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Tuesday, May 16
Polygraph, now!
If I had the choice as to what superpower I'd like to be endowed with, I'd go with Mind-Reading. Unfortunately, I did not have a choice, and all I'm stuck with are these Stunning Good Looks. Oh, ha ha.
But seriously, wouldn't it be nice (albeit potentially warped and shocking) to be able to delve into the sordid and enclosed depths of people's heads? Wouldn't it be nice to know if he even likes you at all? Or wouldn't it just be fun to see what that cute guy who just walked past thought of your new dress.
I realise I think odd thoughts when my mind wanders. Oddities of which include wondering what Jason Mraz is doing at this very moment; stacking up curiosities about the possible traumatic life story of the taxidriver uncle; pondering over pertinent issues like the number of flies I must have accidentally swallowed in this lifetime; and marvelling over tasks I know I'll never be able to accomplish, like building underground MRT stations and writing the screenplay for Lost.
Even so, the other part of my not-so-conscious state of mind is spent wondering about random people's lives. I wonder if that old lady with her numerous NTUC plastic bags was once a ballet dancer. I wonder if that maid carrying a kid has any kids of her own. I wonder about the presumably romantic story behind how that couple met (and what gives them the right to repeatedly treat us to nauseating shows of affection).
I wonder what you wonder about.
That being said, in all dissent and irrelevance, working for 4 days straight on weekends is no mean feat. But it is mean on the feet. Cue groans. Thank you very much.