queue-rage

Ussually, when I write my blog, the events have been sitting in my head for at least 2 days, I make it a habit so as to write with as much objectivity as possible.
But today's events warant a special treatment.

I went to Singapore's biggest mall today to catch a movie (yes, I went alone), after I book a ticket from the internet. As I arrive at the mall, no less than 4 ppl have step on the back of my slippers. Crowded, full of bodies, I think nothing of it. Nevertheless, I was slightly irritated.

When I get to the cinema, it was 1 hr before the movie supposed to start, and I joined the queue to collect my ticket.Turns out, it was 30 minutes before I can collect my ticket!!. There were only about 8 or so ppl ahead of me, so I have no idea what caused the wait, coz when I reached the counter, the service is good, and person who served us realize that its peak time, thus he is very efficient.
It was a good thing that I booked the ticket in advance otherwise I will have to join the regular ticket counter which spilled to a good 6 meter from the counter!

Anyway, as there is not enough time for me to get a nibble out of the cinema, I decided to grab something from the cinema cafe. So I joined {another} queue for my hotdog and cola. As I moved up the line, suddenly there is this banshee-like screech from my right "IIIEEEEE!!! EXCUSE ME!!!!!!!" I quickly realized that I've cut the queue. I offered my apology and step back behind her. But that didn;t stop her to stare me up with an expression I'll-tackle-you-down-you-b***h!
Hello..!!! who's fault was that, when she is not keeping the line at the queue while stuck to her boyfriend like a leech?!?!!?!!
And for godsake its only a line for popcorn and not the last of the food ratio!!....I did offered my apology and she was not even gracious enough to accept it. Someone did not "get-it" last night..

This afternoon accident with queue-ing has a precedent the day before. I was shopping at a book store, and as I finishing up paying at the cashier, a guy step up next to me to pay for his purchases. I was suprised and said "sir, I think there is a queue" and he replied "But,there is no one behind you" in an insulted tone. I quickly turn around and the 2 french ladies were no longer there. I assumed they forgotten something and abandoned the line. I told him as much and he said "I beg your pardon" with an undertone of "don't-simply-accuse-people".

EH!?

In the end, after the movie, I went shopping. But, since it was 2 accidents, I think I'll need a second shopping expedition tomorrow.

If any of you guys ever heard me suggesting that we catch a movie at the same mall again, you may knock me unconcious and tied me to the nearest lamp post.

Rojak

Ok, this is not about food, but more of a collection of blog that I wanted to "dump" this once, without different title ,.. so here goes;

There is a new guy at the office, he is one of my country-men and while we were chatting, I found out that he is one of the many families that has been devastated during our country's riot. He claims that his family no longer has a house due to destruction by the rioters, and now he is in singapore, his brother and sister is still back home, but his parents are seeking asylum in US.
He himself has left our home country right after he graduated and ever since has become "nomad" like me.
During my bus ride to home, I am pondering his situation, and in comparison, I guess we should be grateful that what we lost then, can be replaced, unlike his lost of family which is quite impossible to replace (his parents can not ever return home or even visit, once they have been granted citizenship under the US scheme, and I can tell that by the whole experience, he will not be returning home any time soon, lets say 30 years)

Went to another movie last weekend, this time is the animation "Happy Feet" .....
hm,.....(thinking of putting the experience to words)..............................................................................
To put it shortly, we have been entertained by the dancing penquins as much as we were entertained by the dancing audience.
There were a lot of kiddies among the parents, and most of them were stomping and jumping in their seats to the tunes of dear mumble!!

Currently listening to Earl Klugh's "wishful thinking".............................................................