took the train home from jurong to newton. when i'm on the train i like to idly observe people. i pretend i don't notice but i'm looking all the time.

the secondary school kids comparing the size of their hands. palm to palm, laughing, in their own happy bubble in the middle of the train. oblivious to the disapproving stares of jaded adults and too-cool teens.

two siderows of people that shut their eyes, heads drooping like weathered daisies - or if still awake, with aged weary eyes - why? i prefer not to look, i search their faces trying to understand their sadness and find only my own.

there's always the girl, all dressed up in what she thinks makes her look the prettiest, smsing, smsing, trying to hide her insecurity under her painted nails and make-up. she's so nervous and it makes me curious.

and the rockers in their chuck taylors and friendship banded wrists, deaf to the world with earphones stuck in their heads. trying to find some sort of solace in music nothing else seems to offer - thinking they bleed with every painful lyric - but no, you don't, you only think you do.

for a while, this is what the world looks like to me. so cookie cutter, slotting people i've never known into different categories as if by the time i step out of the train (i've known them all my life). but no one is ever really that predictable.

sigh

today was such an unproductive day in terms of academia. to think i went all the way to Jurong for pw and some study time.

got an sms from terence 'just so you know, i'm going to church at 5.30'. looks like daily bread works ('how do i unsubscribe to daily bread? i don't remember subscribing.') i think he's one of the people i'll have the toughest time ever figuring out, by far.

we've moved on from shakespeare to george herbert's poetry collection The Temple and i'm glad for it. you know i like shakespeare, but i don't quite agree with Measure for Measure. no one is perfect, even the Bard has his bad times. George Herbert is wonderful wonderful wonderful!

now, this is why i took lit. this is why.

spent about half of the lesson with the class quizzing dio on his poetry and interview- even i joined in. he asked if any of us wrote, i asked which poem he sent in for competition and if he'd met any local poets. he asked if i wanted to meet any - i already know about subtext, i just haven't gone at all due to my total lack of vitality. after the promos, that's what i shall do - go to subtext and zouk for a poetry slam. it was nice - we all got to know each other a little bit and talk about the thing most personal to us (writing). i haven't written something proper in a long time and it makes me feel incredibly incapable and uneasy.

on a whole, yesterday was a pretty good day.

+ posted by M @ 8:06 PM