strangers

i can't draw shit today T_T even my stick figures look...a little worse than sticks


and i think...i like it when strangers talk to me (when i know they're not trying to hit on me)
although sometimes i just feel like stoning from yck to jurong all my myself ***builds wall round self*** cos i'm too tired to small talk with ppl, but. there's just something about strangers that's intriguing. i mean, yea, that's why they're called strangers. lol.

i think i forgot to blog about last monday, when i was on my way to sch in the train, when this lady sat beside me and started asking me about my pretty shoes ( :D *i gleefully beamed* ). from shoes, we talked on to other things, and i found out she's a piano teacher, likes sandals cos of the rain, wld buy my shoes but wld just end up staring at it and not using it, and always thinks her artwork is nice till the grades from the teacher comes back to her. lol. she's older than me, probably 20+, and we talked from jurong to yew tee. i even found out that she lived a block away from me :D haha. we even squeeled "EEew~!" at the same time when she was talking abt disgusting wet shoes :D

it was really really nice talking to her, albeit a complete stranger at first, but i felt we clicked really well :D when she left, i told her that i earnestly enjoyed talking to her, and she said that the feeling was vice versa, and she asked me to take care. she's so sweet :D
i wish i'd see her again

and there was this other time i was waiting for the train at jurong, and this guy came up to me and commented,"Beautiful day, isn't it?"
we talked till my train came - just about the weather :) then we waved goodbye and he left. i don't even rmb what he looked like. but it's really nice, this feeling of talking to strangers.

if everyone were like strangers..