Wednesday, June 24, 2009/10:49 PM
on my way home today, I realised something that perhaps, normal people wouldn't see. I don't really know why, but it just occured to me that the atmosphere in a bus resembles one of a social scene.
When you hop on a bus when its empty, you're most likely to get a seat unless you're one of those over the top men and women who actually believe in the outrageous and nonsensical poppycock that you can lose weight if you stand. So if you're like me, a escapist or a day-dreamer, you're most likely to slide inside and get the window seat so that you can gaze out into the night/day and stare/laugh/wonder at the people/cars zooming past you while forcing loud music through your ears and ignoring whoever's around you.
however,
instead of being so oblivious to the surroundings of the vehicle, have you ever wondered about choice in relation to a bus ride? I know it sounds weird, but really. if a person denies a seat beside you even though all the window seats around you have all been claimed, what does that tell you? Is it the way you're seating? Is it the music? Is it the way you dress?
let us first think. how does one choose a seat in a bus?
"As I enter the bus, out from the pouring rain outside, I realise that I haven't topped up the measely balance in my ez-link card for a week already. There's what, twenty cents inside? I rummage in my purse, praying for a dollar twenty. No one's going to believe I'm an adolescent with the way I'm dressing. I silently thanked God that I didn't spend all of my money at Frolick otherwise it'd be a forty-five minute walk and forty-five blisters for me. Apparently, my little treasure hunt caught the attention of eighty percent of the population in the bus. Okay, looks like no one's standing. I sooo don't want to stand up after an hour of aerobics with Miss I've-Never-Been-Laid-Even-Though-I'm-Forty-Seven this afternoon. Where should I rest? Okay, not sitting beside that lady unless I want her fifty NTUC plastic bags resting on my feet. Definitely avoiding that man with a sneezing fit and that lady who looks like a hooker on a bad hair day."
I have no idea why I am even writing this. I just feel like rambling right now.ok goodnight bye.
When you hop on a bus when its empty, you're most likely to get a seat unless you're one of those over the top men and women who actually believe in the outrageous and nonsensical poppycock that you can lose weight if you stand. So if you're like me, a escapist or a day-dreamer, you're most likely to slide inside and get the window seat so that you can gaze out into the night/day and stare/laugh/wonder at the people/cars zooming past you while forcing loud music through your ears and ignoring whoever's around you.
however,
instead of being so oblivious to the surroundings of the vehicle, have you ever wondered about choice in relation to a bus ride? I know it sounds weird, but really. if a person denies a seat beside you even though all the window seats around you have all been claimed, what does that tell you? Is it the way you're seating? Is it the music? Is it the way you dress?
let us first think. how does one choose a seat in a bus?
"As I enter the bus, out from the pouring rain outside, I realise that I haven't topped up the measely balance in my ez-link card for a week already. There's what, twenty cents inside? I rummage in my purse, praying for a dollar twenty. No one's going to believe I'm an adolescent with the way I'm dressing. I silently thanked God that I didn't spend all of my money at Frolick otherwise it'd be a forty-five minute walk and forty-five blisters for me. Apparently, my little treasure hunt caught the attention of eighty percent of the population in the bus. Okay, looks like no one's standing. I sooo don't want to stand up after an hour of aerobics with Miss I've-Never-Been-Laid-Even-Though-I'm-Forty-Seven this afternoon. Where should I rest? Okay, not sitting beside that lady unless I want her fifty NTUC plastic bags resting on my feet. Definitely avoiding that man with a sneezing fit and that lady who looks like a hooker on a bad hair day."
I have no idea why I am even writing this. I just feel like rambling right now.ok goodnight bye.
self-proclamation.
My life is not a fascination worth the scrutiny of those who watch over me. Yet, I live amongst thin air and sparkling personalities.
I am an avid fan of the KoreanPop scene. So bring me to the number thirteen.
read my lips.
they're watching.
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