Sunday, March 12, 2006

I like people-watching.

Especially on long journeys home on the MRT, I like to observe passengers - their fashion sense (or lack thereof, =X), their facial expressions, their little actions, and what each might possibly mean. I'd try to imagine what type of houses they live in, what kind of lives they lead, what type of personality they have. It's quite fun, really.

Sometimes, time consuming as it is, I like to sit down and watch people pass by, especially in busy junctions. You know the feeling of watching the rest of the world rushing about, but yet you remain a passive spectator, uninvolved in this mad whirlpool of activities.

But of course this hobby is not without its perils. For one, prolonged staring at some people (especially ahbengs and the likes), might provoke offense and result in undesirable consequences.

Alot go through my mind all the time, and much as I'd like to put it all down in words or otherwise, it's inadequate to express them accurately, due to lack of abilities perhaps.

Sometimes, I talk to myself (mentally of course). OK maybe not sometimes, but all the time. Not because there is no one else to talk to, but because... hmm I don't think there's a need for me to offer any explanations; it's just a personal choice.

They key is to know how to cover your eccentricities well.

writing at 1:01 PM

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