elevator talk.

Why am i always so ridiculously calm and irrelevant when it comes to really intense tests??

Just like now, i'm searching New York photos on weheartit when i'm supposed to study for Lit tomorrow. Speaking of, i can tell if it's New York or not when a movie comes up. That's the consequence of spending too much time in life watching New York movies instead of getting a life.

Listening to the movie Away We Go soundtrack. Oh indie indie is exactly what i need ... Indie music in an indie movie.

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I live in a flat on the 11th floor. My house has an amazing view, especially at night. I have to admit it's hard to sleep when you have a wide window with the whole city blinking at you with their colourful eyes made of neon flashlights and streetlights. Their eyes are full of stories, they're looking straight at me saying: "hey, i've got something i've never told anyone. Fancy hearing it?". And night after night lying alone in my room, i widened my eyes listening to their stories through those eyes. Sometimes i sat on my bed, held my knees and imagined this was New York, and that i was surrounded by my dream city. Some other time, i followed those lights into people houses, being a silent stalker from up high, looking at their furniture, picturing a life different yet familiar in a house i've never stayed.

But it's not the point of what i intended to write today. It's about the elevator.

Approximately, i have to get in that tin box 6 times a day. Get down to 1st floor for school, get up to 11th floor after school, down on 1st floor to go to the supermarket to get whatever we need in a day, this process may be taken more than once, maybe twice, or 8 times a day. Then i get up. Then down again for Math tutor, then up back home at 9 o'clock, finding all of the commercials shown on the flat screen are already turned off and that it's a sign of bedtime.

Of course with that amount of travelling, i bump into all kinds of people going all kinds of floors.

And usually, they keep silent.

The building has been built for almost 3 years, people have moved in and moved out. Some families, like ours, moved in from the very first days. 102 families, on 3 elevators. Noone knows anyone is, so they decide to keep a perfect and beautiful silent when stepping into the elevator. If they are to say something, it's either a scold at the young children or the slight finish of a pre-elevator conversation.

Slowly, it makes a habit. People get scared and tired of asking. Why bother asking when you can read a person's life just by their clothes and facial expression, especially since there are certain kinds of families with certain kinds of jobs and certain kinds of luxurious entertainment on weekends. People always say urban dudes are tired from everything. I think they're just lazy, and shy.

That's why you can imagine my surprise and joy to hear a question, very common, like, high school huh, senior year huh, college huh, which school are you going to, oh that school is quite famous, oh it's so near here, how comfortable. Answers to those questions are simple, yeah, yeah, i know, i know, ok bye.

But it's still a conversation starter.

"Shy people, take off your coats and start talking to each other!". Maybe i should scream that into my own ears first. But you know what the one rule of life is? The mouth is still too far from the ears to demand.

Sometimes i feel like i'm the only one in the world who's guilty because i know exactly what it needs fixing and still i don't want to, or don't think of anything to do about it.

P/S: i need to find a way to edit my blog's theme. Brookie Babble's got a new theme! Envy envy!