Sometime ago, I wrote about being an extra along with my friends on this movie called The Tattooist. It stars Jason Behr (the Roswell guy!) and is some sort of low-budget thriller. Hehe.

 

We all went for the shooting and it lasted a whole day, just for a 3-4 minute scene. The obvious faces in it were Daniel, Daniel Lim, Danny, Tania and Joseph’s back! It was kinda funny. There were 2 parts of the scene where Daniel walked right past the main actor in his satin rooster-print shirt. Haha.

 

I’d give the movie a 5.8/10. 

I've heard quite a lot about a book called “Blink”, so I finally bought it at the airport before flying off to Christchurch. I started reading it a few days ago and haven’t been able to put it down since.

 

It’s a really good book and I find it so much more intriguing than Freakonomics (both books are pretty much of the same concept), although I enjoyed that one quite a bit too. It’s about how the mind works unconsciously and how successful people and companies have put the concept of snap judgments to good use.

 

On a different note, my eye became “infected” again. So this time, I went to see a specialist. 380 bucks for the first consultation, and $180 for every follow-up. I really should have studied to become a doctor lor. And according to “Blink” (hehe), most doctors get sued only because they weren’t very nice, and not because they made real mistakes. In other words, it’s more important for a doctor to be polite and funny than to be good at what they do (according to my book and its statistics la). My eye specialist saw me for 5-8 minutes, and he and the hospital earned 380 bucks for that. I want to become a nice specialist!

 

I hope tomorrow’s a sunny day. I want to go eat fish and chips by the beach. :(

 

In life, we occasionally stumble upon strange people who tell all sorts of stories or lies, be it to seek attention or due to some sort of mental illness (perhaps? I dunno). I would like to think that these people do not intentionally refuse to tell the truth, they somehow do it by habit, thinking that they have not been found out and never will be. And if it makes the story interesting or makes them look better somehow, why not?

We have to admit that we all tell lies once in a while. A white lie; to get out of trouble, to avoid hurting someone else’s feelings or to get out of an unwanted situation. So what do you do when you have become friends with and have started to trust someone who actually has a habit of lying? A person whose words are naturally fabricated or exaggerated all the time for no good reason at all?

You stay away, that’s what. They do it not only to you, but to everyone around them. The little mendacities do not mean much, but because of their insignificance, other people will believe them and remember. Why would someone lie about what they had for lunch? Or about a remark an acquaintance made about a movie? It seems pointless, but overtime, the lies get bigger and they make a bigger impression on what or who the lies are about. And sooner or later, it becomes tiresome, exasperating to a certain point where you want to scream at the liar but you can’t, because there’s always that argument of why you didn’t correct him/her the first time a fib slipped out of his/her mouth.

I’ve came across only 2 kinds of compulsive liars in my life, the first kind is the one that lies about anything and everything just for the sake of lying.

Fact: She bought a pair of gold high-heeled shoes.
Lie: She bought a gold sequined handbag.

Makes no sense at all, but trust me, I’ve come across people who tell stories like that if you haven’t. The second kind is the one that likes to tell stories about other people, things or events; blown out of proportion and exaggerated, complimented by little fabricated add-ons along the way. I’m guessing it makes them a better story-teller, or somehow the person gets carried away and caught up in the moment when telling stories ALL THE TIME. And people like to listen to bizarre stories, don’t they?

Fact: B got into the first class in his school, and as his dad had to move jobs, he ended up in a not-as-good school far away from his old school.
Lie: B was so lazy he got kicked out from school so he had to go to a bad school because no one else would accept him, so his mum cried and even bribed the bad school to take him in.

Completely blown out of proportion, although the basis of the story is still there; B changed schools and he went to a worse school. Haha, get it?

I’ve only came across a handful of these sort of people in my life, and I honestly think that they do not mean to lie or to hurt. Tendency is what it is, and tendency is what it will remain as. They will never stop, or at least find it incredibly difficult to stop. But if they’re found out, they should try. I mean, otherwise they’re just being plain stupid. Someone is going to tell someone else and eventually, the pieces of the puzzle will not fit. The only ones that will are the ones that form to spell out “YOU ARE A LIAR.”

My point is that being friends with someone who tells lies more than a normal person would is very, very hard. I like to think that friendship is really like a game of Jenga. It is built up and structured on little portions of trust and loyalty that we gather along the way. Every time someone you have already considered a friend lies, a portion of that trust is taken away, leaving gaps in the friendship and eventually leading it to instability and insecurity before it falls to the ground.

Try not to lie or tell stories that aren’t entirely true. People will eventually build a wall to protect themselves from you. Telling a lie once in a while is only human, but telling lies till you forget the truth and start to believe your own lies, that makes you… lost.

*Eh, this is not about a particular person or some current happening. I'm speaking in general of how I feel about people I've come across in life; in school, college, and in university, who compulsively lie. I've wanted to write about this for some time now.