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 whose head had been jerking up and down unconsciously while emitting a soft snore. What was the cause of her fatigue?
These kind of questions often rise inside my head. After a while the train stopped at an unfamiliar station and an old lady stepped inside. Being the good citizen I am, *cough cough* I offered her my seat. This action had me standing and looking outside of the window. And then something caught my attention. A group of little boys were cheerfully playing street football under a (probably) abandoned flyover as there were weeds as tall as the children and cement debris all around them. Though the surrounding looked very dismal, the little boys looked happier than ever. It was very overwhelming that I wished everyone could see what I saw. It had crossed my mind for many times but at that precise moment, I couldn't help but to wish that my eyes could capture moments like cameras do.
I kept staring outside of the window, trying to behold every single detail that my eyes would allow but the journey had to come to an end. The train came to a halt, and I stepped into the hussle carrying bags heavy with clothes my mum just picked up from our tailor. Who needs a workout when you have a mother like mine. -__-
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 whose head had been jerking up and down unconsciously while emitting a soft snore. What was the cause of her fatigue?
These kind of questions often rise inside my head. After a while the train stopped at an unfamiliar station and an old lady stepped inside. Being the good citizen I am, *cough cough* I offered her my seat. This action had me standing and looking outside of the window. And then something caught my attention. A group of little boys were cheerfully playing street football under a (probably) abandoned flyover as there were weeds as tall as the children and cement debris all around them. Though the surrounding looked very dismal, the little boys looked happier than ever. It was very overwhelming that I wished everyone could see what I saw. It had crossed my mind for many times but at that precise moment, I couldn't help but to wish that my eyes could capture moments like cameras do.
I kept staring outside of the window, trying to behold every single detail that my eyes would allow but the journey had to come to an end. The train came to a halt, and I stepped into the hussle carrying bags heavy with clothes my mum just picked up from our tailor. Who needs a workout when you have a mother like mine. -__-
So tadaaaa!!! Here's a selfie with mumsy. Very unflattering I know but I had no other picture. T_T
Just in case if you were wondering, the slip ons are from Factorie, ripped boyfriend jeans from Forever 21, and the oversized navy tshirt is from Mango.
Mumsy being an antisocial sigh smh.
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