Scowling At Flowers

Scowling baby

Some of us are are born with an unfortunate affliction that causes us to semi-scowl whenever our faces are at a state of rest. It is not a look, mind you, its just how our features were placed since conception. I have never thought of a name for it, and then one day through a a dear friend from Rochester, New York who showed me an entry on Thought Catalog, I not only learned a name for this affliction but also how to deal with it.

It helps that now I can talk about my Resting Bitchface Syndrome in a good humoured way and let the goodness within slowly shine through, but that doesn’t mean that my woes are overcome.

Today, while having a green tea latte in Starbucks, Abby caught me staring at a girl’s shoes (she snidely insists that I wasn’t looking at her shoes, but I’m a guy, I’m really into shoes, you know?). Afterwards, I looked at another girl carrying roses of assorted colours packed stalk by stalk in clear cellophane. Probably for sale, I thought.

At this point, Abby looked up from her Mac and, because she had her ears stuffed with miniature speakers, mouthed some words to me. I am no Jason Bourne, so i had her repeat herself. She did and it turns out, she was asking me

A: ‘What are you doing?’

B: ‘What do you mean what am I doing?’

A: Plucking out the speakers from her ears ‘You’re doing this!’ *makes scrunched up scowl face

B: Oh. Shit. I was doing that? I was looking at flowers! damn.

This is terrible. I was looking at flowers for crying out loud. What was I doing scowlooking (word credit to Abby for coining it) at flowers?

The usual suggestions of ‘you ought to smile more’ and ‘try to think happy thoughts’ always come to mind, but sometimes the mind is just absorbing what the eyes are seeing, and the face is relaxed. The resultant bitchface is not intentional!

Is there an app for this yet?


Starbucks. The Experience.


yes i know, Starbucks again

A look back over one week reveals a pattern. I visit Starbucks cafes at a pretty high frequency.

Even in Genting Highlands, the allure of a hot chamomile tea and a place to write is stronger than the hankering of windfall winnings at the nearby casino.

It really is the same experience all across Singapore, and now, I find that it is no different here.

The menu is almost identical. Prices are in the local ringgit, but when one converts the amount back to Singaporean dollars, a tall, skinny latte is still approximately S$5.50, and my cup of chamomile is still about S$4.20. Pastries and cakes are almost identical, except the one here seems a lot better stocked than the average neighbourhood Starbucks in Singapore; but that could probably be attributed to this being a tourist hotspot.

Even the tables have the same chequered motif, and half of them are wobbly as if by obligation.

My friends are headed to the casinos for a bit. With hope, they’ll win some monneh. 🙂

The Roast You Love Most


Green and white mermaid,
Would you reckon, the blonde roast beckons
like the gentler gender?

Is it wholesome, is it rich?
Or mayhap, an acidic bitch?

Put it in a cuppa, I’ll have another,
Another in a paper cuppa.

Gibberish glitterish glib-tongued kerfuffle.
Genting awaits, headphones muffle!

Inspired by a moment of non-inspiration!
Be back in about 2 days 🙂

[+ve] Everybody believes in good causes


Today I had the happy honor of tagging along with Project Raw Gems as they went around Starbucks Cafes to raise awareness for autistic individuals.

It’s heart-warming to see the fully able banding together to help the less able (no need to sugar-coat things, it is a birth defect, not a “special trait”). Many autistic adults have trouble looking for work because of social or psychological problems. They need coaxing and coaching from a young age. These four young women have added to my belief that all is not lost on the human-ness of the human race.

Perhaps they might add (or restore, in some cases) a dash of humanity to your life also?

Jamie said ‘Everybody believes in good causes, but few are proactive about it.’ How very true. Go Project Raw Gems!

Link to my article on them

N.b. This brings me to something else. I’m not too happy with how some of us delude ourselves with euphemisms. A paraplegic is not a “special person”, he is a paraplegic. We need to recognise that they are indeed physically less able before we will take steps to help them. It’s not okay to say that ‘its okay, they’re special’.

I suppose it is decent enough to use the occasional euphemism out of respect or fear of hurting their feelings. But if these words manifest in our thoughts, it metamorphasises into a delusion, and a very bad one at that.