People Watch

I dub this man: Anthony Veeramuthu

I shall locate him at: Blk 855 Yishun Central

 

Tall, Dark and Hairy. First words that popped into my head when I saw him. He was sitting at void deck in
Ang Mo kio. He was holding a Baran’s strong brew bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He was smoking and drinking at the same time. He was wearing a grey long sleeved shirt, but his sleeves were folded up. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, showing a lot of grey untamed chest hair. He was wearing black pants and they looked worn out. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was covered with facial hair, all grey in colour as well. I would fathom a guess at his age being around 45. He has a long scar on his right hand. He looked aimless.

 

I watched this man for about 15 mins. I was just sitting there, pretending to be waiting for someone. He himself, looked like he was waiting for someone. He was drinking barons strong brew straight from the bottle, one sip and a puff of the cigarette. He inhaled the smoke through his mouth and exhaled through his nose.

 

As I watched him, he took out a cellular telephone and punched in a few numbers. He then put it to his ear. He waited a while. Suddenly he shouts into the phone. He is speaking tamil. I, fortunately, understood him. He was asking his friend on the phone if he had spotted a guy he had been looking for. And he went on about what he would do if he caught the guy. At this moment I realized that this man was an Indian gangster. I was afraid. I left the place as discretely as I possibly could. I didn’t want to be around him when he was drunk. He might take me for the person he wants dead and finish me off. I wish I had stayed a bit longer, he was a interesting person.

 

 

 

 

I call this lady Hanh Phu’c Tran.

She lives, according to me, in Ang Mo Kio, street 12.

 

I am at the location now. At a deluded place somewhere in Bishan. This lady does not know I am looking at her. I believe I am very well hidden. I am typing into my laptop as I am looking a t her. She is talking into her cell phone. I cannot hear a single thing. I don’t think she speaking any language I would understand anyway. She appears to be Vietnamese or a Filipina. She is wearing a horizontal striped t-shirt and a pair of brown shorts. She must be a foreign worker. She sitting all alone in the dark taking away. She is holding on to a plastic bag. I shall change my location to get a better view of her.

 

OK! I am at a better place. I can see her clearer now. She is still talking into her cell. She now has one hand in her plastic bag. She is playing with something inside. She is not taking it out. She looks into the bag. She increases her voice. And she looks into the bag again. She takes her hand out. I have no idea what she is doing. This seem like I am a private eye, doing a stake out. This is so cool. Target is not moving. OH, by the way, she has her hair tied back into a pony tail. She seems to be about 26, but I am bad at guessing age. She is still talking. She finally hangs up now. She stands up. She stretches. She is looking around. I must duck. OK. She didn’t see me. I think. She takes her plastic bag and walks off. Should I follow her? Yes. I shall. She walks and walks to a void deck. There is another woman sitting there. The Vietnamese woman gives this woman the plastic bag and leaves. I am curious to as what is in the bag. The other woman draws out the stuff in the plastic bag. CDs.. How disappointing. I was expecting some dope deal to be going down. But no. She was just a normal innocent woman. Investigation over.