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chinatown tit-bits

two days ago, my dearest yemeni friend asked me for a favor. to help him shop for imitation goodies. despite being too tired from a month of non-proper sleep, i went (given rm900 cash to shop? of course i would!) we went to china town, the purpose of him dragging me there was because i'm local. fair enough. the weather was being so kind to me, after a month of nearly hell weather and rain dropped less than 5 minutes every 2 weeks, hello city, i missed you! we took the lrt to pasar seni, i used to go there for my tuition 10 years ago, surprisingly, the same old beggar is still there, alive, wound healed, and looks better i must say. but still begging. i had bad experience in china town once upon a time, took my dad's japanese friends, they were looking for rolex, bargained and suddenly decided not to buy. the mean chinese seller threw a fit at us. i was expecting that to happen again but the stalls that we went, there were all nice or maybe i was just too friendly. i'm not sure. while we waited for the gucci tote bag to arrived, i had almost an hour talk with the workers there. at first they told me they are not malaysian, but after building rapport, they decided to tell me the truth. most of them are from rural sabah area. earned about rm2k per month with no string attached. one of them told me that, he used to work under a guy who controlled him but he managed to get away from that. i couldn't help to wonder, why can't he work at the mall or somewhere else, apparently this work is better. suddenly, 3 dbkl officers came to the stall and started to look around, checking out the LV purses, took some and left. the worker turned around, and whispered to me, that his boss pay these "government" officers monthly and they can just take whatever they like. after one conversation to another, i started to feel like, i'm the one who sells the imitation GUCCI as the passer-by stares blankly at me. then, the worker asked me about what i do for living, " you pernah potong badan orang ka? " somehow the conversation leads to circumcision topic. the other two workers were excited because they wanted to get it done but they don't know how, where and how much would it cost. surprisingly, they knew the benefits more than other highly educated people that i've known. i gained wonderful experience by talking to them. at least i know, what kind of life they are living. finally the gucci bag that we ordered arrived. we then make a move, as i passed by the other stalls, i noticed that the workers there are good looking i mean seriously very good looking! smart business tactics.

i swear i saw guys who look like daniel cloud selling imitation LV there!!

Issue

I have issue, with people who like to tell the whole world about the minor good deeds that they did. I mean, you don't do one-page blog or write a status on facebook about you consoling a crying kid beside the road and bought for him/her food. Seriously? I rather have pot-head friend than this kind of people in my life. So yeah, I have issue.

Two days ago, I watched a malay movie on astro “kayangan” about a prince who has a bitchy girlfriend fell for a goody kampung girl. One scene that disturbed me was when the kampung girl helped blind man cross the road. If they are trying to convey that by helping a blind man cross the road, she’s a good-hearted person, then think again. Well, EVERYONE DOES THAT!! While watching the movie, I thought to myself, I met various kinds of people in my life. The best thing is the Omen-est respect the elderly, help the needy, donates, etc etc. & the most pious one doesn’t. So how do we classify a good person then? By what they did/do or what they are?

Some people claims that they are gifted with the “eye”, they can see things that normal people couldn’t. It’s a curse not a gift. I don’t know if everyone has it but I have the other kind of “eye”. I know who’s good or bad just by talking to them. I know who has a pure good heart and who has black black heart. For me, it’s a gift. Mind you, I don’t delete bad-hearted person or refused to be friend with them. I like to observe people’s character, the way they think so I don’t mind being friends with them but I keep my distance.

Good is subjective now.

valentine's

after almost a year of not blogging (by words i mean), after being inspired by my v, after having few sips of good davidoff coffee, after doing some laundry, after ignoring my sis's annoying cat, after listening to bebel gilberto, i decided to blog.

let's start with valentine's. yesterday i tried to recall, what i did during valentine's for the last 4 years but i couldn't. a good reason to have a blog, to remind yourself, i started to browse february of each year and i noticed that i never get to celebrate v-day even when i was in a relationship. strange eh? anyway, here's the recap

2006

i made this for my groupmates when i was in russia, i don't remember what i wrote but should be a good quote.

2007

Me & Izz had our first breakfast before his flight, watched astro the whole day, dinner with my family.

2008

None

2009

None

2010

i made this for my closest friends. all self-captured pictures, i don't have adobe photoshop in my mac so i used microsoft word to do everything.