Morning Commutes
Why do some MRT rides feel more turbulent than a trip on the airplane?
Things I do to pass the time on my morning commute on the MRT train
1. I listen to my ipod, which annoys some people who have to scream and push just to get me to move out of their way. Cannot hear lah.
And how many times can I listen to Madonna's Hung Up before I get to Tanjong Pagar?
2. I try to stop my runny nose. I have a very sensitive nose (as well as lungs and eyes and skin). When I experience a dramatic change in weather or temperature i.e. walking to work under the hot morning sun and into the freezing train carriages, I would start sneezing or my nose would run. So half the time on my commute, I am trying to clear my nose (you know, that annoying sound of sniffling nose you hear on the train).
3. I adjust my body position to acclimatize to the wind patterns. Like sailing a boat, I observe the strength and direction of the wind (air blasting from the vents abovehead) and tilt my body in response, largely to keep my hair intact.
4. I try to balance. With the morning rush hour trains racing down the tracks and braking intermittently so as not to crash into the train ahead, most of my energy spent on the commute is on bracing my legs to keep my balance. If I do lose balance, I spend my energy trying to look cool.
5. I visualize the space around me in my head, so that I can move to an opening in the crowd whenever one occurs. When I find a good spot, I rest my eyes.
6. Like most people, I enjoy looking over others' shoulders to steal glances at the Today freesheet.
7. I look at the glum and gloomy faces of office workers entering the train and try to imagine how many years they have been working.
8. I try my best to look away from the man that is picking his nose or scratching himself. But it is difficult to look away.
9. I think about what I should get for my breakfast from Helen, the office lady. Would it be curry puff, fried kway teow or nasi lemak today?
10. I imagine who are the people that I would screw, if given a chance.
Things I do to pass the time on my morning commute on the MRT train
1. I listen to my ipod, which annoys some people who have to scream and push just to get me to move out of their way. Cannot hear lah.
And how many times can I listen to Madonna's Hung Up before I get to Tanjong Pagar?
2. I try to stop my runny nose. I have a very sensitive nose (as well as lungs and eyes and skin). When I experience a dramatic change in weather or temperature i.e. walking to work under the hot morning sun and into the freezing train carriages, I would start sneezing or my nose would run. So half the time on my commute, I am trying to clear my nose (you know, that annoying sound of sniffling nose you hear on the train).
3. I adjust my body position to acclimatize to the wind patterns. Like sailing a boat, I observe the strength and direction of the wind (air blasting from the vents abovehead) and tilt my body in response, largely to keep my hair intact.
4. I try to balance. With the morning rush hour trains racing down the tracks and braking intermittently so as not to crash into the train ahead, most of my energy spent on the commute is on bracing my legs to keep my balance. If I do lose balance, I spend my energy trying to look cool.
5. I visualize the space around me in my head, so that I can move to an opening in the crowd whenever one occurs. When I find a good spot, I rest my eyes.
6. Like most people, I enjoy looking over others' shoulders to steal glances at the Today freesheet.
7. I look at the glum and gloomy faces of office workers entering the train and try to imagine how many years they have been working.
8. I try my best to look away from the man that is picking his nose or scratching himself. But it is difficult to look away.
9. I think about what I should get for my breakfast from Helen, the office lady. Would it be curry puff, fried kway teow or nasi lemak today?
10. I imagine who are the people that I would screw, if given a chance.
posted by moebius @ 8:37 AM
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