Life, Laughter and Everything Else

For those of you who have taken a good look at my face, and not lost you sanity, would have noticed a small scar between my eyebrows. A scar that I got as a child when I chose to pick a fight with a group of boys older than me for reasons that I cannot remember. But what I do remember is that the fight had started with my signature move, whereby I bit the guy's hair. While I was left disgusted by the hair that got stuck between my teeth, my victim gave me a shove that sent me flying against a strong teak bed that cut open a small wound on my forehead. Those were the times, when arguments were won by fights, when the strongest of your friends was always right, when I only argued with those I was sure I could beat if I had to. Which was pretty much just this thin guy in my class who was too weak even to start an argument. And then I grew up, with my last known punch thrown in aggression being sometime in Secondary 2. Lately, I realised that as you grow older, sometimes the ...

I see him now and then But always along the same path That leads from my house to the MRT. He would have been like you and me, treading mindlessly along the path so familiar, had he the bliss of vision that we are so blind to feel. He wears no shades to cover his grey eyes that stare emptily into the sky. What his eyes fail to see, he makes up with a thin white cane that he swings ceaselessly in a faultless semicircle at an unerring pace left to right,  right to left. left to right,  right to left. A swing punctuated by frequent tappings on the ground Tappings, indistinguishable to the layman, but tappings that warn him of paths rising and falling, of marble changing to concrete, of concrete changing to road, and of things but he along knows. He leaves me in awe of his awareness of his surroundings, and his courage to take the step into the big black unknown. Yet he hears, feels and knows  that l...

I admit it was not very typical of me, but it just happened that when I woke up, I realised that a whole day lay free in front of me. And since the last out-of-the-world thing I did was to water my plants with multi-vitamin water in the hope they would grow faster (only to see one of them consequently poisoned and left with 2 leaves now), I thought it was time to be me again. In an hour, I was out of my house and on my way to the East Coast, to discover where riding east of East Coast would lead to. 2 hours later I found that it ended in Changi beach, though come to think of it I could have just referred to the street directory to satisfy my curiosity and saved myself the 3 hours of cycling. But as Master Card said, there are some things money can't buy, and the journey was as such, even if I did have to pay 16 dollars to rent the bike. I had started of pretty upbeat, optimstic about the inspiration the sea would provide me for the next blog post. Sadly, the sea had better things t...

"There's a story behind every person. There's a reason why they're the way they are. They aren't just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it's impossible to fix them."                                                                                                                                                              -  Unknown I love a story, be it the one I read in a book or the one I hear from someone. And over time it is interesting to note that some people tend to be great storytellers, while most prefer to simply indulge in the f...

I was having a chat with a good friend the other day. He was telling me about how he was interning at a place and how he had come across a girl that very much matched up to his description of an ideal girl. And he went on and on about how down-to-earth she was, how cute her facebook display picture was, how all rounded she was and on and on. And then he shared a story with me. He narrated, "A few days ago, there was a fire drill at my workplace. While everyone was rushing down, I tried to find my ID first. But after searching for quite a bit, I still could not find it and I was getting a bit desperate. Then I saw her sauntering along the corridor to the Exit as if nothing was going on. She stopped by my room and asked me what I was doing and I told her I was searching for my ID. Then she told me to go ahead and search and that she will wait for me." And he paused, waiting for a reaction. I replied, "Hmm ok. So?" He literally screamed, "Don't you g...