Not quite travel writing.

An unfinished something-or-other written during a train ride (file last updated 12/19/07 07:01p):

I wondered where the raised voice was from. I looked up from what I was reading: the young woman sitting in front of me in the train was just livid.

It was a serious row with her boyfriend; it started, apparently, from the guy failing to pick her up but at that point her voice disturbed my reading, other issues have already brought up into the discussion.

She tried to maintain her composure. She sat still in her seat, legs slightly apart with her feet rooted on the carriage floor.

I have plenty of saved files like this. I thought having a portable word processor would mean I could jot down ideas that come to me while travelling. I still end up with getting a flash of an idea, writing a skinny down, then forgetting about it. Just another saved text dccument.

I was supposed to continue about writing how the woman's eyes bulged, how people were looking at her without her paying attention, and how it would've been an epic row if she was face to face with her boyfriend. Or maybe not. But we reached the terminal and I met up with Daryl a few minutes later. Watching a video of Moskau and shots of Jaeggermeister made me forget about the girl.

Earlier, a friend and I were talking about oatmeal and how it's difficult to finish a bowl. My theory (which I didn't mention to my friend earlier, so it's a belated theory) was that one could only eat half a bowl of oatmeal. You'd think you'll finish it by taking a smaller serving in a smaller bowl but no: once you hit the half-bowl mark, you'll feel just as sated/bloated as eating half a bigger bowl.

Yay for non-sequiturs.