Born in the wrong era? No. There is no wrong era.

i was taking a train and i saw this boy across me with his mom.
about half my height, prolly less than one third my age.
very cute.
got one tail of hair at the back of his head.
chubby chubby.
sit down guai guai while his mom talk on phone.
then.
it happened.
he occupied himself with one of my most curiously engaging habits of all time.
he put his index finger in his nose.
and so began his venture into that mysterious crevasse right smack on all out faces.
probing to find whatever treasure he could.
i wanted to take pic with phone, but he(i mean his finger) was out before i could.
then.
he did it.
yet again another nostalgic sight.
he put his index finger in his mouth.
i think he liked it's taste.
ah...sweet ignorant childhood where we'd choose that treasure in our nose over a PSP...
funny