Why do we love?

Slacked in school today. Nothing much done. Except Grace and Eunice(not Ling) who annoyed me constantly, till it went over the edge. They collaborated to make me miserable, and they did a good job. I just walked away and sat at another table. Thanks for making me feel so good. As if my problems weren't enough..

Finally caught my long awaited movie with Sandy and Wenyi today: P.S. I Love You. I had very high expectations for the movie, but sadly, i was quite disappointed when i watched it. I mean, the starting wasn't that bad, it was hilarious yet touching. But as it approached the end, I nearly fell asleep cos it was kinda boring. There wasn't a climax or anything, that's why the whole movie is monotonous, and i actually slept for about 10 mins. So it was on the whole disappointing.

Another incident happened today that made me feel upset. We three were walking through the underpass after the movie, and the busker who happened to be blind was reaching out his hands, and asking for some help. I saw a few people turn away, afraid to be seen helping a handicap. They all acted like they were freaking deaf. I went up to him and asked if he needed any form of assistance. He indicated that he needed to use the toilet and asked if any of us were willing to help look after his guitar and stuff. Of course, being the nice people that we are, we offered our services. I held his hand and led him to the toilet, while Sandy and Wenyi stood there to watch his stuff for him while he was away.

When we were helping him get back to his seat and playing his guitar, we got lotsa stares from people, as if we were robbing him. Lol. I just glared back at them. Anyway, after the whole incident, we three walked to Taka in silence. Like self reflection time. Alot of things were going through my mind, and I was just thinking about it.. What if we weren't there? Would anyone even bother to stop and just help the poor guy out? I feel that sometimes we carry on with our lives too quickly, that we forget to slow down to see the things that really matter, and to help those in need. I was pretty aghast because not a single soul stopped to help the poor fellow. Once again, this shows how Singaporeans are ever so "helpful". Only helping themselves.

Mannequins
by Joash Lee

Plastic people with plastic hearts
Pushing round our shopping carts
Unable just to stop and see
That we're capable of setting someone free
Rushing through our daily lives
As if time could make our banks thrive
One day we shall wake up and see
How cold and heartless we can be

We are mannequins
Plastic things that walk around all day
Just to see for ourselves
What good can be done for me.
Me, Myself, I
Selfish walking plastic things
With a rotten heart that sucks up life
The core of the "thing"
Decomposing every part of the body
Making the plastic harden,
And will be immune to everything
Immune, immune, immune.
When will the plastic melt?
Walking mannequins without the core
Oh, living life for myself
Isn't such a bore!