I really don't know.....

When you get onto a local public bus, you would notice two green seats. The sign which entails it says, give it up to the person who needs it more.
Why then do many deluded beings ostracize those seats??? You are only supposed to give it up if you think another person needs it more than you. It doesn't at all mean that you can't seat on them.
Is is that people find it too troublesome to get up if they see someone who need it more or is it that they are too self centered to give up to others, so they don't mind not seating on them at all, or is it that they are just plain stupid???

Age catches up

Throughout the whole earlier half of the day, stuff about household chores kept running through my head. I have come to realize that its because I am OLD.
It started with liasing with the part-time maid who is supposed to come tommorrow morning, planning what chores she has to do for the two times a week she's gonna come over, then I was occupied with the laundry, followed by other trivial and puny household chores. I finally arranged my shoes and their boxes in the storeroom neatly.( The newest addition to the collection, my open toed beauties from Coleman & Co, was still lying outside the shoe rack).
These stuff gave me a glimpse of whats to come when I'm older and have a family of my own, where I have to juggle both my career and the household duties. Yes, I thought of myself in a few years time. Thats because I'm OLD.
How did all this happen? I still remember myself when I was 15 and my whole world revovled around going to school and having fun with my friends.. It feels like it was just awhile back. Time really whizzed by for me. It'll be nice to stop,catch it and probabaly hold it for a while, but that happens only in my fanatasies I guess.
And, yes. Its not easy being my mum. Being the fussy sport that she is, I had trouble doing things the way she does. I tried my best to keep the house the way she wants, but nevertheless, she's still gonna complain as soon as she sets foot into the house, which is in a few days. That reminds me, I HAVE TO CHANGE THE BED SPREADS!
Being matured is an understatement now, Getting old is more likely the word.

I am ME.

Yes. Its been a long time since I rambled. So let me start with what I do best. Ramble.
These long, humid and boring days have left me with one, I should say, bad habit. I browse a lot on social networks and I come across a lot of interesting people. Some, however have caught more of my attention than others. So let me list their attributes to mark their existence.

1). There a lot of pretentious and deluded people around.(More than you can ever imagine actually).
2). These people, have issues with THEMSELVES. However, love to blame their silly actions being caused by the provocation by others.
3). They love their online persona(a make believe one) and try to act accordingly(foolishly).
4). Self proclamations and trivial descriptions are in abundance. But,I'm starting to think, they are formed due to their willful thinking, which never comes to an end.
5). They are deluded into thinking that others, are in desperate need to know of how dirty their linen is. My god! Its oppressive, stop whining and shut the hell up!
6). Some even amuse us with make-believe appearances. The sloppy yet strenuous editing done to numerous images are actually horrendous looking. Indian girls, in particular, I've noticed, try tirelessly to 'glow' themselves till they look ghastly white(only applies to the face, neck down its back to good ol' Indian flavour). You know, its really okay that you don't have flawless skin and you're a bit tanned, but whats with the orangery or yellowish look posing in a black background?
7). Well, carrying on, there are some who think that they are all that when they are certainly not! Like I once met a girl who kept going on about her law profession when she is just a paralegal( I nearly died laughing, I tell you.). There are many 'alikes' online. You can be all that with being who you really are. You don't have to brag about your luxurious lifestyle or the high- ended splendor of brand names you want people to believe that you will buy or you have.. Many, let me remind you guys, only make this statements with the money that they probably got as allowance from their parents or supplementary cards they got. Some earned it with part time jobs I agree. But, with parents' money or the measly wages from part time jobs, can you really derive a satisfaction that YOU CAN AFFORD IT? Deluded aren't ya?
8)I know many of us adore and look up to many others. But to what extent do you actually outright-ly COPY them? Same poses, same make-up, same fashion sense, same favourite everything! How about growing a brain of your own? What makes it worse is that some only do it to spite the party whom they are replicating. Originality comes from within and replication, really, reflects nothing at all. Some, who can't even afford the style to replicate, still do it. Its quite sad actually because allowances when you're in college isn't so high and you probably had to put up a shameless wish list for your birthday.
9)Why is it that some people, and I mean adults(21 years and above) are still so impressionable? One moment they are simple Janes and the next they are so many Sarah Jessica Parkers running all over. Being impressionable at this age and acting like a moron exudes a sense of sympathy from me, sometimes ONLY. But the rest of the time, it makes me laugh non stop with my friends as we chat about it over dinner.
10). Finally, I would like to talk about myself. Yes, being part of the social network which some worship and have to try their best to prevent stalkers and so have to 'restrict' themselves, I, Punitha K, together with my friends, am so glad that we are DIFFERENT! This is probably why we get along so well. We can be crazy bitches ever ready for lame fights with other conceited people(not forgetting that we don't have a problem to own up to what we did, while others have such a tough time doing so), but at the end of the day, we are ourselves and that's what makes us different.

A journey through hell.

Every morning when i wake up to go to school, I hear myself asking the same question,"Do I really need to go to school today?". Its not that i dread going to school or anything, but its mainly because I'm a major procrastinating lazy pig. The trip to school is what irks me out actually.
The journey so to speak, is long and sometimes seems never-ending. But the the stuff that amuses me during the journey is note-worthy.
I have to take 2 buses to school everyday. Thank God, I no longer have to battle the morning crowd, as my lectures now start at a human-ly time.
When I board the first bus, a chinese serial plays. From what I discovered, its the encore serial of last night, from channel 8. Every head faces the mobile TV. Every pair of eyes is glued to it. Except mine. I admit that I have stolen glances too, but very rarely. Probably during the times where I'm searching for my i-Pod in my bag. I'm starting to think that people only board the buses to catch the show. Students, housewives reeking of the infamous 'market stench', old folks, simply enjoy the show. I, on the other hand feel irritated to watch the damn show every day, with the same cast rambling about some trivial antics with the repulsive dressing sense. And worst of all its in Mandarin. The language, sorry to say irks me out. Its really annoying. Imagine listening to it every morning. And, most importantly, why is it that they show a Chinese drama? This doesn't at all validate the existence of the other races in our multi racial society.
Next, when I alight at the next bust stop to get into the next connecting bus, the unsightly bus stop is a must stay-away. Its filthy with litter and sights of spats of salivation is unnoticeable. Its disgusting to even think of seating. The ungracious old folks have no qualms to cough and spit on the floor with every one looking. The sight of my bus is a sigh of relief.
Now, comes the long journey to school, which so happens to be non-air con, most of the time. Its blazing in the afternoon sun. But the somewhat sadist public transportation-is ts, insist on letting the non-aircon rickety shit( according to Santhiyaa) travel across the island. Thank god for my sunblock. Not only is it, warm in the sweltering heat, its wobbly too. You can forget about even catching a nap.I dare not take my-Pod out from my bag. If it falls, so does my heart.
Finally, I reach my destination.
As fares hike, so should the service.

Adjustments

Why is it so difficult for some people to make adjustments for the ones you love?

Its always the thought that counts. But, why do some fail to even think?

I always thought that a relationship, be it love or when it comes to friendship, based on making adjustments will always flourish.

But, what happens when there's always only 1 person making the adjustments?

There are too many questions to be answered. But, the answer lies with us I guess.

'Squeeze & the City'

As I was queuing up to be seated in 'n.y.d.c.' on a Friday night with my girlfriends, it suddenly occurred to me that, waiting to be seated in a restaurant in Singapore is becoming the norm. This reminds me of 'Sex & City', where the there's always subtle emphasis that New York's hip restaurants are almost impossible to get in unless you're a 'somebody', a.k.a. Carrie or Samantha, according to them.
Anyway, getting back to the main topic, It can get frustrating to wait a long time to be seated on weekends especially when you're starvation central.This trend is not only obvious in town, but basically any place hip enough to be patronised by Singaporeans.
Thinking of a place to dine and to chill out can be a nerve- wreaking process, but the thought of not getting a place is even more irritating. Is it that Singapore is too small or that Singaporeans are oblivious to the GST hike???
Its widely understood that Singaporeans toil throughout the week, then why are they not resting at home but out, making it impossible to find a place to eat, let alone find a parking spot.
There have never been a time where I've regretted driving on weekends, aimlessly trying to find a parking spot. It's already bad enough, that I have to battle with the slow moving traffic, ERP charges etc.
Well, I am starting to think that we are the 'tiny red dot' after all.

Memoirs Of A Critique.

I have a confession.

Mostly, I write people comments in friendster, only to recieve one back.
There, I've said it!

Thats because friendster is annoyingly lame and boring. Though, its a leisurely avocation for me as I can literally die laughing.

No,I'm not getting defensive.

Bottomline- Friendster is such a farce! Ha ha! Kudos to the Deplorables!