absolutum dominium

there is a certain amount of surrealism about sitting on a bus on a rainy late afternoon, listening to the melancholic strains of 'blonde on blonde' as the bus cruises down bukit timah road, droplets of rain breaking on the glass outside your window as you stare blankly ahead.

it's the pre-office rush hour crowd now; the students, some working people, taitais and other assorted people. all silent, no one speaking to each other, drowned out of the growl of the bus engine and the song in your head. everyone is there physically, but from their eyes you know they're miles away, thinking about that dinner they're going to cook, that project they're going to do, the people they're going to see...

the bus ride is a journey, not a destination. it's a period of waiting, waiting to get to where you want to go. it doesn't matter in itself, it has no value other than the label of travelling time.

yet, for some reason when you think about it it's all a fundemental part of life.

oh. and getting out of my bus seat i accidentally whacked someone on the head with my paddle coz this guy next to me - who was exceedingly fat like a giant blob of jello, refused to stand up but merely twisted his body to the left, expecting me with all my barang barang to squeeze through the tiny gap he had left for me.

so while trying not to scratch him in the face with my bag or shoe bag, i forgot tt i was carrying my paddle in my spare hand and while trying not to lose a grip on my wallet, it uh... swung around a fair bit.

whoops.