Sentiment Marks the Pants

Early today I was thinking, "I'm quite a sentimental person." I always find some sort of value in most things. I looked at the green pants I was wearing that I love so much and thought to myself, "If I was offered to trade this pair for a new one, would I do it?" Immediately I answered, "No. This particular one has been with me since I bought it. This pair has taken the shape of my butt and legs. We've become intimate. We've become one. I wouldn't replace it."

Sentimental or what?

Later today, I noticed marks on my pants. Sad I am. Then the same question came to mind. 

"...yes, a new pair would be nice."

Not sure if the point of the story is how sentiment is conditional or to not be emotionally attached to pants OR I'm just weird and crazy and think of stupid things.

I need to rethink my life.

Sweet Adventure

I need an adventure. I hunger for one. So I went on one: I.....bought jellybeans! Now THAT is a boxful of adventure. You have yummy ones like piña colada and fruit punch all the way to crappy ones like cinnamon and liquorice. You just never know what you're going to get. That's what makes it such an adventure.

Jellybeans are exciting. On that note, I really hate liquorice. It's the black one and it sucks! Disgusting piece of yuck. Those black yuckers make all the others taste a zillion times better. But I suppose that's what adventures are like. 

Aisle and Window

I'm on an aisle seat of a bus at 5.28pm and we all know it's blazing hot. The bus is equipped with air-con so it shouldn't be so bad but oh, it is so hot! There are two air-con vents (thank you Jon!) for every two seats right? But Ms. Window Seater has kindly adjusted both directly at her face and rest of body. Good thinking! I'm thinking, 'That's cool...' *laughs at my own joke*

I look around me and all window seaters are hogging both. I see their hairs dancing to the rhythm of the cool air that caresses them while mine sits in the humid still air. I'm hoping some cool air would bounce off her to me but unfortunately it doesn't work that way. 

I sit up for as little contact with my seat as possible, so less heat is generated, and skew slightly towards her in the most non-awkward way possible. I'm thinking, 'Cool air, caress me! Take my body!' but nothing. I now accept my fate and bask in the glorious heat as it squeezes every drop of water it can from my already dehydrated body. Lovely.

Here's a self-reminder to consider poor aisler whenever I'm the windower.

Nosy and Noses

I really like staring at people. I like observing people. I should really rethink that because I once had the privilege of catching two people dig their noses on the train, one after the other in one ride. Their fingers were deep into their nostrils, twirling vigorously like a drill as if to expand their holes. One even rolled her booger between her fingers after that. What is wrong with people, seriously?

I also like eavesdropping. It's just so interesting to hear the things people talk about. Once I heard two guys talk about how this rich princess of a girl expects the guy to pay for everything when on a date and that he doesn't have that kind of money. I also heard a man tell a child that the rafflesia is a creature. How interesting.

I especially like looking at couples though, mainly because they always look the happiest. Their faces look so smitten, staring into each other's soft gaze, smiling and laughing and whispering. I used to find it really disgusting but I guess when you're in a relationship, you begin to understand it and become more accepting of such things.

Just to clarify, I'm not the nosy-squeeze-gossip-from-everyone kind of person. I just enjoy analysing behaviour. Now that I've scared everyone, well good, it's going to be interesting to see how you behave around me. Haha I'm such a freak. I'm kidding okay. Don't freak out...much. Just stop digging your noses in front of me. (Or at least use a tissue) That's so disgusting I can't even unsee it. :/