- tv mobile at its best - i was on the beloved 113 busride on my way to dhobyghaut, where i was planning to catch a movie and buy "groceries" with my beloved jieshi. we were just talking, being ourselves, minding our own biznazzes, WHEN i happened to catch my first glimpses of the subject matter of one of the few weird/random/absurd (your pick) observations/fascinations i talked about earlier on. this subject matter in question, is in fact none other than our typical middle-aged- semi-old heartlander we young people normally refer (affectionately, mind you) to as "aunty". this aunty i'm talking about, looked like any other we'd normally see on buses and trains, surprisingly engrossed with the pixel-ated, stuttering images on tv mobile, while holding onto a billion environmentally murderous red plastic bags like their lives depended on them. except, this aunty, was exceptional in the sense that in her fascination (with tv mobile, i should think), her body drastically reduced the conventional healthy frequency of blinking one's eyes. in the 15 mins or so that 113 normally takes to arrive at kovan mrt station, this aunty failed to blink for a good few minutes in separate intervals. she was SO literally unblinkingly focused on the tv screen i began to worry about her eyes (which, btw, were huge. and it didn't help that they were also magnified by her reading glasses). the best thing was, she didn't seem to feel it. i THOUGHT i saw her eyes welling up after awhile, but her lids persevered and in many of those few minute intervals, she watched, without at all blinking. i was so perturbed by the issue that i even contemplated the possibility of sharing the exact same blinking patterns as the aunty, meaning, i thought that whenever i blinked, she did too, possibly explaining the apparent lack of eyelid activity. but no, it was all her, and i have jieshi to back this up for me.
- anger management? - so after catching our movie, jieshi and i settled down at the al fresco section of starbucks at dg, sipping our hot chocolates (and dipping her lollipop into her drink, in jieshi's case) , not really minding our own busniesses, people watching. anyway, halfway through our chill-out session, we noticed this funky (she was bald?half-bald?had VERY short hair?) "aunty" sitting at the corner of our section. see, there was this other lady touting around the area, trying to get people to purchase some thing to help "support the livelihoods of the old" (i shall comment about this incident another time), which was very dubious in itself, so basically no one really paid attention. point is, this unnamed lady decided to take a stab in the dark, and approached our funky "aunty", who was enjoying a session of chiling-out herself, reading the papers all. but unlike most of the public's meek attempts at brushing characters like these off, this aunty said in a semi-loud voice (plus pretty large gestures) that suggested that if this unnamed lady continued to tout, she'd alert the management at PS. feisty, right? BUT, no, the following incident was what took the cake. (this was what jieshi and i pieced together after, cus we were previously busy making the observation that singaporean guys get their bags from only three brands - crumpler, NUM [ew] and deuter) there was this garbage collector who approached the aunty, probably to ask if he could collect her cup. somehow, in doing so, he set off a fuse and this aunty got to her feet, and began violently hurling expletives (in a variety of languages and dialects, also involving family members and body parts) at the garbage collector, launching into what was a rather pro-longed exchange of swear words and curses, which really shed no light on what warranted the blow-out.(i found myself acquiring newfound insights into the extent of our racial integration after the incident, after they both displayed good grasps of curses in languages i never thought the other would've understood) anyway the entire incident ended with the ENTIRE area standing around watching, as the aunty launched herself periodically at the garbage collector and possibly hitting him with her newspapers (the pillar was blocking her at times), until staff from starbucks and cafe cartel were mobilised to settle the issue.
- scream - while watching horror flicks in cinemas, cinema-goers tend to reach climatic tension at the strangest, least (or less) horrifying/shocking/climatic scenes. we were watching orphanage and there was this scene that triggered off a series of screams, which was really quite strange cus the audience literally burst out laughing after screaming. i know, strange right? but i admit to grabbing jieshi at one of the stranger, less scary scenes too. hahahaha.
final conclusion, the heartlands are where the love's at. (:
posted by kallynn @ 4:41 PM
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