Monday, June 23, 2008 10:42 PM
blue paper on train rides
There we were sitting quietly opposite each other. It wasn't particularly crowded but it was evident that it was past office hours. That nurse blocking the view in the opposite window opening catches my glance every time I try to look out past the buildings. Her eyes hold something more than the usual stony stares that you see in nurses tired from a long day entertaining the sicks' whims. No, this one was just different. Perhaps it was the way her genie-like spectacles had a beady string hanging from it. Or how her red lipstick matched her red-blushed cheeks.
She is something I will remember amidst the silly words on this blue paper.
Her, and the way this train is throwing me around. It's making me regress to handwriting from before Gran taught me to put an index finger between words.
I've gone to Mars and back with these words. It lacks coherence. It's so absolutely random and all over the place that Mrs. Wong from school would scream in outrage. To amend and repair it would kill it's sincerity and the urgency that was present at the time of writing. As I put in the stars and many connecting circles, I reconsider if this was right. I wonder if things have changed. I think of time when I wasn't so stupid.
All this thinking made me forget to look out for the words announcing this train's destination. But never mind the many disembarking and boarding cause train rides are strangely calming that way. There's something about beating the beeps at the door that's amusing but in parts, depressing.
Masjid Jamek - Cheras - Sultan Ismail - Cahaya - Maluri
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Fun, perhaps a little bit. Thought-provoking, definitely.
I'd do it again and again and again, everyday.
minx wrote at10:42 PM
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