133 - People who are afraid of using white things

How about you just be more careful when you're eating so you don't put a stain on your white hoodie? Or how about you avoid going out in the rain if you're afraid your white T-shirt will get wet and become transparent? Or how about you don't drive into the mud after you purchase this white car?

Jeez, how much stress do you want to give yourself?

It's almost like being afraid of owning anything black, because black laptops, stereos and televisions might accumulate very visible dust, or because a black SUV might get rained on by wonderfully white bird faeces.

95 - Running on the spot because something's in the way

So, I hadn't slept for the whole night and before I knew it, it was six in the morning. I was feeling spontaneous so I said to myself, "hm, perhaps I'll go jogging". And so I did, I got dressed in my hoodie and my shorts, unplugged my iPod from my computer, turned on my funky tunes and stepped out into the chilly, refreshing morning air.

The sun was slowly coming up as I ran down the hill. I live on a hill, you see. There's quite a decline from my place and running down it is pretty damn liberating. I was just running, running, running, minding my own business running, when I reached a street I couldn't cross because a car was approaching. And what did I do?

I jogged on the spot on the sidewalk.

And then I thought to myself: how lame am I? I'm here, bobbing up and down on the pavement because I want to conserve the momentum until I can proceed once more. Jeez, I should blog about how lame I was, I'm sure other people would hate the sight of me. I know I would.

2 - Staring at others through a car window

So, the other night, I was on the bus, on my way home, and somewhere along the way, the bus stopped at a traffic light. I was tiredish and had had a long day, so I sort of had my head facing downwards for most of my ride. I looked out the window to check I hadn't missed my stop, but all I saw was a businesswoman of some sort, staring at me through the window of the taxicab she was in. She was dressed up all fine and had glasses that made her look all professional. The way she looked at me with such curiosity suddenly made my seat uncomfortable and it was just... creepy.

Why are people so interested in looking at me?

Each time I catch someone ogling at me like a newborn baby, they make me feel so incredibly self-conscious when all I'm doing is innocently trying to get from point A to point B. They're looking at me and I think to myself: Does she think my hair's too shaggy? Do I have ink on my face? I knew I shouldn't have worn this color. Do I look weird? Are my eyes too big? Is my mouth too thin? Is that old guy with the fanny pack... checking me out?

It's not like I'm a famous celebrity that actually deserves window-based attention (kudos to those of who can make out the celebrity kissing in the car — 'make out' pun totally intended). There really is nothing mildly interesting about my appearance and I actually think it's slightly uncivil to make people feel so uncomfortable by glaring at them like that.

And my standpoint regarding this issue does not only include the creepy people that invade your privacy through your car window. Even if it's the occasional 3-year-old toddler gawking at you on the train with those cute, innocent eyes, I still firmly believe that kids should be taught by their parents and teachers that staring is every bit as bad as pointing. But hey, that may just be me.

In conclusion, it's disturbing. If you do have this worrisome habitude, kindly take a nap, read a book or play a game on your iPhone instead. And if you find yourself being stared at, there are a few things you can do.

(1) Stare back and scare them away. I mean, you can be creepy too, you know? Personally, I would recommend black eyeliner to give yourself a slightly more Gothic look. (2) Move out of the creeper's line of sight. (3) Start crying and make him/her feel guilty. (4) Ask him/her a question. Quickly take out a notepad, jot down an inquiry and slap it on the window. Do you like my shirt? Have you seen the new Saw movie? Obama or McCain?

(5) Or you could just make a general comment that concerns the creeper. I looooove your fanny pack.