Lost lost me within the first 15 mins of its pilot -- yup, we in SG are that slow sometimes -- and never looked back. Wouldn't have watched it if not for my colleague's begging me to tape it for him. Well, it was back-to-back episodes and it seemed to have caused such hoo-hah in the US, so I stayed tuned. It got better halfway through, I must say, I think mostly owing to Hawaii's magnificent scenery. Then back to bad. Then worse.

Never watched any more episodes until last night -- was it the fourth or the fifth? It was still bad. I still couldn't stand the doc. And that Kate lady. And pretty much everyone else except the fat guy. Oh, and the lab.

Speaking of people I can't stand, fine lines really are everywhere, aren't they? Between being critical and being judgmental. Between being helpful and being condescending. Between being funny and being an A-class-hole. I'll leave the examples to you guys.

Now, I recently read an interesting book. Take a look at these sentences below and see if you can crack a smile or two.

"I'm not wearing my wedding ring," I said with abandon.

"I'm the presenter of The South Bank Show," Melvyn bragged.

"Your files are undone," was the zippy rejoinder.

Got it? No? Tell you a secret, it took me the whole 10 mins before I did; must watch more Miss Universe finalists, I guess.

Source? Well, to steal from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research. Oh, all right. It's Eats, Shites, and Leaves by A. Parody. Nice pseudonym there, Antal.

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