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When watching movies or TV series have you ever wondered the age of the characters? because I'm curious liddat and got very bothered with the lack of information addressing the matter. Some characters say Jack Peralta or Barney Stinson or Rory Gilmore did got assigned their fictional age, but a lot of characters in drama does not have one. Like in Friends. it was hinted that Ross,Joey,Chandler, Monica, Phoebe,Rachel were all supposedly living as 20-somethings in NYC - but twenty what exactly? Why I need to know? Well I think that's important in storytelling for realistic reasons but also I'm interested to draw comparison between my life experiences & accomplishments at given point of time with the 'life' narration of these characters'. Recently I watched Blood Diamond (for the umpteenth time) starred by Leonardo Dicaprio as Danny Archer, an orphan taken in by military contractors and molded to become some cunning mercenary then turned solo arms dealer cum diamonds smuggler profiting from conflicts in war-torn countries, just all round badass,and Danny Archer was 31 in the story. So I went “Damn son 31 and have gone through that shit tonne of badassery, such an eventful life. Mine looks dead pale in comparison. ”

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Food is part of cultural experience in the sense that flavors, as much as sights and sounds speak volumes about the nuances of local ways, hence it makes perfect sense for one to sample traditional delicacies when visiting new places. Simplistic example are like how Japanese delicate yet perfectionist mannerism is reflected in its execution of dishes with mild and subtle flavors, how expressive and colorful Indian culture is a personification of their punchy spices and flavorsome cuisine, and how middle eastern penchant for festivities are depicted by generous servings of food. So I was struck by a thought; What will the new food culture that consumerism force onto us today says about us in hindsight? I'm disturbed by the emerging trend which glorify oversized dessert like milkshake in a giant mug (it's a jug!) topped with cream plus sugary treats, laden with syrup, with a finishing touch that looks like someone just spilled bucketload of sugary stuff on them. “Oh, this looks like a perfectly reasonable portion according to the RDI and food pyramid yums!” said no one ever. I struggled to see the appeal in downing that much of sweetness, but maybe the hook lies partly is in the looks- instagram generation love a food that looks nice on the gram regardless of the actual taste.Many more kinds of sweet servings with 'extra' presentations as gimmick now flood the market, becoming viral via socmeds, encouraging people to indulge themselves without in considering health implictions most importantly. Gimik, gi mam.

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The other day while I was having my lunch at nearby restaurant, I notice from a distance a makcik jual tisu (or something) approaching. I am not a supporter of this practice- questionable people free to roam asking for donation; so usually I politely decline or flee the scene (to the loo) to avoid any contact at all. But as I'm preparing to face the situation, I notice there's a little kid sitting at the table next to mine with his family, whose eyes appeared to be fixated to that makcik as she went from table to table and got turned down. When the makcik arrived at the little kid's table and asked his family for some donation in exchange for a packet of tisuue, his family declined as well and the looks in the kid's as he stared at the makcik then glanced at his father then back to the makcik..his face is just..i cannot. He's seen too many disappointments already, at such tender age what he saw will shape his perception to this world. So when the makcik came to my table after that, I gave the makcik some donation to show the kid something different for a change (I make sure the kid saw that, which he did lol). For fear that the kid will lose his faith in humanity lose compassion and turned coldhearted, or possibly psychopathic serial killer who just like to see the world burn, I was pressured to donate to offer some example. What a strange kind of peer pressure. Who's peers with who anyways? Duhhh

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Imma sucker at fulfilling invitation, wedding invitations especially because it's the kind of event that gave me the sense of crippling loneliness afterwards. I'm conflicted though, between the host's anticipation for me to show up which potentially makes them happy, and my peace of mind, also the fear that if I were to get married no one's gonna spare their time to come down. Most of the time I don't attend the invitations, but now I think i've learnt a better appreciation to the concept of love as a pure and realest human experience. Love should be celebrated above all qualms. Hence I outdid myself this year, already attending more weddings that my total tally for last year. Like Beatles have said, Love is all we need.