People Watching
I've been productive this morning. Thanks to mum for the sleep-early suggestion. I woke at 5 and tossed till 8. hurhurhur.
BUT, I printed all the research method lectures and wasted copious amounts of paper and ink. Whee.
I was extremely amused and disgusted when dear cuzzy wrote about her MRT experience. People watching runs in the family; enjoy the exerpt below and i hope you will not relish it as much as I did in falling off my chair in gales of laughter. It's disgusting.
"On the train ride home, I was observing the people on the train as usual. This 20-30ish guy caught my attention(it's not what you think it is). He came onto the train at Bedok, and started digging his nose explicitly. "Fine," I thought. "It's part of human nature anyway, maybe he's just more liberal."Then suddenly, he dug his booger out of his fingernail and put it into his mouth and... consumed it.Throughout the entire train ride, from Bedok to Tampines, he kept digging and eating, digging and eating. I was so appalled, I thought, "Gosh, at the rate he's going, he's definitely going to get his fist stuck in there sooner or later.""
EW! Fortunately, I've had a good people watching week. The ice rink is the best ever place to watch people. I enjoy the skating as much for the ice as for the people on it. The girl with the belly button ring hanging out so large you feared for her safety while she skated, the sweet couples twirling together, the crazy group of girls trying to keep balance and the numerous parents with their video cams.
It wasn't so much them, really, that caught my eye. (I can use that phrase because I, like you, do not suffer from low latent inhibition. So there, Wentworth Miller. I think you're hot. drooldrool.) It was the kid in the spiderman suit ready to jump onto the ice that drew my attention. He came up to me and asked, "Have you ever been ice skating before?" I nodded. "Have you?" He smiled and said, "Nope, but it sure looks fun." I introduced myself properly and we hopped on the ice. He's a walker, that kid, with enough spunk to inspire an army of grown men. Falling down about 5 times in a row was no big; wet from head to toe, he carried on. Occasionally we would meet, and he'd trot hurriedly to keep up with me on his little blue skates. (He doesnt skate on skates. He trots.) His daddy gave up teaching him to slide, and let him trot on, videoing him all the while. Good memories, I thought. His Father's love was apparant; I remember feeling the same way when daddy brought me roller blading.
The other person that caught my eye was a purple shirted guy with a goatee. Tall chap who never really learned the secret of leaning forward. Flailing arms and many attempts to regain composure. There was something about him that reminded me of Jeevs, but that was more his look than him demeanour. I smiled when he took his kid to the benches for comforting after a bit of a fall. Nice man, he.
Gotta run; late for class! MUACK.
I've been productive this morning. Thanks to mum for the sleep-early suggestion. I woke at 5 and tossed till 8. hurhurhur.
BUT, I printed all the research method lectures and wasted copious amounts of paper and ink. Whee.
I was extremely amused and disgusted when dear cuzzy wrote about her MRT experience. People watching runs in the family; enjoy the exerpt below and i hope you will not relish it as much as I did in falling off my chair in gales of laughter. It's disgusting.
"On the train ride home, I was observing the people on the train as usual. This 20-30ish guy caught my attention(it's not what you think it is). He came onto the train at Bedok, and started digging his nose explicitly. "Fine," I thought. "It's part of human nature anyway, maybe he's just more liberal."Then suddenly, he dug his booger out of his fingernail and put it into his mouth and... consumed it.Throughout the entire train ride, from Bedok to Tampines, he kept digging and eating, digging and eating. I was so appalled, I thought, "Gosh, at the rate he's going, he's definitely going to get his fist stuck in there sooner or later.""
EW! Fortunately, I've had a good people watching week. The ice rink is the best ever place to watch people. I enjoy the skating as much for the ice as for the people on it. The girl with the belly button ring hanging out so large you feared for her safety while she skated, the sweet couples twirling together, the crazy group of girls trying to keep balance and the numerous parents with their video cams.
It wasn't so much them, really, that caught my eye. (I can use that phrase because I, like you, do not suffer from low latent inhibition. So there, Wentworth Miller. I think you're hot. drooldrool.) It was the kid in the spiderman suit ready to jump onto the ice that drew my attention. He came up to me and asked, "Have you ever been ice skating before?" I nodded. "Have you?" He smiled and said, "Nope, but it sure looks fun." I introduced myself properly and we hopped on the ice. He's a walker, that kid, with enough spunk to inspire an army of grown men. Falling down about 5 times in a row was no big; wet from head to toe, he carried on. Occasionally we would meet, and he'd trot hurriedly to keep up with me on his little blue skates. (He doesnt skate on skates. He trots.) His daddy gave up teaching him to slide, and let him trot on, videoing him all the while. Good memories, I thought. His Father's love was apparant; I remember feeling the same way when daddy brought me roller blading.
The other person that caught my eye was a purple shirted guy with a goatee. Tall chap who never really learned the secret of leaning forward. Flailing arms and many attempts to regain composure. There was something about him that reminded me of Jeevs, but that was more his look than him demeanour. I smiled when he took his kid to the benches for comforting after a bit of a fall. Nice man, he.
Gotta run; late for class! MUACK.
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