I watched the Social Network today; it’s surprising how a website can have so much emotional baggage and drama. It certainly changed the way I look at Facebook now. I highly recommend it.

But this is not a normal blog, hence there will be no normal posts. Going back on track on whatever the hell I was trying to type in the first place, well basically  I had an interesting thought on the bus ride back from the city.

Back in Malaysia I would never use the public transport (ok more like once in a blue moon), and whenever I passed by busses packed to the brim I would always wonder what type of lives they were living. But I would always brush off that thought, as I was too busy living in my own world. As ignorant as it sounds I would always think of them as passing blurs in my life. Do we ever think where the beggar down the street sleeps at night? Or do we even bother asking the stranger sitting next to us how they are doing?

I think we all realise they exist but most of us do not acknowledge their existence. Could these motioning blurs somehow cross our paths one day? Or am I just an idiot trying to be too philosophical?

Speaking of which, I have seen this one old particular lady on the Y36 bus several times already. Her posture is hunched from obvious osteoporosis and she clips her hair in a way to hide her slightly thinning grey hair. Is this mere coincidence or is this a sign that I should have a chat with her the next time I see her on the bus? (Or have I gone completely mental stalking old ladies)

I told you this is not a normal blog. If you’ve read this you’ve most certainly wasted your time.