yeah....Things will only get better

Borat, a totally crappy movie. Watched it sometime back. The main lesson I've learnt from this show is that sometimes, we got to laugh at ourselves. How often have fights broke out just because we are unable to take a joke? Which brings us to the question of what is exactly a joke? What is our treshold towards so call jokes?

Oh well, I always try not to laugh at others' unfortunate moments. I'm trying to be polite, to be nice, to be politically correct. Likewise, I try not to laugh at myself too. Perhaps for the same reasons. However, if humour is so "restricted", life's gonna be one helluva tough process, if you ask me.

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I think I'm beginning to love this place, except for the aircon, when it can get pretty cold.

The seats are defintely very comfy, sleep inducing if you ask me. And the various records brought me back in time; I never knew these incidents took place. Or that so and so looked like that back then.

I began making my way out when they were closing. I was reminded repeatedly by the never ending announcement. As I hit the down button and waited for the lift, I received a text message. The lift arrived while I was engrossed in the message. It wasn't crowded. Only for a pram and a lady, presumably the mother of the 3 year old child.

They had their backs to me as they were admiring the scenic view of downtown Singapore. But if you ask me, I don't think you can see much, it's already pretty dark and what you can see were lights. Furthermore, I'm not sure if the toddler really understands what were before his eyes. He's more interested in messing around with his mother's hair.

The lady, about 30 years of age, cut a cheerful figure. She turned over and smiled as I asked her which level she's heading towards. Apparantly, with the exception of B2,which was what I had pressed, no other levels seemed to be pressed.

"1st level, please. Thank you"

"You're most welcome"

At this moment, the little boy turned his head and looked at me. As he struggled to break free of the pram, he started mumbling to himself.

He smiled at me and uttered words that created an awkward silence in the lift.

" Pa Pa....."

I was taken aback, totally. His mom was so embarassed that she broke eye contact with me. She apologised.

I recomposed myself and reach out to the toddler.

" No, I'm not papa.... call me uncle"

I'm pretty used to being "uncle", hence no biggie. The mom broke into a smile.

" No George, call kor kor..."

Poor George. He must be totally confused. It was initially Papa and then Uncle and then Kor Kor. I have no issues with Uncle or Kor Kor, but defintely not PaPa.

The lift landed at the first level and the door opened. Little George stared hard at the gentleman standing outside the lift, with his arms outstretched.

" Kor Kor...."

" No George, this is Papa.... now say bye to Kor Kor...."

It sure isn't easy being a kid in Singapore.....