So I was browsing through some old stuff, photos mainly, and I remembered that I used to have one of those 'spaces' on msn that can only be viewed through Internet Explorer (what a bitch). Reading over the few blog entries of just random jibble jabble brought back fond memories of my earlier self. Pleasant feeling it was :) Don't you just love it when that happens? Reminiscing over old times. Oh yes you do. So I decided to start writing again. Blogger you say? I WILL CONQUER THE WORLD HOR HOR HOR!
I guess I'm dedicating my first entry to the man sitting in the seat in front of me on the bus last night. I would usually look out the window but i just couldn't resist staring at him. I would say he was aged late 30s - 40, pale complexion, shaved head with glasses. He was reading the MX, which was why I was peering over in the first place. He began with the Goss and Glam section slowly flipping his way to the Games page to do the sudoku. It was a rather chilly night as I was wearing a jacket and scarf. I believe he felt the same which probably explains why he would begin blowing his nose into an invisible tissue. Not his hands, not his sleeve, but the air surrounding his face would've so adequately caught any mucus and boogas his nose decided to project. Disgusting man he was. As expected, his plan failed leaving him no choice but to ferociously pick snot-villa manually out of his nose. First the right nostril, then the left. I guess his pinky finger wasn't adequate enough to do the job, he needed his thumb to take over. Not to deprive the rest of his digits though, the index finger had its fair share of booga heaven not long afterward. No better way to end such a grand performance than with a perfect finale, and indeed it was. Perhaps he too saw Kevin Rudd on Youtube and decided it was okay to eat your own excrements as it is afterall, somewhat a form of recycling, for which we all should endeavour.
A lesson to be learnt in this story today is; do not borrow pens from a stranger whatsoever, and please, for the love of oneself, have a little shame. Oh and if you happen to be in a car by yourself and for some reason, think that no one outside can see you, think again. As a frequent observer (and a victim every now and then) people CAN see you from all directions and you are not as enclosed as you think you are from the public eye. So think twice before deciding whether it is safe to release Mr.Booga from your nostril's wrath. Do it in the comfort of your own home! Like you would with all things down and dirty ;)
