It's a cruel story, Wheat. No conceivable happy ending whatsoever.
Not exactly the kind of uplifting film someone'd want to watch after being stood up. For a second time. By the same person.
To exacerbate matters - receiving an immediate and loudly delivered review as the credits roll and the lights come up. The arrogance of cinema-goers these days! Everyone's an expert - except they were brought up on a healthy diet of Hollywood blockbusters and idol dramas. This somehow makes their opinions grate on the ears. I beat a hasty retreat. Of course it wasn't because one of the voices sounded like a colleague of mine. Of course I didn't swivel around to check if it was in fact him as I scurried out of the cinema.
The following day, I am up bright and early at 7.30 in the morning, and got to work by 9am. I haven't realised I've missed the morning air and the morning sun, and all the things that used to be a daily fixture when I worked 10pm to 6am.
Unfortunately, one day on 9 to 6 is quite enough to get reacquainted with everything else I dislike about it.
I do love to nap on the bus, but the Malay girl directly behind me was whispering sweet nothings to someone on the phone. "Don't embarrass me, I'm on the bus," and such. My ride was more than half over by the time she hung up.
But not a minute later, she was whispering sweet nothings to someone else on the phone. A different fellow, I presume. "I want to know how she feels about you." "What do you call her and what does she call you?" "I want to know what you talk about." And she kept repeating this stuff several times, either because of a poor connection, noise or because the person on the other end was employing evasive tactics. Devil help the unwitting commuters. Alternatively, how about a person playing heavy metal loudly on his ipod?
Oh, that reminds me - I'll finally be able to escape from waking up to construction racket in exactly a week. For 10 days, at least. If I'm lucky, I won't be swept away by a flood in the Mekong Delta. It's the season for getting caught in a storm in the middle of a run and ending up like a drowned rat. Oh happy days! I'm going to take pictures of the storks. I'm going to bring a big hat do they don't shit on my head.
