

i obviously did not rub salt to his wound by telling him off or by being nonchalant and unsymphathetic. i simply said some encouraging stuff and brushed the topic off. come to think about it, i realised that i had a lot to say about it.

well, everyone goes through phases. and i believe that everyone has had their fair share of unreasonableness from someone of higher authority whereby you dont really have a choice but to suck it up. at certain points of life, your ego, dignity and pride have been wounded.

i know a lot of strong-willed, determined and (over)confident people who would stand up for themselves and stuff like that. i do, to some point, admire their courage. but most people would suck it up. i suppose i categorize myself in the latter. of course, if some friend or random person hurt my ego by saying to doing unfavourable things, i would fight them till i die. (okay, that's a bit extreme) but i would stand up for myself, mark my point, make him eat his words and walk away.

but its completely different if you're in a less compromising position. like say, when your dean or headmaster scolds you out of frustration unreasonably and embarrassed you in front of your entire class.

(a) would you say something back to defend yourself knowing that there really isnt much to defend and make him extra annoyed with you for being so hard-headed for no reason and hurt his pride, which makes him even more determined to assert his authority and then give you hell through disciplinary action and eventually throwing you out of the university.,

or

(b) would you just keep quiet in your seat?

which one is easier? obviously the latter.
i would complain a lot outside, i would condemn him kaokao and all, but i wouldnt choose (a). for a couple of reasons. the most important one being, my future.

i wouldnt let my big ego and rashness get in the way and crush the more important things in life than my wounded pride.

i think its the same in working life. dont think there are many people in the world, who get the luxury of being in a comfort zone where nobody hurts their ego and pride and they get to lash back at people who try to bring them down. the people who get to do so, must have gone through a lot of shit to get in that position, or are plain lucky to be born in rich families or in powerful positions. even if you are in such position, as a boss or billionaire or president or whatever it is, there will always be people whom you have to give in to and suck up your crushed ego.

my point here is that, it's one thing to stand up for yourself, and another thing to be a fool.

i am not saying that whenever somebody treats you like crap, you should suck it up. i am just saying that occasional shit your boss gives you every now and then just because he's frustrated and not thinking right and would probably forget in an hour later, should be sucked up and forgotten. it's one thing to defend youself, another thing to defend your rice bowl.

a lot of people are stuck in jobs which they dont like, stuck in positions where their dignity and pride were compromised, but still remain stuck with a lil wounded ego. for the important reasons which makes the world go round. money/salary/benefits/advantages they would gain to suck it all up and compromise a bit of their ego.

so whenever you are put in a position fueled with resentment towards authoritative people and compromising a your dignity a lil, just take it lightly and remember that a lil bit of silence, goes a long way. few steps down the road, when the boss gives you a raise or promotion, remember to pat yourself on the back and buy yourself something to reward yoursekf for sucking it up the other time instead of lashing back and losing your job there and then.

as the cantonese saying goes, '' ngoi qing mm ho yi dong fan sik'' which simply means that love cannot bring rice to the table and doesnt make the world go round. same goes to your ego, pride and dignity.

money and power makes the world go round, your big ego brings you nowhere. whether you like it or not.


no hard feelings kayy? *smiles*



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on a lighter note,

i'm so happy cause the tangles in my hair miraculously disappeared. *smiles*

had been having this stubborn annoying lil ball of tangles at the back of my hair for like a few months now and been doing everything i can to untangle it without resorting to cutting away my precious long hair which i had been keeping for the longest time ever. i dont know how it happened, but after i washed my hair just now with conditioner and all like i usually do, and left it to dry naturally without even combing it, somehow the tangles disappeared!!! =D

*all smiles, giggles, twirls around, runs fingers through long hair smoothly*


*grins*
goodnight peeps.

love, viv.

F*cked up

is when you sleep at 6am
and wake no earlier than 2pm
almost everyday

is when you cant be disciplined enough
to drag yourself to class in the morning
even though its just three days a week

is when you spend you days
slacking and doing nothing
and still feel so fatigue and tired

is when you have a ton of things to do
and issues to settle
yet still waste your life away

is when you hate how fat and ugly you are
yet still stuff your face with fat foods
and not be motivated to start dieting

is when you hate how your life is becoming
yet do nothing about it

is when you cant be motivated enough to work
though you have the perfect 5hour decent job
paying what others earn in 40odd hours

is when you just dont seem to care bout everything
or be affected by anything
anymore

is when you complain bout how
monotonous your life is
despite it being so eventful

is when you cant be bothered
to even talk to your family nor go home anymore
to even spend time bonding with your loved friends

is when you have no motivation, no passion
no ambition, no discipline, in your life
and no drive to change the way things are

is when you dont even know
who you are..
where you're heading...
what you want out of your life...

yeap. hi.

WELCOME to my fucked up life
*grins*

p/s: am not emo. just thinking bout how fcked up my life has became and how meaningless it is becoming. urgh. someone knock me out of these nonsense.

frustrated

over-editted picture of yours truly =) but i like ~

its the time of the month again, and i am frustrated. every single thing seems to get on my nerves. like when brainless morons call early in the morning with random unknown numbers and ASK ME WHO I AM. WTF. you dont call someone and ask the person who he/she is. and i barely just fell asleep, hence i was extra annoyed. and he seemed to not get it and kept calling again and again. f his life. pleasepleaseplease PLEASE DO NOT CALL ME EARLY IN THE MORNING, or before 2pm, for NO APPARENT REASON.

everybody knows i'm extra cranky in the morning.

only if its really important and really urgent like if someone i love is locked up in jail/ admitted into ER (choy!), or for good reasons like i won 1millionUSD jackpot or if some filthy rich man wants to marry/ splurge on me right away. the reason can wait, so do WAIT.

even the AC in my room not cold enough also seem to kao kao annoy me. okay laa, its not HOT, its just not COLD despite being at its fullest already. fml. and tons of mosquitos in the house cause apparently i 'forgotten' to close the windows last evening. plus, i got no mosquito repellents nor sprays. fml.

i'm like seriously frustrated. especially sexually. everyone knows that women are horniest when they are menstruating. okay laa, not ALL women. i suppose most virgins wont feel horny when they are menstruating since they dont know how good sex makes them feel anyway, no? but sexually active women with high libido do. being deprived of sexual satisfaction and big O's does not help either.

i am starting to think that mood swings related to periods are actually due to sexual frustration. not much of period itself cause having period isnt that hard to deal with. but being deprived of big O's and sexual satisfaction is.

okay la, you still can have sex during your period. but the whole mess, blood all over, and high risk of std? no thanks. i suppose i wont die if i wait another week. but do expect emotional breakdowns and lots of mood swings.

all i do all day is sleep in late, wake up, munch on dark chocs, online and watch tv, read womens' mags on tips to achieve the big O and then, get even more sexually frustrated by reading erotic stories/blogs and not being able to get it off. SIGH.

on a happier note, it gives me a reason to have back massages to ease the soreness in my lower back during period. reason to hog the massage chair all day! reason to do nothing all day! maybe its just pure laziness speaking =)




on a random note, been reading some erotic blogs lately, and i stumbled upon one particular blog which made me change my perspective on a lot of things. like one-night-stand phenomenon/ win-win arrangements and gold-digging culture.

warning: explicit/ controversial content. not meant for the faint hearted, narrow minded and shallow morons.

first of all, i am NOT in any way encouraging vice activities and indulging in sexual acts, prostitution and whoring out your body for materialistic things. if you choose to read, do read with an open mind, if not, goodbye and leave. thankyouverymuch.

lets face it. this is no longer the 60s where pre-marital sex is frowned upon and offenders are drown by villagers in pig cages or tied up in trees where fellow villagers curse and stone them to death.

sex is like.... um, alcohol? some people drink, some dont. it is a choice. those who drink get an extra high out of life, while those who dont, well, dont lose anything anyway. alcohol spices up your life, without it, your life is just plain mundane dull and boring. the same works for sex. it is accepted as long as you are old enough to have sex, or to drink in this case, as long as there is mutual consent between the adults and as long you do enjoy it responsibly. nobody, except the narrow-minded, will take offense. this is 2010, sex is so common and no longer a taboo where virgin brides are almost extinct!

those who are still saving yourselves for marriage? good for you. but are you sure that your future spouse will do the same? for all you know, your future husband was going on a fuck marathon banging willing girls all the way while you sit home depriving yourself of YEARS of pleasures and convince yourself that you will find an awesome virgin husband. and for the virgin boys who sit home hoping you'll one day score a good lil virgin girl? she had the head start and was in ecstasy having orgasms and having her desires, needs and fantasies fulfilled.

so live life to the fullest! but that's not my point.

if you are going to have sex with someone, might as well get the most out of it.

if you are there is chemistry between you and the gorgeous guy who is sexually attracted to you, AND he has the means and is willing to provide financial assistance, why not??

i am not saying that you should compromise or make 'beneficial arrangements' prior to the good time, or roughly said as, 'negotiating the price'. sex should be for mutual enjoyment and pleasures and there shouldnt be elements of force, coercion, undue influence or materialistic expectations. any extra bonus, other than achieving the big O, is solely up to two adult's discretion.

note this! there is a fine line between having sex for the money and getting money for the sex.

when you have sex for the money, money is your main concern and you are in a way selling yourself. this is how prostitutes work, they give sex (complimentary) in exchange for the money. like when someone pays you to do something, you are COMPELLED and OBLIGATED to help him.

getting money for sex is totally different because sex is your main concern. the financial assistance is complimentary. its like a token of appreciation for the good time. like when you tip a waiter for her impeccable service. the tip is complimentary for the service. offering money for sex is where you feel satisfied and appreciate the girl that you buy her gifts or give her financial assistance for more practical reasons.


makes more sense? give you two seconds to digest.








one.








two.







okay. say, if you are put in a position where you do go home with that someone, and the next day, he offers you money, enough for your rent, monthly expenses and two extra pairs of shoes. why not? honestly, when i was younger, i have been offered 'assistance' and 'gifts', but i took offense and felt offended by the gesture cause i did not want to feel like i whored myself out. but if you do read the blog and try and think rationally instead of flipping, you would think ' why not? '.


girls let their boyfriends/suitors/admirers/husbands buy them dinners and buy them gifts, whether little or expensive ones, in return of their 'love', commitment, time, sex or whatever reasons it is. it is acceptable because it just IS THE WAY THINGS ARE. so why is it not okay to let the guy who fucked you last night take you shopping and buy that expensive gucci you were dying for.

you see, even if feminists fight for womens' equality, liberation, independence and what nots, we still love men to pamper us. it just is the way things are. we want to be able to go out and work and have equal rights with our male counterparts and have our opinions heard and not have people being gender biased or discriminate us. but then, at the end of the day, we still want men to protect us, still want men to bring home the bread, still want men to love and pamper us. after all, we are the ones who are making the babies aren't we?

so why is our conservative community so defensive when it comes to girls accepting 'assistance' and 'tips' offered to them by men who appreciate the 'good times' they shared? if you do think about it rationally, it is very much similar aint it?

of course, accepting someone's gift doesnt compel you to do anything at all if you dont want to in the first place. but if you did have a good time with that someone with little expectations, and he DOES initiate/ offers to pay your rents and fuel your shopping needs, why not? think of it this way, you deserved it.

perks of being a female.


i mean, its okay for waiters to accept tips from patrons who appreciate their service. why is it not okay for women to accept tips from studs who appreciate their sensuality and femininity?


people who are defensive with this whole gold digging culture are the ugly and those who have not been lucky enough to be 'appreciated', and those who are poor to not be able to afford to 'appreciate' good times this way. and those who are just cannot get the hang of it and plain stubborn and refuse to digest the fact that this is how the world revolves, like it or not.

you dont see the beneficiaries complaining, dont you?

the world is unfair. suck it up people.


love, viv.

2010, please go away.

2010 is definitely the worst year in my entire 20 years of life. bad things seem to happen to me again and again.

1st jan 2010 kickstarted very badly where i met with a terrible car accident and my car was totalled.

now again. met with an accident just now. domino effect kind of thing where this stupid lorry emergency braked and the car in front of me braked and i braked and the car behind me braked that kind of crap. apparently the brakes weren't too efficient plus i panicked and crashed into the car in front and was sandwiched by the car behind.

am alright though. just terrible shaken and feeling uber horrible over everything which has happened. from the crash, to having someone else take my blame, to causing so much trouble to other people and everything.

fuck my life. perhaps 2010 just isn't my year.

please make all this bad spell end. =(

of desperation

am feeling uber horrible right now having all sorts of things goin on in my head.

i was about to sleep when i pulled up the comforters to realise that they are wet. while i wondered why it was wet, i took the comforter out to remind myself to bring it for dry-cleaning tomorrow. and when i came back, i saw the OTHER comforter wet with fresh piss!!!

apparently toytoy pee-ed on both the comforters and left a trail of paw prints on the bed sheets, when there are pee pads on the floor!! after i picked him back from hotel and he was like this estranged dog. he dug up stuff from the rubbishbin and chewed on the tissues and what nots leaving them scattered all over the floor. i had a lonnnggg day, and this is what i get from him.

he is no longer a puppy. a grown one and a half year old dog already. and yet he still doesnt know his manners and limits. forever acting like a mad puppy. sigh.

its shitty things like these which makes me so frustrated and i am so desperate and emotional right now. like i've never been before.

here i am, fighting like mad to keep this goddamn dog while nobody seems to support this decision. sacrificing sooooo much just for the dog. and spending approximately 700-1k per month on the fuckin dog's expenses when i could have gave him up instead of spending all my hard-earned money to keep him.

here i am. fighting to make ends meet and work things out when the odds are against us. this is what i get. fml.

when the daddy left me with him, i made a conscious decision to keep him because i felt responsible. how far can responsibility bring me with this dog? it was my choice to keep him. but how long more can i hold on?

sometimes i just wished that someone else truly cared for toytoy the way i do. so that i get a break from all these once in awhile. because it really is tough raising one hell of a dog alone.

sometimes i wished that there was someone who would hug me and tell me its alright whenever i break down due to frustration and desperation of raising the dog.

nobody wants to raise a child alone, neither does anyone wants to raise a dog alone. but sometimes we are left with no choice. i just want a shoulder to lean on once awhile, is it too much to ask? =/

i used to think that keeping the dog would make me feel less lonely, but the truth is that, the dog has made me feel even more lonely than i ever felt before.

sometimes i do wish that i was more cold hearted and irresponsible like how his daddy is. then i would have just let go and not have to cry over his little misbehaviours and go through all these shit alone.

when i look at him everyday and be reminded of his daddy, i have big doubts if the decision to keep him was right. i do wonder how life would be, had i gave him up.

perhaps we never made to be? perhaps keeping him might not be the right decision after all?

desperation makes people do things they will regret. but please give me the strength to hold on. because i promised, i will never ever give him up no matter what happens.

='(

future lawyers my ass.

awesome choc for mood boost. and this shit is seriously addictive!

uni reopened. and my lecture timetable is perfect. =) no 9am classes. yay! without ungodly 8am/9am classes, there is no need to wake up 2hours prior to beat the traffic and crap like that. yay!!! in fact, monday and wednesdays start at 10, while tuesday and thursdays start at 2pm!!! wooottt =D

just when i thought that this academic year would be great, ah. things come crashing.

i'm just so annoyed with the kiasu-ness and selfishness of some fellow coursemates. we have online registration system whereby priority is given to final year students, then third year, and so on.

compulsary courses are a breeze but fighting for your electives/minors is a pain in the ass. when final year students and fellow third year coursemates start 'booking' and holding on to electives for their 'buddies' and juniors, this is when it gets REALLY irritating. whats the point of giving priority to seniors to choose electives first, when in the end, it really is a race of kiasu-ness.

seriously. just take whatever you want/need. and leave it. quit booking and holding on the limited places for electives for the juniors. if everyone else can wait till their rightful turn to register for their courses, why cant they?

friends, even mum is telling me to go with the 'trend' and get seniors to book electives for me. fuck it la. this whole ' if you cant beat them, join them '' mentality seriously gets on my nerves. if everyone starts going with the flow, why dont we stop having laws and rules and whatever system to govern us since no one follows it anyway?

fuck it. you people are future lawyers acting like immature idiots afraid of running last in a rat race, perghh. future lawyers my ass.

oh. and our tutorials registration system. briefly, it is done manually whereby there are about 8-9 tutorial classes of different time slots to choose from and normally lecturers tryyy to do it in the fairest way possible. usually done randomly where students are given queue numbers and are expected to follow their queue in choosing their classes. of course, if you are unlucky, you will most probably end up with no choice but odd unwanted time slots. too bad then but that's life aint it?

what really annoyed me today was when some jokers started jumping the queue/ asking people to book places for them, and other smarty pants start to write/book/register time slots for their friends. again. kiasu, selfish, irritating and childish.

if everyone else can wait for their turn, why cant you?!!?

EVERYONE wants the 'nicer', 'more convenient' time slots. so stop being hypocrites by saying you say you want fair random procedures while you quietly plotting away with some other joker to make a fool out of the others who wait in their queue.

when really, you are just afraid that you will lose out if it were 'first come first served' basis. future lawyers my ass.

at the end of the day, everyone is selfish and afraid of losing out. stop acting like you are 'oh-so-innocent' and 'just-wanna-protect-yourself-from-being bullied'.

i still will NOT succumb to peer pressure of jumping the queue.

if you cant even be true to yourself and follow SIMPLE rules and procedures like this to be 'fair' to other people, i think you should drop out of law school and quit dreaming of fighting for 'justice' for other people because you cant even be fair to your coursemates.

if while you read this, you're thinking i'm just a naive lil girl who doesnt know how to play tactics to survive this unfair world, well fuck you. lets see who gets to the end then.

yes, i am obviously very pissed. future lawyers my ass. puii!! every year during registration, i am amused. with how these jokers make fools out of themselves.

being complete disgrace while potraying the true meaning of selfishness and kiasu-ness. *rolls eyes*

ah well.


xoxo, viv.

malaysian tipping culture

honestly, i rarely leave any tips other than loose change behind. except if the service is really REALLY good, i'ld probably leave another dollar or two but nothing more than a five.

if there's something i have noticed from working in the beverage industry, i would say that malaysians rarely give tokens of appreciation to the services provided. i mean since an additional 10% service tax is billed, people dont really find the need to tip anymore.

working to provide service is quite a pain. really. thanks to impatient angry customers and those who have oh-so-many-requests-and-needs. of course, they might be thinking, damn, ''i'm paying you people 10-freaking-% to do me simple jobs.'' (mind you, in our industry, 10% isnt just rm20 or so. the service charges itself does come up to rm200 or more).

if you dont know yet, not the entire 10% service charge is given back to the floor staff and those who provide you service. maybe only 20% of the service charges is divided among the staff, excluding those who work part time. mind you, i'm not a waitress, and i'm not part of the floor staff. and yet, i have to provide as much service, if not more, than what they do.

malaysians' idea of tipping generally is simply about "leaving the change". probably not taking the blue notes and coins. of course, it is JUST a token of appreciation. even a smile or a 'thank-you' can be considered as a tip.

when working to provide services, it is always ALWAYS nice to have the customers smile and thankyou for your service. especially when its peak hour and the service might be unsatisfactory, its ALWAYS nice to have the customers smile and say 'its okay, i understand' whenever you apologise instead of have them SCOLDING you for no apparent reason.

whenever i get scolded for something which isnt my fault, i would simply just walk away. wouldnt even waste my breath trying to explain to idiots. i mean, if you expect EXCELLENT service and people wiping your shoes every step you take, well, FUCK YOU. your fucking 10% service charge doesnt mean that much to me. idiots who threaten to not come again? well fuck them. because our place certainly doesnt need patrons like them.

its common sense to know that you cannot expect the best service during peak hours. like during mega sales, do you REALLY expect the promoters and workers to provide you great service? if you hate queueing up for the changing room or fighting with other excited shoppers over items being thrown out in a basket, dont go and shop during the sales. as simple as that. even a five year old understands that concept. =.=

if you want to get the most out of your money's worth, do not ever, EVER attempt to try to get it when the place is crowded and you KNOW that you wont get it. yet INSIST on it. kinda annoys me to the max when customers blame us for the slow service and crap like that. makes me wanna poke at their eyeballs and ask them if they can see how crowded it is and how busy everyone else is. urgh.

anyway, back to what i was saying about tipping.

not so sound like an ungrateful bitch, and i'm not trying to say that a smile or a thankyou does not convey your appreciation, but people who work or have worked in the service industry would know how much a REAL tip means to them.

i have met all kinds of people from all walks of life. but more about that some other time. different people have different perspectives when it comes to tipping. doesnt mean that all malaysians are very 'kiam siap' (kedekut), or stingy to part with a bit of their money as a token of appreciation.

there are rich people out there who dont mind paying thousands for a night out, and yet wouldnt even leave a dollar note for the waiters who tended to their every need. there are funny people who would complain about how expensive our items are and yet, tip MORE than what they paid for their drinks. some would take all the change left behind, even the coins and every cent left behind but smile very sincerely and thank you. most people just leave their small change behind. some pull out another ten or twenty and press it into your hands while they shake your hand and thank you for providing great service.

ah well. people.

so next time you eat out, or take a cab, or get a hair-cut or manicure, or even just having the house-keeping people send fresh clean sheets and soft pillows to your hotel room, do remember to smile and say thankyou. and if you're generous enough, leave a small tip. unless the service really sucks for no apparent reason, except the fact that the staff themselves are fucked up, go ahead and screw them. if not, think twice.

a smile (and a small tip) goes a long way in making someone's day.







p/s: okay. so i was tipped very very generously last night. not gonna disclose the amount here, but lets just say it was enough for a new pair of adidas sneakers =)