2: Gym

It's a given that I love to observe people, even to the point of staring at them. Some might think of it as disrespectful, but I'm just amazed by how different we all are, how different we lead our lives, how different our circumstances come to be. Even in a Zumba class where everyone is popping their bellies or shaking their glutes, I can't help but observe.

That tall and pretty girl.. What could she be doing for a living? She looks fit and perky, and she actually dances well. But her arms needs a bit of work.

That chubby woman who can't seem to follow the steps.. I wonder how she feels about her weight. I wonder how determined she is to lose some pounds. I wish that despite her figure, her boyfriend/husband continues to love her very much.

That old woman who is still able to move to the beat.. Her heart apparently is strong and healthy. I am amused by how she manages to keep up even with the complicated steps. She has this certain glow, and I wish I would be like her when I also reach my 70s or 80s.

Our gay Zumba instructor, whose pink Nike rubber shoes look pretty.. Is his hair naturally curly like that? Why does he still have a tummy despite teaching dance class every other day? I would love to have his work-out top, though, with the Zumba logo on it. I wonder how much that top costs.

I can go on endlessly, talking about my musings about people--people who I came across the street but will never meet, people who stepped on my foot while going aboard the jeep, people who sit in front of me during one mass, people who I sit beside with in an FX. Whether I'm riding the MRT, or shopping at the grocery, or (sleepily) reading in the library, my eyes and mind would flutter in awe. Because really, it's a wonder how varied we are as human beings but, despite how different our respective challenges are in life, we all strive to survive.