I was watching “Little Miss Sunshine”.
I laughed.
I smiled.
My brother couldn’t appreciate the movie at all.
He kept asking, “what’s so funny?”
”Why are you smiling at the tv?”
I didn’t reply.
I was too engrossed.
I couldn’t, anyway.

Just watched ‘Train Man’, the famous Japanese movie inspired by the true-story of a ‘otaku’- nerd, who got to know his girl-friend after an experience in the public commuter.
It’s odd that I enjoyed this movie much more compared to the ‘Warlords’, another movie which I rented along with ‘Train Man’.
Not that ‘Warlords’ isn’t a good movie, but I find myself in closer proximity with ‘Train Man’.
In the story, ‘Train Man’ put up his encounter with Miss Hermes on a public forum, from which many readers faithfully read and offer suggestions and support, just like how real life-friends would; if not better.

I guess the most touching part was how his story influenced his readers.
-A couple’s relationship improved

-3 guys decided to follow his example and do a make-over themselves

-A guy who hid himself in his room for months (hikikomori) decided to leave his room and took a bus, just to feel so sun.

-A lady nurse heartbreak’s was healed.

Isn’t it amazing how all of us are capable of changing the lives of others? More amazingly, we don’t realized we are doing so everyday, even in our most mundane tasks.

As I lie mindlessly,
I wonder what is there for me to be thankful for.
I began to recall some of my previous ‘emo’ writings.
I got my answer.

I’m thankful that I’m not numb.
I can still feel.
I am still hoping.

Just when I was feeling down.
Like I'm the most pathetic person ever lived.

"HELLO!"

Then, I become a whole different person and start chatting.
I need people around me, I guess

It’s always a good sign when I have the urge to write.
I faced the monster today.
It’s nothing like what I had feared it to be.
I had the power to make it disappear so easily.
Looking at it, made my eyes teary.

It has such great control over my life yet, I can’t put a finger to it.
It isn’t tangible.
I don’t understand it.
How am I going to fight it?
Sounds like a phobia.

I've been feeling really anxious lately.

Want to leave something here but have nothing really substantial to write about.

So here.

When inspiration comes,
I will write ferociously on any paper available.
Anybody who sees this will be curious.
I am always asked, “What are you writing about?”
It’s very difficult to answer.

1. My diary? – too personal.
2. Just my thoughts on something. – too emo.
3. Definitely not work. – coz there’s no money value

More curiously, WHY am I writing them down?

I really don’t know.

During the 3-day-camp by the beach in Kuantan, I befriended three really nice ‘aunties’.
I can’t help but wonder,
“Of all the women in this world, I had to have who I have as Mother.”

I know the saying, -what can’t break you, will make you stronger.
What if it DID break me?

My body is aching.
But my mind is clear.

The condition is now reversed.



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I really hate it when W deliberately speaks to me in English (although we speak Cantonese with each other) in the presence of the Chinese speaking friends.
She somehow thinks that it would impress them.
I always answer back in Cantonese and yet she never gets the hint. By the way, her English is bad!
Argh!!