a tiny taste of the holidays

time: 11.27pm

This is the second day of my holidays. :) I cannot believe how much i slept yesterday, 14 hours in total, it was like, i couldnt get away from the soft beckoning of my sheets!

and today, i saw this really nice gorgeous pair of pants at arab street! sighz...cant stop thinking about them. daph..can we go back again soon, please? :D ate at this nice quaint little place as well. The furniture was old, yet with a nice homely feel to it. could have been the furry colourful lights, could have been the music, or maybe it was the food, cheap and good. hee. and of course, the company!

took quite alot of public transport today. i love taking public transport when i have nothing to do. For one, its airconed, a excellent escape from the sweltering heat outside. but also a chance to really observe, or even shamelessly stared at the passengers. their clothes, their hair, their company, their destination. The moment i got on the train, the first person who caught my eye was this young guy, younger than me, thin without being scrawny, dyed brown hair. He was happily taking up two seats, for reasons i cannot understand, given his small frame, and hidden beneath his shirt collar as a thin gold chain. haha...so ah beng can. or maybe im just being judgemental and unappreciative of the merits of gold.:P

then, there was this girl...she was short, a little on the plump side but wearing a pair of black berms that was smartly cut. Intially she was sitting in the middle seat of the row, then later when the corner seat became vacant, she rose from her seat and changed to it. Immediately, my attention flew to the people she was sitting next to before the change of seats. a case of smelly armpits or snoring old man?? hmm...apparently not. just a harmless middle age lady.
weird. must be a fetist for corner seats that alot of us have. ( yes! even me! though i usually wun change my seat halfway)

then there was this men who came in around dobby gaut. oh my gosh, was he big! He made me seem insignificant in comparison. As he lumbered in, it was hard not to notice the curious, meek glances people were throwing at him. He was in a blue collar shirt, with breast pockets that were stuffed with items. The pockets were so heavy that they drooped low, and both pockets were stained yellow, probably by sweat. sometimes i think it can be tough, living that big.

oh..and its always fun to make faces at babies on the train. they are just so cute. :) :) :)

another thing i can never figure out is this...why do singaporeans have this deep intense fasination with waiting right in front of the door as the train reaches the station, even when it is so so so obvious, there will not be seats, only standing area.LOL some things just never change. i rememeber during my trip to taiwan, i marvel at how MOST(i acknowledge not everyone was as considered) people actually followed the queue line at the mrt station. wow.

haha boring stuff arent this? just simple musings of mine.

tmr is another day out! if things go well..this hols will not be a waste for me. yeah!!