practically shop lifting

I had such a good time just now! I've returned home with an empty wallet, 2 bags of under-priced and super fashionable, old but brand new great pieces and a huge smile on my face. 

For myself, i think i shop best with just old jeans and a large sweater on. I'm over the moon now. Bye! 

oh how we grew up and older

                                                             
                                                      tea house - cameron highlands 2004

 -all do serious face.
 -i say serious face

-stop laughing Yen! wack u~~~

-serious face.

-OK, now can smile, hey hey~

god's playing me

remember my 20.000 story.
well, today i was again handed more money than supposed by the tour agency again and i had to correct them again. wtf right.
at least i took my rightful amount and will never step into that office again. nasty thoughts no more.

What Men Live By

I am thinking about this collection of short stories and i remember that i didn't know what is a ruble and kopeek. i was 12 whn i read for the first time " What Men Live By " by Leo Tolstoi (funny name i had thought) and it got me glued and totally absorbed for 8 pages and even though i didn't recognize some of the bombastic words for a 12 year old, i remember could feel every emotion and godly lesson Leo taught. Even though the enlightenment wasn't very vivid as i was still a child and didn't know much about life and people I would feel this sense of being human living in a world where all happiness are expressed and all poverty n sadness stay well-hidden. I would finish reading the rest of the other short-stories in that book and i would close the book and lay on my bed still pondering on what men live by, thinking deep searching for the hidden meaning of those heavy sentences. i must have read it another 3/4 times throughout my teenage years and it gets more meaningful each time. whenever i catch the sight of this book, my heart melts a little.

See how life can be. Maybe it was destiny as i am now in the land of rubles n kopeeks and my heart skipped a beat as i realize how fate turned out for me. This is a gift from god.

gleefully dumb.

who wouldn't love a dose of her?

i am no butterfly

Butterflies, hop flower to flower, give them attention and time, take sweetness  in exchange, doesn't leave a print,
but i am no butterfly, i fail in this social game.

angel fights evil.

tour agency's suppose to return me about 1000 rubles for the single last day that we didn't spent in Egypt.
5 minutes ago, i went to claim the money and the assistant of the tour agent innocently handed me a big stack of 1000 notes and said here's your 20,000, please count. she was ready to write a receipt. I held the money, confused but my jaw had dropped to the floor. It took me 2 seconds to hand the money back. as i held the money for 2 seconds,here's exactly what i thought in order : take n go and spend it in ZARA-the things i saw..oh!god bless me.., i'll never walk along this road again, did i give them my address? i think not, she knows i live nearby thou, what will happen to the girl who is rightful of the money, i actually don't need this much, i was happy knowing i'll have my 1000 back, this is wrong, my parents taught me well, good to those who do good, don't cheat, pity this lady, she'll be screwed, might loose her job.

And i gave the money back, and lady's face turned red. She was really really thankful.