laundry job.

Friday - laundry job.

My view during the break time, as i hide away to read "The time traveller's wife"

Im currently at my job at nex. Surprisingly, as much as I loathe doing laundry, I find solace in the piles of clothes that have gathered here against their will. Sometimes I look at the tags and read the names of those who have placed them in this storeroom of sorts. I analyze their handwritings, how they write their "0"s, their "6"s, their "5"s. And I realize that it's unique. This leads me to think about how homogeneous we always say our society is.

We say "the media assumes that the audience is homogeneous", and that "many times, society has a homogeneous attitude towards" a said issue. When you get to the bottom of it, our lives, no matte how similar, are completely and contrastingly different. What we go through, what we hear; see, all affect the way we act and react to things.

I type all this as I listen to the hum drum of one of the older ladies chatting to the others in fluent Cantonese. The idea that a bunch of sounds could be understandable to some but not to others intrigues me. I hear what they say, every word, yet I dont know what they're saying at all. Maybe one day I'll have the privilege of having that language. But for now, I'm content with English.

I sit, reading "the time traveller's wife" and am immediately taken to another era. Where claire and Henry met. In the meadow, by the oak tree claire draws henry as he sits for her. It's slightly humorous, Henry pops out of no where, as naked as the day he was born, and tells a little 6 year old claire to get him some coffee. As far as i know, her patience is something wonderful and rare. Not every often do we see people waiting years for their lover, my observations have lead me to believe the average "dating" period is 3-4 years, much shorter than the 10 years my parents dated for. oh well. just a thought then.

Hours pass, people come and go, some asking for discounts on their already discounted items, others pulling wool over their own eyes, telling themselves they can fit into a size 12 when they're a size 13. Again, the thought of these people being part of a three dimensional spectrum of characters comes to mind. When you think about it, everyone does have a story, their lives a huge theatrical production, in which others make brief appearances. The storylines overlap, making main characters look like cameos in some situations.

 I guess, this is life.

We have to remember that while our own dramatic productions of life are compelling stories of "hardships, truth and the importance of love", other stories are equally edgy, inspiring and  yet full of loopholes and paradoxes.

Life is a major motion picture,but it's up to the main character to write it.

Maybe at some point i'll proof read this and get all the little kinks and weird ideas out of this, but maybe not. You'll have to forgive me for the weird changes in topics. Just a thought i guess.

Best wishes,
Audrey

weird face of the week, featuring the OBS girls.
(and Raffles City's toilet mirror)
love you guys. <3