my quiet friday

i have come to the realisation that i love to eavesdrop. i wish i can just sit around do nothing but eavesdrop without having to pretend to do something. as i type this, i am huddled in a corner at the starbucks near my house on a friday night having a spot of much-needed hazelnut vanilla latte and utilising free internet. i just felt like it- dinner was too much to be lying around at home. meanwhile, the patrons around me are congregated in groups indulging in lighthearted banter- a group of three middle-aged women discussing the perks of oxygen facials and dental treatments, a couple at my 12-o-clock sitting side by side, arms occassionally touching, indulging in an intimate tete-a-tete. i dont get these depressed and forlorn looking couples sometimes. most look as if they are flaunting their bout of unhappiness and reveling in that twisted kind of quasi-sorrowful atmosphere, as if they are embroiled in some sort of tortured love narrative. UGHH. to my left is this group of church-going, middle-class adults. dominated mainly by the fat and rather dismal looking guy in spectacles(as always), their conversation swings from church activities to taekwando to other things i cannot quite catch as the noise level steadily accelerates. i just heard someone in the group utter 'fightclub' and then 'ter kua'. funny. i like listening to other people's conversations. i was almost tempted to join in the oxygen facial exchange as i had just gone for one earlier in the day. the joint is closing at 11, in 3 minutes time but it sounds and feels as if the night was just beginning- what with the coffee machines still sounding, the music more lively than ever and a few people streaming in with their fresh drinks. the coffee in my cup is reduced to a dilute concoction of what-once-was and perhaps i should be leaving soon, when the the shop decides to close. when i go home, i shall continue with my half-watched 'motorcycle diaries'- played out in that delicious spanish with that hot dude. okay now that fat guy is talkin about a half-french, half japanese girl and then 'chickens' in singapore. my ears are plugged in.

okay goodnight.

(that title was deliberate in its intention to sound like some secondary school essay title.)