I shall start off this post with some things you can do when bored on the MRT.
-Take this chance to learn the name of roads you pass by. Improves memory and spatial thinking when trying to fit all the places and roads in one mental map.
-Observe pedestrians' movement and try to guess what they are doing. Once I saw a family carrying their luggages walking along a construction site. Wondered where they were going...
Unfortunately these can only be done when you are not in the tunnel. Here are somethings that can be done in the tunnel as well as above ground.
-Sleep. Simple enough?
-Think about a problem you find hard to solve everyday. The tunnel and the boring black walls passing by the windows will keep you off distraction. At the same time, being engrossed in the problem will make time seem to have stopped for you and when you come back to the "real world", probably you are already at your destination. Well, it works for me.
-Or if you are feeling physical, you can try tip-toeing and hold your position till the next stop, where you rest. Then, repeat when the train starts moving.
Note that I did not put reading in the list which is what many people do. I get dizzy when I read on a vehicle for too long, even for a smooth ride like the MRT. Besides, having to hold the book in a standing posture is not too convenient. When I sit down, it makes no difference in my preference because I just fall asleep.
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16/10/08 (Last Thursday)
A sparrow flew into class yesterday and roamed about the ceilings like a dare-devil, quickly yet carefully maneuvering its way above the chopping blades of the fans. I thought all it would cause would be some people screaming, but that was not the case. A commotion more of excitement than worry for the bird's safety erupted.
As it flew around for quite some time, it remained in the classroom. Some people wanted to keep it imprisoned in the class, others were sensible enough to think otherwise. As people closed and opened windows and doors like a war between two different sets of believes, the "closing side" emerged victorious.
The bird landed on top of the cupboard door. People gathered around it. E.H opened the cupboard door slowly which caused the bird's neck to be pressed against the ceiling. Some people tried to stop him, but he is someone who gets what he wants. Whats more, he is a guy with religion; see the irony?
At first, we thought that the bird was injured. I felt really sorry for it then while many were disturbing it. Why couldn't they have just left it alone? But after much disturbance, the bird finally flew out which was a good sign that it was not injured. People cheered, which I thought was quite funny. Why did they want to chase the bird out so badly, and for others why did they want to keep the bird captive in the first place? I think that had we just ignored it and let it fly out on its own, we could have saved a lot of energy and time. After all, we were about the leave the class soon...the bird was unlikely to stay there overnight, wasn't it? I looked at the drawing I was working on before all these started and suddenly, for some reason I did not feel like finishing it anymore...
Research Congress, 2pm, we went to the hall and sat in front of a projector screen showing the still and lifeless auditorium. It was boring. Out of boredom, Joelle, jk and I started playing I spy at the back of the line and started chatting after that. A piece of paper was passed down the line as the class decided to create a story with each person writing a word.
After the opening speech and a presentation was over, we left the hall surprisingly early. Though we were supposed to go around viewing the exhibits, many people just left. This gives rise to a question: Do we leave?
A group of people with me gathered and pondered about this question. We watched people going out and coming in the gate as I thought about reasons why they might have been allowed to go out but perhaps we were not allowed to. Maybe we should just stay back for a while and look at some of the exhibits since they are already prepared and meant for us to see, but someone thought that staying in school was a waste of time. Finally, out of slight peer pressure from that someone, I went home with that group.
Thinking about it now, it was quite a waste that we did not even browse through the exhibits or look through any art. This once in a year event, not as if it is held everyday, does not really waste much of our time other than an estimated 2 hours/year.
I think I should go along with my own will next time.
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