stand up, my bag is more important than your dumb fat ass.

why MUST people put my bag down on the floor?
just because they have no place to sit!?

that doesn't mean they can put MY BAG ON THE FLOOR!!!

have you ever thought ever the bag travels?

especially a girl's bag. they go everywhere with them.
and they place it everywhere!!!!

grossssss~~~

they go to the loo, and they leave it on the counter top.
and FYI the cleaners uses that ONE MOP to MOP everything,
from the floor to the toilet bowl.
so now your bag touched the toilet literally.

then when they go out they leave it on the floor.
god knows who's shoe stepped on what and stepped on that floor.
even if it's carpeted... actually especially when it's carpeted.
at lease the tiles, they mop.

and when they go home. they leave the bag on the kitchen counter,
dinning table. where your food is made and served.
GROOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSS~~~

then... the ultimate grotesque is when they finally leave in on the bed.

LIKE EWWWWWWWWW!!!

so... whoever that place my bag on the floor deserves a BIG KICK!
i dun care if you have to stand up. or at least have the courtesy to pass it to me!
not the FLOOR. fucker!

first impression

i think i am somehow,
erm easily forgotten.
*and oh boy i thought i posted this since 19.09.08 but i didn't...*

like i don't have a good face.
or no esthetic feature that will leave a mark at people's mind.
i am "DORY" to people's memory.

while friends back in hong kong are busy attending social events.
one of my friend was shocked that her friend who used to work for roland mouret,
remembers him,
and they go a long way back.

but a simple reason why roland mouret,
such a prominent figure would remember a minion to the fashion industry.

they had a huge argument before.
the slave, yelling at the master.

perfect embodiment to the mind.

hence from now onwards,
people i am going to meet for the first time.
i will either slap, kiss, embrace, step on his/her feet, yell at or something wacky,
just so i leave a footprint in his/her mind.

and he/she can have a tale to tell.
hahahaha.

you have been warned. dear strangers.
either way you'll love me long time.

happiness is meant to be shared

it was a simple reunion.

of a simple small group of 8.

good conversations.
mostly nonsenses. haha.

i am glad at least with the college mates we didn't drifted that far apart.
(we sooooooooo rarely talk already T_T)

at least we can still communicate.
(everything, anything, from design, feng sui to our shopping addictions to life to politics)

regardless where we have been in the past few years.
(tokyo, australia, spain, london, hong kong, paris, berlin etc)

it was a good catch up to see everyone so successful in their own fields.
(interior, mass communication, fashion, graphic)

and of cause some people don't change much.
(like some who always leave without paying her meals)

instead of being a little envious with their achievements,
i am actually really happy for them.
and that's a first. haha.

finally. the end of the one way street.

time flies.
if we were together it could possibly be our 2nd anniversary end of next month.

that's a big huge IF.

instead, i had a heart to heart talk early this morning with him.

heh.
like really early.

just as what someone said earlier this month to me,
give someone else a chance in your life.

if it was meant to be with him,
don't you think it would have happened already.

all this while i was in denial,
maybe it's just not time yet,
for us, to be together.

haha.
silly.

i think instead of tearing us apart.
it actually brought us closer together as friends.

and finally even tho it's a fruitless utterly...
in this case scribbling of words,
you finally know that i don't just like you,
but i love you.

and always will.
even tho we'll always be just friends.

body gesture

so kiuts.
i just love the simple little gesture, body language?

ever notice that recently,
a lot of people, cashiers to be exact,

when they return your change, its with two hands?
and the left is usually on the bottom of the right,
while the right is holding the change la.

so korean ala style of handling/passing something over,
returning something.

so nice.

it was just recently right?

like they way malay salam.

totally kiuts!

isn't that nice

imagine that,
once in a while,
someone random,
comes up to you with a smile,
and asks you, if you are alright~?

well since i am sorta of back in blogging.

the current intro tag line is a little off track.

so i was thinking what to write.

since i no longer want to have a face on the blog.

and want to keep it simple. clean... almost empty.

i have absolutely no idea.

but it should be about me, naturally.

so let's talk about my birthday.

that only makes sense...

minimal info but strong enough.

11 March, 25 years ago was a friday.

and a friday's child is loving and giving.

no wonder i don't receive much.

damnit. i want to be the receiving end!!!

i am a joy to everyone around me?
my natural kindness shines through???

really meh!?

i am... that giving? hooo hooo... depends to who.
gives joy to people... mmm... izzit???
kindness shines through? hahahahahahahahahas!!!

where did that kid go to. LOL.

some sign of aging

after more than a week of miss little paris (the ibook) decided to be ill,
perhaps terminally.
i have been badly deprived of the internet. properly.

since the phone can only do so minimal. and naturally i was lazy to figure out what or how else i could maximize it's usage. plus i had so much i wanted to write about.

tho, amazingly, here i am sitting in a horrid cyber cafe, my mind goes blank. like, white sheets of paper. not that i have a writers' block. i don't write properly to begin with, i just forgotten what all the fuss was about me coming into a cyber cafe.

... omg. what was it that i wanted to crap here!?
all the way here for nuts. i swear sometimes i simply amuse myself being silly.

*edited after 2 and the half hours later*

the package here is 3 hours for rm5. so, i wasted 3 hours here doing nothing but staring at the screen. browsing. and then i remembered, i wanted to rant about aging. like omfg. didn't the title like reminded me of it?

here's the thing, you will never feel that you are old, or grown up, turned matured when there are people your age or that you chill with people whom are just more matured than yourself.

however, lately i have been chilling with... kids, well not kids kids, but lads who are at least 8 years younger than myself. yes sure i've dated a 16yo when i was 22 but that's not the point here.

the point is i simply feel... OLD. damn it!

and they grow up way faster than you can say merdeka.

somehow perhaps it's because i envy them, being in a different generation where things are more settled down. part of me hated my generation, no doubt i like the year i was born in, sounding very chinese posh. but i detest the happenings in my time.

i blame the genes and the generation issues.

i see these younger generations much luckier than i am. better cell phones, cars and knowledge about life in total. perhaps it's only the bright side of life which has not included fending for themselves, and they have yet to suffer the real life itself that i see in them... then some are like telling me that they own boutiques... -_-

there's that urge to be better. which is good. but there's also that feeling where i am just tired of comparing all together and just want to run far far away from all this materialistic possessions.

like i say i envy them for that. regardless of how lucky i am already compared to others. i am only human, with a green eye monster in me.

now this is a rant so sue me if it doesn't make any sense. it's not suppose to anyways.