It's not that hard to do a good deed a day. All you have to do is play your Nokia N-Gage at top volume in the MRT in total oblivion. Well, that certainly helped to rouse my spirits on a day when noon torpor was threatening to set in. I was almost dozing off in my seat when this nice young gentleman got in the train and fiddled with his console. He must have been hard of hearing, because even my deaf duck could hear every click, boom and whistle made by his gun-toting virtual hero.
I must admit that most of the time, my duck declines to take concrete steps to show its appreciation to individuals who help make public transport a much livelier experience (as I usually expect to alight pretty soon, or simply move my duck elsewhere), but this slender sir's tonal intensity was such that it was altogether difficult to ignore (you know, at a level at which you can't shut it out and pretend it's background noise). So my duck erupted in a quacking fury which roughly translates to mean: "Shut that thing up or go play your miserable game at home..." I felt rather bad then, as the message clearly took some time before it sank into his thickened skull.
Deciding that such an episode deserves to be immortalised, I whipped up my little camera and made a model out of him. He was admirably modest and publicity shy, demanding with dilated pupils: "You better delete that photo ah! It's my picture you know!" I stuck to my duck and stood sat my ground, giving him instead the rare privilege of an intense glare that said: "Don't you dare... do have a nice day!" I am not too sure if he had one though, for he stomped and punched the train door on his way out at his destination. What a rare pleasure to meet a guy who's not afraid to express his emotions!! His mother must be soooo proud of him!
why you keep changing your title O_O"
Posted by: monkey | 03 November 2005 at 04:36 PM