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Strangers.

     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...

Dream.

     I had a dream, a really good one indeed. I don't remember what it was about, but I felt happy. My heart felt light and jovial as if I was lifted off my feet, flying like a kite in the clear blue sky and cotton candy clouds basking God's entrancing magnificence. I was in a state of euphoria, one might say.      And then I was no longer a kite. I was pulled indomitably to the ground and the sound of a bursting ring of the telephone pounded in my ears. I opened my eyes and knew that the overwhelming euphoria that I had was merely a dream. I was back into reality, but something felt different this time. Something felt.. off. Like my heart had been treated as a punching bag by professional boxers. My eyes were swollen as if they were stung by bees from crying all night. The sound of the telephone kept ringing and I realized what was the cause of melancholy I was feeling. I took a glance at the clock, it was 8.10am. Reluctantly, I woke up and finally answ...

Knowledge

     Rants and thoughts, thoughts and rants. I always have them lingering in my mind lethargically and consciously. Here's a little story about me. I'm always stuck in reveries, it's like I live in my own dream land. Okay, maybe not too dreamy because sometimes I think of the worst. Anyway story cut short, I think (and daydream) a lot no matter where I am. It sucks when it happens at the wrong time and the wrong place. Once, someone thought I was scrutinizing a woman breastfeeding when the fact is, I was deeply lost in my thoughts. Yikes! And there were many other incidents but maybe it's best if I just keep them to myself, or else this post may never end. I have always had the idea of me writing but I was never good at it, or I was never brave enough to start. There were many excuses before but today, I finally gathered every ounce of confidence I had in me and here I am, sitting in front of my laptop when I have physics exercises to be completed. Meh.. They can always...