(cause i find it tremendously hard to love singaporeans - the kiasu syndrome, impoliteness and the inconsiderate nature of these people *sigh*)
anyways.
today a friend told me today over lunch, about her friend who recently lost his mom.
and we were talking about it, when my heart started aching for her friend and his family.
it came as a surprise to me cause i didn't even know the guy. or his mother or anyone from his family.
he was a friend of a friend.
it's blog-worthy cause i haven't felt that way for a complete stranger before...
i brushed it off saying to myself "i put myself in his shoes - that's good application of stanislavsky's magic 'if' technique"
and then there came the article on straits times online at about 4pm about the poor ntu student who stabbed his professor and then killed himself.
my heart ached too.
and even as i'm typing this i actually still feel the abovementioned...
i'm guessing... that's a good thing ((=
p.s. i've been trying to study for my mid term on friday but i don't seem to be productive *whines*
