A few days ago, I happened to read through a rather interesting blogpost of a friend which deserves mention here.
The topic? Of Gentlemen and Breasts.
No, really.
I'll spare her the shame fame of having her name mentioned here, 'cause I don't know if she'll take offense at this. If you're reading this SL, rest assured I'm not making fun of you =)
No, really.
It was an epic tale of the noble acts of chivalry, thought to be long extinct by this fair maiden. This particular tale spoke of two heroic knights on board the much abhorred Keretapi Tanah Melayu, who sacrificed their thrones to two women.
In the words of this fair maiden herself, "Honestly, that took me by surprise. Cos in all my life, I have never personally witnessed such a noble deed. I mean, we all know what should be done, in principle. But how many of us actually do it?"
So much for the gentlemen part of it. As for the breast part of the title, I'll leave it to the reader's imagination.
Yup, we all know what should be done. We've learned that since the moment we entered primary school. Its just ironic that nearly everything I learned in moral classes for over a decade in my life is the exact opposite of what I learned from lessons by the people of Bolehland.
One thing which amuses me is the thought of how much courage it takes to do what everyone knows everyone should do. Countless times in my life I found myself in situations where I am in the position to offer my seat to someone who needs it more than I do, and countless times I was overtaken by this irrational fear of being seen doing something that should be done. Its not something I'm proud of, but that's what I did.
Its funny how God works sometimes.
I read this post yesterday. I thought about it this morning, before I boarded the dratted train up north. Two hours later, an old woman with wrinkled skin and luggage had boarded the train at the UKM station and stood directly in front of where I was comfortably sitting.
