I've got to watch out for my intake of alcohol. I realised that when I puked my brains out (I can still taste the vivid sting of the vomit and the putrid stink) and had the entire toilet smell of vomit. This lady looked at me, eyebrows frowned and had a downward curve on her lips and said, 'Aw! Sick?'

Before she left me and Jo, with me, cleaning up the mess (I would say that for a drunk person, I'm quite responsible. I even cleaned the floor and toilet bowl before I left the cubicle. Okay, wtf.) and drying my dress from the washing of the handsoap with water, she imparted us with a very valuable lesson:

Beer then liquor, makes you sicker.
Liquor then beer, have no fear

'Trust me,' she said 'I'm in my 30s now'. Then she left with a laugh, not before trying to convince us that we should never ever drink tequila again. I gasped when she told us, 'Stay away from tequila'. 'BUT TEQUILA'S MY FAVOURITE!' I half yelled at her.


While I sobered up, I was thinking about how I would have reacted in the same situation. If I would actually impart my lifeskills to a teenager who had just puked her brains out. I'm not sure if I would even be sympathetic towards the teenager. I would just scoff at that person and laugh because she can't hold her alcohol well.


It kind of questioned me as a human being. If I would actually be that kind, open and generous to another stranger.

Of course, I would definitely share my soap with another person if she didn't bring hers (and I did, while I was bathing after beach) but would I go, 'You know, the next time you don't bring it, you can always make soap from leaves!' and then go on and explain to her the procedures of making soap, just so that in case she forgets to bring soap again, she can just pluck leaves from an angsana tree.



I've got no qualms letting my seat to someone else. If only that person deserves it more than I do.

For example, yesterday. I was on the train, travelling towards Cityhall to meet D when I saw this elderly couple walking into the train.

Well, I only saw the elderly woman's face but not the other one so I had no idea how old this ah pek was. I figured, aiya, this old people so ancient, might as well let them sit lest they break into pieces in attempt to fight against inertia.


Imagine my surprise when I tapped on the old man to offer him my seat. He was definitely around 80 years old, with huge case of wrinkles and all that. Boy, was I glad to offer him my seat. I don't know why it's so therapeutic to let an old person have your seat but I think I should start up an organisation to let old people have seats, you feel SUPER DUPER good. I think it's cus of the good karma building up.


Aside from all the 'letting elderly people sit' organisation nonsense, I would like to say that I would definitely have NO issues giving up my seat to people like them. There are some old farts who think that they deserve the seat just because they're old and wrinkly. Apparently not since nobody even bothers to give up their seat for you.

I wouldn't mind giving up my land of hot, warmed seat to people who say 'THANK YOU' and give a genuine smile upon sitting down.

Don't ever expect a 'thank you' from an auntie. They're probably the most irritating bunch of women I've ever seen.

MRT door haven't even open already stand right infront of the door. With their powerful radar of being able to spot an empty seat, they'd run for their dear lives, just to land their damn butts onto a seat, only to alight at the next stop. I think they take life too seriously. TOO SERIOUSLY, damnit.


Alright, I'm off to pack up to go over to the beach and play some volleyball!



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