If one isn't enough, make it double.

I was made to believe that I'm stranded in the middle of a noisy wet market. And with every direction I turned, there's no escaping from the expectionally high decibels.


"Aunteee! That pig meat arh. That one!!"
"No lah, you see theess is more good."

-snaps out-

That wasn't wet market. Sandwiched between two decibels-producing fellow colleagues who could easily win (hands down) the 'Classic Auntie Behaviour - Model of the Century', I had no choice but to plug into my earphones and blast my eardrums with Christina Aguilera; I just thought this is a more preferred method to go deaf.

Nonetheless, one good thing came out of the situation, I silently swore to myself never ever to turn into one of those typical aunties. Not even at age 55. -cringes-

And yes, one of them is actually 4 years younger than me. Talk about aging prematurely.