So back to where I was, on the bus. And because I couldn't stop blinking and shuffling my feet, I observed the people around me and came to this stunning conclusion - I don't know how to give it a glorious title but it has something to do with Moments. No, this isn't physics, this is the careful dissection of the pie of Time into a single empirical entity called a Moment. Because everyone was in their Moment. The most obvious ones were the couples lah duh, in which I was befuddled (OMG THERE IS SUCH A WORD LEH!) at how to respond - with a smile or with a cry. Other more obscure Moments were the Ang Mohs who were sitting by themselves. I have this belief that they think about different things than we do. The golden-haired woman looked like she was thinking of ways on how to backstab her bitchy colleague who backstabbed her by spreading lecherous rumours about her to the young, hot and delicious VP. The guy with the crew-cut and blue eyes in a tight ash-grey singlet looked like he was half way through scripting an unsuccessful drama budget production. Anyway, I was thinking back on moments I myself had, and I realised that it isn't the person that I miss, but the moment I miss(ed).

Feel like I cheated myself, or rather, cheated on myself. What the hell are you doing Deniseeeee....