^I agree! But emphasis on the word, SOMETIMES.^

When I was in elementary, we were required to undergo a yearly physical examination. We went to this clinic in school, and what I remember most was the smell, it’s as if I could still smell the distinct scent of the room. I also remember there were 3 exam tables in the room, where we would lie down to be examined. There was the letter board to test your vision, and there was that wooden slabs used to open the mouth to check the tonsils, remember those? I don’t what it is, but I’m having a nostalgic feeling about that clinic. It’s like when I think about it, flashbacks from my elementary days begin to flood my brain. I enjoyed primary school. I really did.

I was doing the groceries the other day and the line at the cashier was so long, I was really bored. So again, I busied myself by looking around and trying to pick things to ponder on. I used to like to people watch. I look at other people doing their own business, I try to look at their facial expressions, try to wonder what kind of day they had, that kind of stuff. Aside from people, sometimes I also look at things. I looked at the chocolate displays over by the counter and wished I had a whole stock of them at home, my gaze fell upon the huge walnuts at one corner, I recognized the celebrity on the cover of the magazine on the stand, my eye caught the receipt printer over by the cashier, and so on and so forth. Actually, if you’re bored you can do this and waiting wouldn’t actually be that bad. Before I knew it, it’s already my turn in the cashier.