Sometimes I don't recognise my own face.

"A true friend is someone who thinks you are a good egg even though he knows you are slightly cracked."

The mother sent me that e-mail. She sent me one about an ode to mothers which had lots of baby pictures in it, which she called "cute". Which can only mean one thing. She wants to be a doting grandmother. Then again, I could be wrong.

Week after week, someone has been giving me a horrendous time with life, to the point I ask myself "Why?" so many times.

Yesterday it led to a tearfest and that ended pretty ugly. Sometimes I wish I could tell you what's running around in my mind but it's impossible. I'm not used to that anymore. I don't know which Ali, Ah Beng and Arumugam might be reading this and will spill this out to anyone in the family.


While I was pouring out the issues that keep me up at night, the person I was talking to suddenly got up and walked away. I was about to get angry and scream and cry even more until...she played Ingrid Michaelson's The Way I Am, which was on my phone.

Which is her way of saying "No matter what people say or do to you, I take you the way you are and no one is going to make you feel less than human".


I am a cracked egg, but I'm thankful because there is at least ONE person who thinks I am a good egg. That's all that matters to me.

*****

I hate putting up a front. I want to pour it out, but you know what? I can't.


I am a sad cartoon of a broken heart bleeding all over the place.

And you know what?
So is everyone else.

*****

Someone wants to marry Arsene Wenger because he speaks Japanese and French.
"How can you resist that?"

I am honestly not answering that. I wonder what HE would say.