Chain mail story

Years ago I came across this 'sweet' story. I think its suppose to create a warm fuzzy feeling inside you. With me all it did was raise one eyebrow,

A girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty
and he said no. 

She asked him if he would want to be with her forever
and he said no. 

She then asked him if she were to leave would he
cry, and once again he replied with a no. 

She had heard enough. 

As she walked away, tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm
and said... 

You're not pretty, you're beautiful.
I don't want to be with you forever. 

I need to be with you forever.
And I wouldn't cry if you walked away...

I'd die...

Do you want to know what I make of this crap?

Just kidding, I don't care what you want.

Numero Uno. You don't ask a guy something you won't like the answer to. The girl is inviting misery

Dos. I don't want my guy to cry when I leave. I want him to break down macho-style, drowning sorrows with bourbon and punching holes in the walls instead of crawling into the fetal position because he is deeply devastated and suicidally depressed yet still very manly with overflowing testosterone.

Three. I would prefer it if he actually chose to be with me forever. 'Need' implies resistance; as in 'well you're not perfect but it's better than growing old alone'.

Empat. Instead of dieing dying, he could've done more productive things like, chase after her and put in effort to stay together. Also, it's like he's guilt tripping the girl to stay with him.

I ruin teenage girls' expectations in a boy. It's fun.

When shopping in Kuching

For lack of variety in my shopping routine (MNG-Esprit-MNG-Padini) I - feeling very charitable - decided to give non-branded not-in-Spring boutiques a shot. So one entire Sunday afternoon was spent boutique-hopping.
Spotting a boutique in Kuching is easy:
@ they are usually within a block of a kopitiam
@ they have glass windows which displays inappropriately matched outfits with garish colour of the ah lian sort on unfortunate mannequins
@ they display their stock on over-utilised racks, making you work up a sweat from prying hangers away to get a better look and at the same time inaccurately imply that somewhere inside there is something worth buying
@ they employ salesgirls who were trained in a country where following customers' heels and watching them intently as they look around but pretend not to speak the same language when addresed is considered excellent service ( I suspect China).

One would think that through careful selection and a sharp eye for ah lian details, you would be able to avoid wasting time on shops with little potential. But no.

An example.

 

First sight - The blond model poster, burlesque pose and non-japanese related attire looks promising. Look, it also says "Paris"!

 Second encounter - Another blond model, in a pose not involving large kawaii eyes and pouting lips. Hope is rising.

Finale - Open-mouthed scammed.

It's just as well that I can't shop in these boutiques because I can rarely find a top that could button across my chest. My boobs are too big for me to be ah lian.