I'm not sitting here because of my enthusiasm for race horses; but I will pray that the chariot driver you favour may win. I am here, in fact, so that I might sit beside you and talk to you. I didn't want the love which you stir in me to be concealed from you. So, you watch the races, and I'll watch you. Let's each watch the things we love most, and let's feast our eyes on them.
Hee. Isn't Ovid a sweet guy. Going to chariot races to pick up chicks. Must have been the hot spots of ancient Rome.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Trains...
... completely annoy the crap out of me when it's running late and are packed to the point of knocking knee caps and desperately trying to avoid eye contact with the person sitting across from you.
Today, I sat at Fairfield station, 5 minutes before the train SHOULD HAVE arrived to take me to Ashfield. But Surprise, Surprise! The train was delayed and so starts my day of sitting next to a lady smelling strangely of Turkish Delight... and she was Asian, so I don't know where the fragrance could've come from.
15 minutes later...
... and my train is 10 minutes late. What?! Cityrail wasn't on time?!?! OMG! Alert the media because Cityrail NEVER DISAPPOINTS its commuters!! God Forbid Cityrail is late, destroying its perfect reputation for punctuality and reliability!
Another 5 minutes rolls on by and the train finally pulls into the station. The train is packed but I manage to find a vacant 3-seater in the corner facing 2 girls. After stepping on a few toes, I managed to get myself 'comfortable' (and I use the term extrememly loosely), before a nice enough couple takes a seat beside me, effectively cutting off the space I was relishing in after being in an elderly sandwich while waiting at the station.
The train ride...
... was spent waiting for my stop while the lady-half of the couple sitting next to me attempted to read over my shoulder of the text I was defacing.
Approaching Ashfield station...
... and I go to get up so I can get onto the platform, but being the ever graceful moron that I am, got up while the train was still in motion, thus, as I say, "excuse me", the train halts and I end up falling on male-half of couple. Needless to say, I was embarrassed muffling a very sincere, "sorry", before power walking red-faced off towards my destination.
Meh... would have liked to be Gwenyth Paltrow's character in Sliding Doors, but instead of missing the train, the train actually comes on time... Maybe then my future wouldn't have consisted of a flushed face and an odd craving for Turkish Delight...
Today, I sat at Fairfield station, 5 minutes before the train SHOULD HAVE arrived to take me to Ashfield. But Surprise, Surprise! The train was delayed and so starts my day of sitting next to a lady smelling strangely of Turkish Delight... and she was Asian, so I don't know where the fragrance could've come from.
15 minutes later...
... and my train is 10 minutes late. What?! Cityrail wasn't on time?!?! OMG! Alert the media because Cityrail NEVER DISAPPOINTS its commuters!! God Forbid Cityrail is late, destroying its perfect reputation for punctuality and reliability!
Another 5 minutes rolls on by and the train finally pulls into the station. The train is packed but I manage to find a vacant 3-seater in the corner facing 2 girls. After stepping on a few toes, I managed to get myself 'comfortable' (and I use the term extrememly loosely), before a nice enough couple takes a seat beside me, effectively cutting off the space I was relishing in after being in an elderly sandwich while waiting at the station.
The train ride...
... was spent waiting for my stop while the lady-half of the couple sitting next to me attempted to read over my shoulder of the text I was defacing.
Approaching Ashfield station...
... and I go to get up so I can get onto the platform, but being the ever graceful moron that I am, got up while the train was still in motion, thus, as I say, "excuse me", the train halts and I end up falling on male-half of couple. Needless to say, I was embarrassed muffling a very sincere, "sorry", before power walking red-faced off towards my destination.
Meh... would have liked to be Gwenyth Paltrow's character in Sliding Doors, but instead of missing the train, the train actually comes on time... Maybe then my future wouldn't have consisted of a flushed face and an odd craving for Turkish Delight...
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