Sometime ago, i caught the movie The Ugly Truth . And i must say, i was fascinated by the dialogue. Unfortunately, not at all it was written by Nicole Eastman.

"Which one is Gerard Butler uh?" , asked a 20- something-year-old-girl behind me in an unfortunate cardigan.

"Neh, that one lor.", answered her magnificiently astute friend, helpfully.

"Third one from the left"

"Which one?" ,pleaded the first girl, obviously suffering the little-known-mental-effect of wearing ugly clothing.

"Aiyoh, One , two , three," counted the smart one. " You dont know your left is it?"

Under most circumstances, i will not publicly object to such display of such sparkling conversation. Afterall, there's nothing more heartwarming than a demostration of helping out your fellow lian when she is in need of navigational guidiance and a refresher course on counting to 5. Unfortunately, we are not in a rose garden having afternoon tea.

"Excuse me, do you mind?" as i turned to face them.

They looked at me confused for a long moment.

You may have read by now that we, Singaporeans are a a gracious lot.Oh, yes. According to the results of the recent survey by the Singapore Kindness Movement, only a one in 10 Singaporeans are unhappy with the level of graciousness- and yes, i am the one.

And, being that one person out of the 10, i once again find myself stuffed in the cramped, windowless basement along with the rest of the huddled minority.

How is it possible that people can stand having someone's foot resting on the back of your cinema seating, and as if paying 10 mucks for a movie is an equivalent to a simulator ride with free massage. So, i suppose, the 9 out of 10 people hasn't left their homes since the day they graduated from day care and considers their houseplant to be most decent and charming.

Woohoo!

I think we ALL should learn. Then again, how. Kindness is different from manners. Kindness are that you help old ladies cross the road, and manners are like holding the door open. The next time someone hold the door for you, utter a word of thank or a smile would suffice, chances are that he is not on community service for punching his clumsy dentist.

bre`

p.s to no one in particular

next time when you want to utter mean things to people, make sure you ain't guilty of it. And do not. I repeat do not, accuse people of not keeping up with you when you put them second, its not their fault. Humans need to feel their worth too, a little appreciation helps.

My horoscope for the day, how true.

Life isnt as pleasant a ride as it always seems. But who cares, 5 years down the road we'll see. I would have clocked better life then. Volatile much? Tell me more.

Just got home from a movie with boyf, random date. Something about the movie, first, i don't know why is it called 'the hurt locker'. There is no obvious linkage though. Whatever the case is, it was still a movie that came across quite strong to me, the message it sent, the scenes.

Awesome.

School started, i don't like what i am doing this semester. Math, someone kill me please?

Hello to short hair.

It’s hard to sum up all the thoughts that have been running through my heard over the past one week plus. There are just way too many of them.
The bottom line is … I am just starting to get a little sick of being around people (although this is mostly due to my mood, and me not feeling up to it) and somehow, I can sense that people are starting to get sick of me too.
I have waaay too much baggage, I know. In the past year, my usual cheerful self has evolved into this creature whose moods swing faster than the rate your iPhone gets updates to an extent where I might as well be bi-polar. It is a huge change, I know, and it is turning people off me. I don’t blame you one bit.
My words are not quite making sense. It’s hard to type when your eyes are cloudy … and when you realized that you’ve just run out of tissues.
Although the recent entries seem to suggest otherwise, I am still much, much stronger than most people think and it will manifest when I am ready. Don’t look down on me just because I am sickly. My magic is still well and alive. I just need to recover emotionally first.

Until my emotional state stabilizes, ‘Fragile – handle with care‘ are the words that should be plastered on my forehead. Nothing is instant. It takes a few more days of vulnerability before things improve further, and I can gather whatever strength I have to launch my first missile.

Till then, the earth shakes, and my knees quake...

i have a hole in my pocket, the size of you.