Strangers are very intriguing. I would love to know the story behind that worn out look, that "risk management" book, the children that were held by the hand, or the guitar that was clung tightly onto the back. I have been told many times that I'm good at talking (seriously guys, ask my friends) but maybe I'm good at listening too. Just maybe la because I guess it depends on my mood hehe I can be oblivious at times. This thought came to me when I hopped on a train with my mother today. I saw the people that trailed in and out of the train and without realizing it, I started to scrutinize each and everyone of them. Admittedly, I think it somehow brings me joy. I ponder upon their lives, how did their day go? That old lady that meticulously wiped clean her seat with a tissue paper before sitting, had she experienced a bad hygienic problem before to make her act that way? Or is it just another odd habit? What about the lady with the uneven bangs wh...