You've Got Mail! or ...and Then There Were Two

Walking past a block of flats, it was the time when the postman came by to make the daily mail delivery to the mailboxes.

Only this time it wasn't a postman. It was a "postwoman". Well, a part-time middle-aged lady employeed by SingPost (an auntie la!).

And then there were two of them.

The other "postwoman" looked to be of a smaller build than the middle-aged lady. Much younger, with a dark complexion that obviously wasn't caused by the sun, she stood some distance away from the first post-holding a stack of mail.

There was only 1 bicycle in sight that was holding the mail.

PS: I wonder who was the one who walked to make the mail deliveries. The younger "postwoman" looked to be the domestic helper of the middle-aged lady, if you ask me.

On The Bus #25... or The Rich Bitch

So there was this old woman who got onto the bus. She boarded the bus and attempted to pay for the fare with coins. She handed the coins to the bus driver.

The bus driver looked puzzled and pointed to the coin box instead.

After payment for her fare, she took a seat. The bus rolled along a a pretty decent speed.

The bus whizzed past one of the bus stops along its route. The old woman shouted in Mandarin, "Hey hey, I want to get off lah! I want you to stop here!"

The bus had already overshot the bus-stop by approximately 50 metres. The bus driver was bounded by the company policy, and didn't intend to stop.

He told her nicely, "You have to press the bell if you want the bus to stop."

The old woman retorted, "But I have no hands to press it with!" She was holding a bunch of plastic bags, and wasn't seated anywhere near a bell. The bus driver sensed her anger, and pulled into a parking bay for maintenance vehicles, and opened the door for her to get off. She got off the bus and stared at the bus driver as if he was the one who pissed her off deliberately.

Points to note:

• The nearest bell would be within reach if she just stood up.
• She did not make any attempt to press the bell after the bus passed by the last bus stop, although there was approximately 5-6 seconds for her to do that.
• 50 metres may not seem too far, but take note that some bus stops are situated within 50 metres away from the next crossroads/junction.

Ah yes, one last one before I forget. She had a head full of white hair of which there were signs of it being dyed golden brown. Not black, mind you.

The Local Movie Crowd or Spiderman 3

This film will never win an Oscar's. This film will never make it to the Greatest Films of All Time. This film will never be held in high regard by the AFI. This film will not be remembered as a classic film 50 years later.

Why then, are there so many locals who flock to the cinema just to watch this ordinary film, with tickets being sold out as early as 3 days before premieres?

Is it because the local movie crowd lacks the art of film appreciation?

Is it because the local movie crowd view movie-going as a pure form of entertainment, with no regards to whether the film is going to be a good or bad one?

Is it because the local movie crowd, being made up of the younger generation, only knows how to appreciate "superficial" films that target their generation?

The answer is, yes, yes and yes.