unconscious endeavours

LOST IN SPACE

My head got bigger every second with the questions that my prof has been asking me ....WHY? WHY? and WHY?s....HOW? HOW? and HOW?s...
"Why do you want to go underground?"
"Why do you want to put a market underground?"
"Why do you want to make people go down?"
"Why do you limit your space within that area? How do you define your boudary since you are building this world underground and you could go on and on and on...?
"Is it another of those undeground shopping malls?"

bigger and bigger ....heavier and heavier....I was still carrying a 50-pound junk inside my head while I board the bus ...and at some point in time, I started noticing this guy smiling to himself...with a pointy but rubbery-like nose. ...wanted to tell him that he looks cute like Mr Bean and as the thought just took off, I wondered if he could hear them. Maybe he did. His smile got a bit wider while he tries to maintain his 'grim' look. Maybe he is the brother of Mr Bean. I tried to tell him that he is the more handsome version of Mr Bean. Hopefully the message got across.
To his right is unfortunately, or fortunately..the uglier version of Michael Owen. Not that he is ugly, just that he is not as handsome, probably...
Just started to think that if I am the fan of both, will I prefer to see an uglier version of Michael Owen or a more handsome version of Mr Bean?
Fortunately, I'm neither. So it doesn't matter...and I can continue to "distort" them in anyway I want to.

Well...random thoughts in the midst of getting nowhere...I decided to just get off the bus a few stops before and walk home instead.

posted by shuugi @ 6:45 PM