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i think i would be more impressed with titles and designations today if i wasn’t continually subjected to the unprofessional and childish behaviour plus general stupidity of people who, amazingly, have made noticeable moves up the corporate ladder without any obvious skills (what they do to their bosses behind closed doors e.g. rimming has not yet been taken into consideration).

life experiences excite me much more. the real people you’ve met, the emotions you felt, the struggles you’ve overcome. y’know, emotional pulses. connections. reality.

i hate name-dropping. once, i heard this girl i (and the hordes of KL) admire very much for her fashion sense and style, name-drop her boyfriend. i immediately faced her, wagged a finger at her and said “horrr, so show off!” granted she was doing it rather shyly (which was in itself kinda charming) and i was rather shit-faced, but i’ve as usual lost my point. the point is:  i don’t. fuck. care.

call me an ingenue for thinking that friends value you for the person you are and not the people you know (because that’s a totally different story). and when you imagine you can impress everyone with your mind-bogglingly rich resume of galas and designer goods and the number of ‘friends’ you have, do have a care that there is always someone harder, better, faster, stronger, richer, funnier, hotter, has a bigger yacht and more issues than you.

so – stripped of superficial bullshit, arrogance and insecurities (and complete lunacy) – have you figured out who you are?