The last lesson of Poledance was one of the most Xiong one I've ever had. My arms & abs ache like mad. The skin on my hands are still stinging for the pole burns. For some reason, the usually oily poles were so un-oily, to the point that it was STICKY. Anyway, we learnt the 'flying/swinging pole cat' swing and it made my palms hurt even more. I had some nice bruises on my knees to complement my hands too. Well... regardless of the all that suffering I went through, i think i'm hooked. I've already handed over my plastic card for Nur to swipe. Too late right? Haha. 180bucks worth of pole-swinging/climbing & the sorts. Haha. Tell me if i need it again?!
So... my bus journey home had many interesting characters. There was this drowsy girl (with rebonded hair) whose head was falling over the place, especially on the shoulder of the passenger beside her. This passenger is an old man who has short grey hair & still wears those black rubber digital watches(my primary school friends used to wear). This girl kept leaning on his shoulder in her sleep and i seemed to have sensed the man's discomfort. I saw him tremble... I can imagine what went through his mind when he felt this young girl asleep on his shoulder... He might be reminiscing about his youth and he had his sweetheart fall asleep on his shoulder, on the bus home as well. Right?
The other unsavory character i noticed was this uncle in his late 50s who couldnt keep his fingers out of his nostrils. I was ultra-super-duper-uper-unbelievably disgusted. urgh. he changed fingers some more!!! Maybe the government might wanna start a "stop nose-picking" campaign soon. Its probably a better idea than SDU. Haha.
Next, straight after the snot covered-fingers uncle alighted from the bus, this normal looking man (about 30+) boarded the bus. I saw his eyes light up at the empty seat vacated by the uncle and he rushed to grab that free seat. When he sat down triumphantly, he kept smiling/ grinning to himself. He held up his hawker centre/market/CNY goodies buy to show us his shopping exploits. But i dont think anyone in the bus knew him personally. So after he got ignored, he was happily sniffing at his plastic bags. At this point in time, i was getting pretty freaked out. The longer i was observing him, the weirder i thought he was. Well, he continued to be all smiles but he kept looking backwards, and i didnt know what he was looking at, but I was getting the creeps. Thank goodness, I reached my bus stop soon after.
A mere bus ride can give Kaypoh people like me enough material to fill up a 10 volume auto-biography. Happy people-watching! Oh yeah, if you have read The Straits Times, Home page 2, you'll know that my BGS prof became an overnight mini-celebrity by getting lost while trekking over the weekend. Only a guy like him can pull a stunt like that. Way to go prof! Haha. Alright, in the end, we are just thankful that you made it back in one piece. :)
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