7th Sense

Jun Jie: Who did you hear from?

Dhaifina: I heard it with my OWN eyes!

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Jun Jie: You heard with your what?!

I was at the Central Library doing my project proposal today because both Starbucks at Raffles City are way too crowded. Then there was this over-sized lady who chose a seat next to me. Not only does her ginormous laptop produce a sound like the engine of Airbus A380, it even emits radar sound during a period of time.

I was all, HELL WOMAN, MUTE THOSE SPEAKERS WOULD YOU?, and she was all, WHERE IS THE SPACESHIP? WHERE IS THE SPACESHIP? WHERE IS THE SPACESHIP?. She looked like she’s in depression. With her head low and her hair pouring over her head, she kept eating candy and she mumbles to herself.

Then out of the blue moon, her laptop let out some alien sound as if the radar had identified some sort of spaceship. I swear to God, everyone looked at her. I stared at her, no less.

I am not afraid to stare at people, after all, I once stared at a depression lady who whipped out kitchen knife on the train. AND another my-younger-brother’s-age-kind-of-guy who kept sratching and touching his crotch. I can survive all these — definitely, maybe.

Weird people are taking control these days.