"Tell me, why do you have to keep all this movie tickets," Kevin asked whilst taking a sip of his Starbucks coffee. "Don't you think it's taking up so much place in your wallet?"

I flipped my hair to the back, reading his face like an opened book.
"Well...there is always a reason to everything, right," I answered.

"Yeah...but, why don't you just throw it away. It's not like you can re-use it again."

I took out my wallet. Ahh, yes, a wallet. A worn out, black leather wallet since have been used those secondary school days. Flipping the wallet open, like the way men do to make payments, revealed a few RM50 big notes inside and a few of my cards.

I slapped down a few movie tickets on the table.
Kevin didn't react. He knew me way too long for my outrageous and crazy behaviour. He took another sip of his coffee whilst staring at the yellow-white movie tickets on the table.

"I kept these movie ticket it's because it meant something to me."

Kevin sat up straight with his eyes opened wide.
"Go on. I'm all ears," he said.

"Well, you see. Each ticket tells a different story," I continued.
I took a ticket in random and showed it to him.

Starting with the first ticket, IpMan2.

"This ticket as you can see, is special to me, because the person I watched it with, was like a big brother. He gave me alot of motivations and leadership to live my life," I explained. "It was my first time watching a movie alone with my brother and with a guy too."

"Hmm...okay...then what about this one?"
Kevin points out to the Inception ticket.


 "This ticket was my first time watching the same movie twice. It was too fantastic that I had to bring my mom to watch it. It was my first time paying for the tickets and as well as watching together with my mom, alone."

"And this one," I continued as I picked up another movie ticket, Salt.

 "This was my first movie that I watched together with both my sisters. We were supposed to attend a wedding dinner until my parents realized there wasn't enough seats for us. So they dropped us at Tropicana City to watch Salt. It was horrible."

"Why?" Kevin asked.

"Because I had to pay everything for the movie tickets."


 "What about this one?" Kevin asked.

Step Up 3.

"This one was because I was hanging out with my besties, Lydia, Sara & Harry. It wasn't anything special. Maybe it's just the movie." I shrugged.
 Grown Ups.

"Lastly, this one was special, because it was the first movie I watched with my college friends."

"The movie wasn't really that funny," I continued. "But the 3 of us was so 'sampat', we brought outside food into the cinema to eat. Ha ha."


"Hmm..." thought Kevin. "But, you've forgotten about this one."
Kevin points out to the last ticket left alone at the side.
"What does this ticket tells," he asked.

Adele : Rise Of The Mummies.

I thought for a moment and smiled. Kevin noticed the look on my face and knew what I was going to say.

"Well," I said. "I had no idea. But the movie sucks."

Dear readers,

Just to let you know, that I appreciate those of you who had been reading "Can I Help You" since I started writing on it last year. I have truly appreciated your encouragement and motivation to continuing writing on this fictionous story. Unfortunetly, I am calling a quits on continuing this story. I have find that it is meaningless to continue this story. Plus, my motivation and determination had already left me after a long period of time.

The ending idea is still fresh in my mind, but however, I have decided to leave the ending for your own imagination and creativity.

I am truly sorry to have dissapoint you. But, there are other stories which are similar as well. I am sorry to have cause you any inconvenience.

Yours truly,
LAS Author

If you ask me, what is the greatest birthday present in the world? My answer would be the gift from the heart, homemade presents. A gift doesn’t need to be handmade, but as long as it is self-wrapped, it would be the most wonderful thing in the world.



All presents that comes from me, are always handmade. Why? Because I feel happy wrapping it. Even cards, are handmade by me. Though, it may not be the prettiest wrapping paper used, but no one cares, right? ‘Coz the next thing you know, the receiver is just going to throw the wrapper away, no? But, I, value all gift wrappers, and I keep every single wrapping paper when I receive my presents on my birthday. Eco-friendly you say? Yes, I am. But there are other reasons too.
How rare would you find these type of people?

But, then, why are presents wrapped then? To not the receiver know what is inside, right? It gives a sense of surprise to the receiver when he/she opens it. It can either give the receiver a feeling of disappointment or a feeling of happiness.

That’s why, what fun is there if the receiver knows what’s inside the present already. It’s pointless even if you wrapped it with a thousand sheets of paper, by not letting the receiver know what is inside with just a touch of the object. Not only that, all your efforts are wasted.


I wish I can take things lightly. It’s just a present, yes, I know. But you wouldn’t know how much of effort that I’ve put in just to wrap one present. You will never know, because you’re not in my shoes. The paper cuts I’ve been through and others as well. What I have in return? Lost in trust and faith. What’s the fucking point I wrap it then. Must as well I just give the receiver the bloody gift and save my efforts and my sleep.

I value friendship a lot. I really do, even more then my relationship with my boyfriend if I have to. I may let people teased me and bullied me, but that means nothing to me. The feelings I show to people are always indirect, but inside my heart, I always mean what I said.
The only thing that can hurt me the most is the betrayal and backstabbing of friendships. It will even probably scar me for life.


In life, the most hardest thing for me to do was to let people know my feelings. Confronting them and as well as forgiving them.
Though, I may have forgiven you, but I will never forget you for what you have done.


Yes, I may be a good friend, but I may also be your worst enemy as well. You may have not seen the dark side of me yet, and you better pray that you won't.

The morning cold breeze against your skin,
The morning sun shimmering so dim,
The school bell rings very loudly,
It was time for the morning assembly.

The students chattered happily,
A teacher walks in and snaps down his books,
The class begins as it became so sleepy,
The students exchange each other their boring looks.

A bite of biscuit a student stole,
Making sure the teacher doesn't know,
Pencils scribble against their notes,
Students whined as their given more works.

Alas, I sat here, thinking back the most wonderful memories then.
It was those days back in high school.

Poem published on : http://www.receiptstories.my/staging/index.php?cd=read&story_id=408

Almost everyone of us wants their picture taken to be picture perfect. Who doesn't, right?
I believe that we want to look nice in front of the camera and not look like a fool, unless for some.
Even with the slightest mistake, like, your picture taken with your eyes closed. You tend to "untagged" yourself from your facebook picture.


Perfect smile. Perfect posture. Perfect angle.
Even the camera man also must be perfect. (You don't want a noobie who doesn't know how to function a camera, right?)
Suitable lighting. Must not see pimples. Make sure don't blink an eye.


Yeah. I know how is it like to be picture perfect. I've been there once.
Almost every single facebook profile pictures that I've visit were nicely shot.

It's just hard to believe. When you see a person's personality and attitude, they may be nice and sweet in front of you. But, at your back, they backstab you like nobody's business.
Just like a picture. The picture may be nice and beautiful, but in reality, their attitude is worse then what you see in their picture. Like the saying goes,"A picture says a thousand words." But for this case, I think it's,"Seeing is believing."

It's just too good to be true. Their pictures are just too perfect. They are just too perfect, in pictures only.
But, when it comes to reality, they are totally different. A slut. A bitch. A bastard. A drug addict. If worst still, a brutal murderer.

When it comes to pictures, people wouldn't bother whether you look beautiful or pretty in pictures. It's the personality where people see in you. Now, that's beautiful. Beatiful in the outside and also the inside.
Not to say that unpretty people has to be good looking, but what shines in you is your personality. For beauty, Aiyah! Go plastic surgery then "gao dim jor lo" (everything is resolve!).


I'm not saying that I'm jealous because I can't be a picture perfect. My main point is, just be yourself, even if it's in front of the camera. You can lie and pretend of what you are not, but the only person you're lying to, is yourself.

Have fun and be creative!