Glory Train

A majority of us Singaporean commute to work on public transportation, seeing as how it is insanely expensive to own a car. I did my calculation, and it is still cheaper to commute with a taxi everyday, then to actually drive. Nothing wrong with public transportation really. I usually see the peak hour train ride as a glimpse to the slice of the Singaporean life. If you can deal with the crowd, stupidity of people and general discomfort, a train ride can be the most inspiring activity of the day. Though on unfortunate days, a train ride could be the deal breaker for everything else.

And on some fortunate days, you not only get inspired, but get to enjoy the shallow physical beauty of men as well. And when I say men, I mean men, not humanity in general. :)

He stepped in with much purpose. Our gaze immediately caught. Amidst the crowds of hands and heads, it seems we were meant to meet. But alas, non of us had the boldness to do so. He walked in, and stood beside the lady, who was standing beside me. It was a calculated position. To stand not to far, yet not obviously close. As I continue with my gazing of this aloof man, he reached into his bag and pulled out a bible. 'Oh my God,' the inner voice exclaimed. Oh my god indeed.

What we have here, is a god fearing beauty.

And he was a beauty. I was about to excuse the bible as mere theological research that needs to be done in the train – his intense flipping of the pages, focused stare into the word and silent whispering of the word Amen, could only mean that god got him first.

I would not be as bothered if he turns out to be straight (which of course following sexuality statistics, he most likely is). But it is the fact that he is such a god abiding person. And the public display of one's devotion underscores that fact. All of a sudden all hope is lost. My gazing stopped. His prayers must really ward off whatever evil gayness in the train.

However, he inspired me for my next christmas card project. Angel in the train makes a really sweet image don't you think.