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There was Lamebook. There was FML.
Now there's PhotoshopDisasters.
That's it, I'm saving up for my own laptop. Love will be bought at the next IT show.
P.S. I went for an early dinner with a guy who's in the military (yeah I guess I got sick of the civil servants) and he let slip that his take home is 3.9k and that's 3x more than his friends of the same age who are working with Cisco.
P.P.S. When Abang Gee (one of my fav waiters at one of my fav places) came with the bill of $16.40, he took out $20 to pay. As a test, I fished out $10, and passed it to him. He looked at it and then looked as if he was going to tell me to keep it. But he didn't, he took it anyway. And the change of $3.60? He kept that.
P.P.P.S. Am I being a bitch here? Maybe I am. I did have chicken cutlet while he had prata. And I did somehow flirt my way to making him take me out. Also! I wore one of my kurangajar lowcut tops, but he was visibly directing his attention elsewhere. Trying not to be rude maybe?
In the car back, he tells me that sometimes he goes out on a date with an old friend, who is someone's wife. Alarm bells should be ringing, but I can be partially deaf.
So what do we want in life? Money and stability. Or love and sanity.
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