Incensed.

There are three kinds of people in this world.

The first kind trip over themselves offering unsolicited comments after hearing one side of a juicy story.

The second kind often wait until they have heard both sides of the story before giving their opinions about what they think had happened.

The third kind, the very rare kind, keep their mouths shut no matter what they hear and who they hear the story from.

Now which kind are you?

The Dumbing Down of Love - Frou Frou

Well painted passion
You rightly suspect
Impersonation
The dumbing down of love
Jaded in anger
Love underwhelms you
No box of chocolates
Whichever way you fall

And if i tell you
Lover alone without love
What will happen
Lover alone without love
Will you listen
Lover alone without love

No, no I'll get this
I want to treat you
You're still not famous and you haven't struck it rich
Underachieving
Cos no-one's receiving
This tunnel vision
It's turning out all wrong

Music is worthless unless it can
make a complete stranger
break down and cry

And if I tell you
Lover alone without love
What will happen
Lover alone without love
Will you listen
Lover alone without love
Without love
Without love
Without love

Impressed.

I love McDonald's. Not for the quality of their food, no, but for their efficiency and convenience. And who can resist a Mackers brekkie whenever they can?

And so a week ago, because D and I stayed up to watch brainless Taiwanese variety shows all night, we ordered Mackers online at about 5am. Just because we can. It was yummy; hot, sinful junk food delivered right to our doorstep at wee hours of the morning. However, yesterday afternoon, as I was doing some internet banking, I discovered that the breakfast we had cost me three times as much. The amount was credited from my account two times more than required. Intensely disturbed, I called my bank but they couldn't help because the amount had already been transferred to McDonald's, so I had to go to them instead.

Because it was a Sunday, I only had the delivery hotline to call and the only two options I had was to press 1 for New Order or 2 for Web Enquiry. Naturally, I pressed 2. The guy who picked up the phone was impatient. Instead of listening to me describe the rather long-winded situation first, he asked twice if I had wanted to make an order. However, after I got my point across, he became very helpful. He asked for my mobile number, as well as a separate contact number just in case I couldn't be reached, so that he could check with the higher-ups. He called back less than 10 minutes later to tell me that they would do a refund on Monday.

Now I was pretty satisfied at how prompt they were, but nothing impressed me more than this email I received from McDonald's today:

Hi Ms. XXX,

Thank you for your feedback on 12th Oct 08 to our McDelivery Call Centre
with regard to a charge to your credit card for a McDelivery 24/7 web order
dated 5th Oct 08.

Our investigations show that your credit card has been incorrectly charged
for a McDelivery 24/7 web order that was not completed due to an unforeseen
technical glitch. We sincerely apologise for the error and has taken
immediate steps to ensure this is corrected.

Instructions have been given to your bank to reverse the charges. This
reversal will take effect within 2 weeks from 13th Oct and should appear in
your next credit card statement.

Once again, we apologise for the error and inconvenience caused.

Your Sincerely,
XXX (Ms)
McDelivery Consultant


I mean, McDelivery Consultant? Anyway, it's been a while since I've received such an (almost) perfectly worded email, so much so that I felt it actually warranted a post. I've been too lazy to blog about much else these days, and I apologise.

Are you?

I watched you sleeping soundly, like a baby, the side of your face pressed down firmly on to the pillow, your hand half-covering your face as if to block it from someone who's coming to take your dreams away. You tremble slightly from the chill in the air-conditioned room, but you could never stand the heat, baby. There's a void on the bed beside you, shaped like me. It was always a tight fit, two of us on my super-single, but I secretly liked it because it meant you'd be lying closer to me.

I'll be honest and tell you that I just read something I shouldn't have again. It started as an accident, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from it even though I recognised it the moment I saw the first few lines. It brought a tidal wave of emotions over me, and I had to look up from what I was reading to make sure you're really sleeping next to me. You are, snoring away, oblivious to the tears rolling down my face.

These two years have passed by like a dream, just as fleeting, just as surreal. The only thing real to me is your warm body, pressed firmly against mine.

I read those words because I missed them. This side of you disappeared slowly after we met. You said, "Happiness does not write, love." And I understood what you meant. I found my words slipping slowly away from my fingertips as well. But I can't help wondering—foolishly I know—if perhaps there is something lacking in me that caused this drought in you. You leave a little of you behind each time you write, a little piece of your heart, a little piece of your love…

I climbed into bed and hugged you tightly from behind. Your hands subconsciously clasped mine and you held them over your heart. I wept silently, the tears that haven't fallen in a long time.

Are you mine, really?

Are you?

I Bruise Easily - Natasha Bedingfield

My skin is like a map, of where my heart has been
And I can't hide the marks, but it's not a negative thing
So I let down my guard, drop my defences, down by my clothes
I'm learning to fall, with no safety net, to cushion the blow

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily

I found your finger prints on a glass of wine
Do you know your leaving them all over this heart of mine too
If I never take this leap of faith I'll never know
So I'm learning to fall with no safety net to cushion the blow

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily

Anyone who, can touch you, can hurt you, or heal you
Anyone who, can reach you, can love you, or leave you

So be gentle
So be gentle
So be gentle
So be gentle

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily

I bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can't scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily

I bruise easily
I bruise easily