I Read Them …

Describe one habit that brings you joy.

I am not a face reader, but i can tell you one of my habit that makes me momentarily forget about my interaction with my smartphone and look at the world in all its uniqueness everyday.

Every morning, as I hop onto the MRT, it’s like I’ve snagged a VIP ticket to the city’s grandest comedy show.

There’s Mr. Sleepyhead, eyes drooping, nodding off like he’s playing a game of ‘Whack-a-Mole’ with his own head.

Beside him, a young lady rehearses her presentation, pulling faces that would rival the funniest Snapchat filter.

I swear, if the morning commute had a backstage, these would be the hilarious bloopers.

Then there’s the golden-oldie couple. One day, grandpa swiped a cheeky bite of grandma’s sandwich, her reaction? She wielded her umbrella like a ninja, chasing him down the aisle, love and mock rage in her eyes.

I thought, “Ah, to be young and in love… at 80!” They were the living testament that love, like a good joke, never gets old.

But the funniest sight? Mr. Businessman, strutting in his sleek suit but – plot twist – he’s rocking mismatched socks!

One’s striped, the other’s dotted. Maybe it’s a new trend, or perhaps his washing machine is a prankster. It’s a delightful reminder that life’s blunders make the best punchlines.

One day, a tiny toddler transformed the MRT into a dance floor. From his dad’s shoulders, he waved his candy-bar baton, setting our swaying rhythm.

I couldn’t resist; I did the “train wobble” dance move (just invented it). It was as if the MRT had turned into the world’s goofiest flash mob.

So here’s the deal: my MRT rides? They’re not just commutes; they’re laugh-out-loud adventures in the midst of life’s stand-up comedy.

Every face offers a giggle, every scenario a chuckle. Life might be full of ups and downs, but the morning MRT?

That’s my daily dose of laughter, reminding me to take life one joke at a time. (clint)