Sunday, September 06, 2009

Disorder |dɪsˈɔːdə|

disorder |dɪsˈɔːdə|
noun
a state of confusion : tiresome days of mess and disorder.

Just read an article about foster parents adopting children with some emotional disorder problems. To cut the story short, the foster parents finally made a breakthrough with the child by accommodating him. Really touching story,, tugged at the heart-strings.

Was a usual day for me. Took the lift down to get to the car. The lift stopped at the 13th level (can't really remember which level it was, best guess is 13). A lady is outside the and she presses the lift button to make sure the door is open. She yells some unintelligible words at someone - I can't see who. Looks at me, presses the button again and yells.

Her domestic helper appears and passes this peculiar lady a set of key. But that is not the weirdest thing. The domestic helper apologies. The lady steps into the lift, back facing me, and the door closes. Me? I'm just standing there - clueless. Go figure. Wonder who are the people with the real disorder.

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