I guess all of us, at one point or another, will lose some self-awareness, and our voices are probably louder than necessary in the environment where we are in.
When I am in a good mood, I reckon, I have a tendency to to talk louder than usual, but I quickly become aware of the environment, calm my voice down, and back to my original introspective self in a matter of seconds.
Last evening, I was at Guardian Pharmacy, getting some prescription drugs for my parents. There were two Ah Lians in their late 30s going by the “glorious” varicose veins ~ most likely Singaporeans judging by their rudimentary spoken English, coupled with Singlish accent ~ nattering loudly arguing whether SK2, Kose, or Laneige is a better product for face care. It went on for a while as if Donald Trump has spent a night with Hilary Clinton and announced to his injudicious supporters that she has dry, wrinkled and craggy skin
The other day at the MRT underground walkway at NEX, an “aunty looking” woman was screaming at the top of her voice, with much rancour and toxic salivating venom droplets towards her son (probably around 8 to 10 years old), vilifying him for a "crime" he had committed. It turned out that her son had forgotten to bring out his Transit Link concession pass.
Many times in the train, I see folks of all ages, colour, gender and nationality screaming into their mobile phone oblivious to the excruciating reverberations that their dreadful voice is causing to my ears and the auricles of other sane commuters.
These “Loud Speakers” seem to have a natural immunity to stares and gawks as well. Sometimes, I hope that a drunk malaria-phobic schizophrenic after consuming excessive Gin & Tonic, throws his/her shoes at them and start a hullabaloo on board the train. I will coolly whip out my handheld, film the whole bout and circulate proudly on their behalf on social media.
Then, there will be some passengers, usually those dark skinned PMETs, who will treat the MRT like a mobile phone walkabout zone. They would scream deafeningly towards their handheld and pacing round the exit areas of the train like some sort of circus animals. I am sure they must have felt an excruciating urge to feel important, needing the affirmation from strangers ~ that they are a bigwig discussing some multibillion deal on the handheld in an MRT train.
I have been observing these public “Loud Speakers” for some time now and thought I share this on a sunny and superhot TGIF Friday, inking this piece before I start my real work.
Well, I guess these “Croaking Amplifiers” have poor upbringing. Their grandparents probably shouted at their parents and the parents shouted at them, and they continue this heinous shouting at their children. It then goes on down their DNA cycle, synthesising and photosynthesising their genetic character and temperament for future generations ~ with a higher propensity to talk loudly in public.
‘Nuff bitching for now, I need to get back to work. Have an awesome Friday, guys. TGIF
When I am in a good mood, I reckon, I have a tendency to to talk louder than usual, but I quickly become aware of the environment, calm my voice down, and back to my original introspective self in a matter of seconds.
Last evening, I was at Guardian Pharmacy, getting some prescription drugs for my parents. There were two Ah Lians in their late 30s going by the “glorious” varicose veins ~ most likely Singaporeans judging by their rudimentary spoken English, coupled with Singlish accent ~ nattering loudly arguing whether SK2, Kose, or Laneige is a better product for face care. It went on for a while as if Donald Trump has spent a night with Hilary Clinton and announced to his injudicious supporters that she has dry, wrinkled and craggy skin
The other day at the MRT underground walkway at NEX, an “aunty looking” woman was screaming at the top of her voice, with much rancour and toxic salivating venom droplets towards her son (probably around 8 to 10 years old), vilifying him for a "crime" he had committed. It turned out that her son had forgotten to bring out his Transit Link concession pass.
Many times in the train, I see folks of all ages, colour, gender and nationality screaming into their mobile phone oblivious to the excruciating reverberations that their dreadful voice is causing to my ears and the auricles of other sane commuters.
These “Loud Speakers” seem to have a natural immunity to stares and gawks as well. Sometimes, I hope that a drunk malaria-phobic schizophrenic after consuming excessive Gin & Tonic, throws his/her shoes at them and start a hullabaloo on board the train. I will coolly whip out my handheld, film the whole bout and circulate proudly on their behalf on social media.
Then, there will be some passengers, usually those dark skinned PMETs, who will treat the MRT like a mobile phone walkabout zone. They would scream deafeningly towards their handheld and pacing round the exit areas of the train like some sort of circus animals. I am sure they must have felt an excruciating urge to feel important, needing the affirmation from strangers ~ that they are a bigwig discussing some multibillion deal on the handheld in an MRT train.
I have been observing these public “Loud Speakers” for some time now and thought I share this on a sunny and superhot TGIF Friday, inking this piece before I start my real work.
Well, I guess these “Croaking Amplifiers” have poor upbringing. Their grandparents probably shouted at their parents and the parents shouted at them, and they continue this heinous shouting at their children. It then goes on down their DNA cycle, synthesising and photosynthesising their genetic character and temperament for future generations ~ with a higher propensity to talk loudly in public.
‘Nuff bitching for now, I need to get back to work. Have an awesome Friday, guys. TGIF
